EO x princess!reader . Part 2 . 4.3k. Fluff. slight angst. Forced prox. more soon
Are we moving too fast?
It's me ! : sorry this took so long ! Can't wait to finish up the final chapter of this series.. may take a while due to writing other fics + irl things. Hope you guys don't mind ! please leave comments ^^ i enjoyed reading the comments on the last one..thanks so much !
It had been a week since EO crash landed into your life. Today was supposed to be your wedding day, yet here you were, not a wedding aisle in sight. EO hadn't left your side. You wouldn't let him wander alone. Not when your mother is in a bad mood about you switching grooms last minute. If you had left him alone, who knows what would've happen. Death? Secret but severe punishment? You couldn't think of a single thing positive that would come out of them meeting one on one. So for now. You'll be as close as possible.
"EO..stop it's not gonna fit." You roughly breath out.
"It will. Just breathe in." EO whispered in your ear.
Your breath hitched as EO wrapped his hands back around your waist. He carefully placed his hands on your back before picking up the strings of your corset, pulling them harder.
"For someone who was so eager to wear this…" He sighed. "You sure are trying to give up so fast." He sarcastically said.
"My mom likes this—fuck.. this stupid stupid corset." You winced out.
You couldn't avoid your mother forever. If you could. You would. It seems she had caught onto your idea of keeping him out of her sight and reach, inviting the both of you to a meeting. You wanted to get it over as soon as possible, so here you were, having EO pull the strings of your mothers favorite corset she—oh so loves—to see you in.
"Your galactics has gotten better. You've been abusing those cuss words, haven't you?" He joked.
"Are you trying to take my mind off of this?" You asked, frustration coating your voice.
"Maybe." He said as he pulled the strings one last time. Causing you to let out a sound you could only describe as embarrassing. "worked didn't it?" He teased, tying the strings before tucking them under the corset.
You weren't scared of your mom. You may have changed your speech patterns, what you wear, and your personality, but you weren't scared. You stood there in silence, staring into the mirror in front of you. Analyzing every piece of yourself, what was right, what was wrong, and what she would like. The more you looked the tighter the grip on your dress got. The fabric becoming invisible under your hands.
"Are you nervous?" EO asked softly.
"No. Me? No." You spat out. Avoiding his attempts to make eye contact through the mirror. "Never would be..that's not like me."
"This isn't like you." EO pushed. His hand finding your shoulder as he stepped beside you.
"You wouldn't know." You whispered to yourself.
"All I know is you, and by what I do know? You don't go silent for too long unless something is wrong." He teased, trying to lift the mood.
"I'm fine. I promise." You finally looked up, turning your head towards him. "I don't want to lie to you."
"You can lie to me all you want. Just don't lie to yourself." His words floating in sincerity.
You wanted to reply, truly, but you couldn't find the words. You just stared at him, that—awfully sweet—man. His face was wrapped in worry. He may have only known you for a short time but he watched and noticed everything about you. Your smallest habits were engraved in his mind whether you liked it or not. You started wishing you distanced yourself from him so he didn't read you so easily. You slightly opened your mouth to say something else before a knock could be heard at your door.
You turned to face the door, knowing exactly what that knock meant. Your heart pounded out of your chest. Not from fear or anything, it's just from something like anticipation. Only anticipation would cause you to freeze in place.
"It's ok." EO grabbed your hand to guide your frozen feet to the door. "I'll be right there with you." He spoke softly.
"That's problem!" You raised your voice at him, yanking your hand back. Your grammar going out the window alongside your composure. "That's the problem." You corrected yourself.
You walked over to the door, your hand reaching for the knob before you paused. Your shaky hands lifted up to your head, holding onto the crown that was placed on your head. You checked if it was still straight as if it wasn't correctly positioned two seconds ago. You took in a breath of air, your posture once again adjusting to a form that screams "leader" or "royal presence".
EO followed behind you, keeping his distance from you in the halls. He felt awful. He had watched how you had changed after you found out about this meeting. How your temper got shorter, how you felt the need to be perfect, and how you were trying to change the smallest things around. One second you would be laughing, next you'd be staring off or frustrated. You had a temper, but it wasn't like this. It was never like this.
He knew this, yet every time you lashed out it would hurt him in a way he didn't know it could. Your last words. "That's the problem." Rang in his head nonstop. Was the fact that he was here with you really that stressful? Both of you agreed on this "marriage" so why was it such a bad idea now? Was he the only one taking this seriously, too serious maybe? It's only been a week so why was he so affected by you and your words.
The two of you stood in front of the main council rooms entrance doors. A sight EO has seen before, yet to you it was so new. You'd always entered and exited a separate way, sat in a important seat, but now you stood in front of unfamiliar doors that made you feel less than. When they opened the feeling got worse. Condemning stares from the same people that wouldn't dare look you in the eyes. You looked at your mother who's face was covered in disgust. Next to her was your seat. Empty. Where you should be sitting at this very moment.
"Mo—Your Majesty." You stumbled over your words before "introducing" yourself and groom. Bowing.
Instead of going by the usual routine and rules of engagement, your mother interrupted your speech.
"This was inevitable, from a young child you've been obsessed with this fantasy of true love." Your mother said in a condescending tone. "Courts knew it was a problem. We did so many lessons on that topic. We don't marry for love; we marry for our nation."
You stared at her, the way she ranted on with a straight face with how obsessed you were with unrealistic things. From the corner of your eye, you could see the same people that watched you grow nodding in agreement.
"We found you a perfect groom. I, found you that groom." Her nose scrunched as she said 'I' as if she wanted to leap at you. "You defiled your reputation, my reputation as your teacher. As your leader."
Leader. Teacher. Everything but mother came out of her mouth. The more she talked and insulted you—insulted EO—it seemed that she could never speak to you like a mother should. As you stared at her EO stared at you. It may have been disrespectful but he couldn't help but look at you from the corner of his eye. He couldn't understand what was happening, and you weren't translating to him. He knew something was wrong.
"Your majesty, please. I would like to explain myself." You pleaded. "There's no reason to attack the man I have chosen."
She tossed her arm up towards you, giving you permission to speak.
"This is for the better of our nation."
"Our nation or yourself?" She cut you off.
You hated this. You hated being cut off, being questioned, being second guessed. You weren't a liar, so why does she always treat you as such. Why does your mother treat you like you only exist outside of her world.
"Please..it's for our nation. My duty is to lead this nation, to protect, to teach. How would I do so if my own nation within myself isn't happily structured." You spoke up. "I need a structure within these walls to protect the ones outside. He shall be my builder, my structure. He will help me to help others"
"My choice could do so. Why get rid of him? He has training, he knows the culture and language of our people." She smiled with her words. "How will your groom help people he can't understand."
You didn't know how to dispute that. It's true, he didn't know. The only things about your culture that he knew is the things you've told him. You looked over to EO, before realizing something. You turned back to face your mother.
"He has a gift. The gift of understanding. He may not speak our language or know our customs much, despite that, he has never complained." You smiled with your words.
"One part of the lessons you taught. Your favorite lesson. Understanding. Understanding is important for a leader and their partner to have." Your voice spoke out coated in an emotion somewhere between saltiness and fear.
Every lesson ended the same. Ended with understanding. To be good with children you had to understand their feelings. To be good with fine arts you had to understand the teachings and practices. To be a good husband, you had to understand your wife. Understanding didn't come with a language or culture; it came from accepting them.
Understanding isn't just mental but physically. EO understood you, knowing what hand you used the most to scratch your neck when you're confused or frustrated, what direction your fingers tangled your hair, and what faces you'd make when you didn't like something. Him knowing how you truly feel even when nobody else does. That's being understood.
EO made you feel understood. For the first time in your life. A man from a whole different universe understood more than the people that raised you.
"I don't think he is for you. He isn't for this nation." Your mother went to continue before you interrupted her.
"This isn't about what you think. I, as the future of this nation, believe he's the right one." You raised your voice. You stepped a bit further than you were supposed to. "I will prove this. I want to do the premarital ritual. If our gods approve of him, there won't be a problem, will there?"
The council room got louder, attempting to dispute this idea. From the outside this plan was awful. The pre-marital rituals you listed hasn't been used in years. Your family been stopped marrying for love, so there was no reason to get the Gods permission. EO was perfect. He fulfilled everything that you were taught to seek for, even if it wasn't real. Even if the love wasn't real. He was perfect.
The Gods, seeing this couldn't deny this. There was no way. If the gods didn't deny this, the council couldn't either. This was another easy way out. Hopefully your words would help you leave this unwanted meeting. You explained the best that you could, just trying to get even the smallest approval from your mother. You felt hopeless the more and more you talked, eventually giving up.
"If I do not get approval for this ritual. I will step down from my position. I have chosen this man, and I will not abandon him." You yelled out, looking around at the faces around you. "If I cannot defend the one I love. How will I defend my nation. How will I lead you all?" You questioned.
Your emotions were boiling over. The same thoughts that ran your mind the day you met EO came back. If you can't lead freely, why lead at all? If you can't handle your mother, how would you handle your people?
Your mother stared at you, trying to think of what to say. A small laugh exited her mouth. Just by the tone you could tell she was angry. You could only pray she would respond the way you wanted instead of punishing you. Your finger began to jump from anxiety. You quickly put your hands behind you, holding your shaken finger in your other hand.
Eo wished he could say something. Just one thing to defend you. He knew you were upset; he saw the way you acted before and even your subtle movements now said so much. He couldn't understand how a meeting with your own mother could affect you so much. A person that's supposed to be so doting—is so feared. He watched as a tragic relief spread across your face. You turned back to him before giving him a painfully awkward smile that seem so unnatural.
You slowly backed up until you were standing next to him again.
"Bow." Your shaky voice whispered to him.
He immediately did so. You bowed after him before whispering one more thing to him and slowly backing out of the room without looking back up. You held your breath until you could hear the doors of the council room close. You stood up straight and sighed out. Eo reached out and put his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.
"Not now." you reacted to his touch, shrugging it off.
You wanted to apologize after seeing his face from the corner of your eye, but you didn't. You couldn't. Instead, you started walking back to your quarters. That long, tiring, and painful quiet walk. For the first time in those halls, you didn't connect with EO physically or emotionally.
A walk that usually consistent of you tightly holding onto his wrist or talking to him. Now none of those things could be found. EO didn't even stand beside you during the walk. Standing far behind as if he was a servant himself giving the royalty space that he couldn't ever dream of entering, so close yet so far.
The silence when you returned back to your room wasn't any better. The air was filled with this weird energy he could feel. You weren't mad. He knew you weren't mad, even if you yelled at him he could tell by your face. Your eyes exposed your feelings, the anxiety and sadness you felt.
You sat on your bed. You didn't take off your heels. You didn't say anything. You sat there and stared off. Eo stood by the door and watched. He didn't want to make it worst for you, so he just waited for you. After five minutes had passed you reached for the crown that was on your head. You took it off and held it in your lap as you stared at it. Before you knew it tears fell onto the crown below you.
You were so frustrated you didn't know what to do, so you cried. You sat there and cried. Eo saw this and swiftly came over, he still didn't say a single thing. He quietly sat beside you and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you. You turned towards him before smashing your face into the side of his chest, your tears soaking into his clothing.
"Want to talk about it?" He softly questioned.
"You make me so mad." Your words muffled between your tears and his shirt.
"Well..tell me why I make you mad." He continued in the softest voice you ever heard.
"You're too nice to me. You do what I say, you don't get mad at me, even when I'm mean to you." You lifted your head to look him in the face. "Today I was so—" you moved your hands around to express how wishy washy your mood was. "—and I couldn't even tell you why. You didn't try to force me to."
Eo turned his head and smiled.
"Why would I? You end up oversharing all the time, especially when you demand things out of me." He joked, hoping he could cheer you up. "Listen. I want to understand you, but I won't force it out of you."
You sat there in silence. You just stared. You wanted to say something, but you didn't know what. He's the first person to not seek information out of you forcefully or just because it was simply a job. You were born something. You were born simply for something. You never felt like people truly understood your "something" or you. Eo understood your something. The something that was to be you. To be human. To be a leader. He understood it all. He didn't treat you as someone who solely existed for a job.
"Eo. I'm sorry for treating you that way. For being rude the last few days." you sighed out. "I didn't want to admit—I didn't want to admit I was scared. Scared of her. Scared that someone could read me. Scared that I don't know what's to come." You ranted on.
"I've always knew what was coming. What was next. Everything has always been planned, even what I don't think is. Hell, I think even the day I die is planned by those people." You laughed out. "You weren't a part of that plan. I don't have any plans revolving you because I can't control the situation anymore. That routine of planning is over." You finally finished your rant.
You stared at Eo. He seemed to be searching for a response. He lifted his hand and put it on your cheek, his thumb wiping one of your tears.
"I don't have any plans either. Well— I have one. I plan to make you happy." Eo practically whispered, making sure his words directly hit your ears only, making each word even more personal.
The air was thick and filled with an emotion that neither of you could explain. The only thing you could do was stare into each others eyes. You didn't know why but you leaned in.
"Really?" your voice softly escaped your mouth.
"Yeah…"
You slowly leaned closer in and closed your eyes. Before any contact could be felt, a knock landed on the door, causing you to jump. You quickly stood up from the bed and called the person inside. You spoke with the person in your native as Eo stared at you. His face flushed as he did so. You turned to Eo and briefly explained that the ritual would begin soon. He had to go through some things alone before the two of you see each other tonight. He mindlessly nodded before getting up and heading out with the servant.
Another servant came to guide you as well. Before the ritual were to happen a smaller one must happen. A bath full of flowers with meanings that surrounded purity and romance was made. You soaked in the bath as servants pour wine into the water as they hummed ancient tunes. You were dressed by those same servants. Your lower half was wrapped in a white cloth, once again representing purity among the gods. Your top half was left bare, only being covered by a neck to chest piece jewelry.
Women played instruments as you danced as praises to the Gods and ancestors. All throughout the praises and dances all you could think about is if Eo was ok during his personal rituals. When night had fallen, you were escorted to a location outside the palace. You had arrived first, as the future head of household.
The location was hidden between trees, a structure that had seemed ancient. You slowly walked into the building, looking above after you noticed the moon light shining through the open roof. The sight was beautiful. All the stars and moons above lit in a way you've never noticed. As you walked you finally reached the main event.
A hot springs.
You could see the steam slowly rising from the water. At this point the servants had stopped following you, leaving you alone to soak in the spiritual grounds. You bent down and dipped your hand into the water to feel the temperature. The water was warm, you thought it would be way hotter due to the steam, but it wasn't, it was just right. You stood back up and walked over to the stairs that descended into the water. Step by step you slipped into the water.
The water felt magnetic against your skin. Nothing made you feel safer than the water. You sunk down, your body being hidden underneath the water. You stayed there for a while, letting the warmth embrace you. When your head peeked out of the water you saw Eo standing on the edge of the spring. He was wearing the exact same thing as you, small cloth around the waist and jewels covering his chest.
"Are you gonna get in?" You asked.
"It's apart of the ritual isn't?" He sarcastically responded.
You stood up, exposing your bare chest to Eo and the cool air. At the sight of you he took a step back, turning his head away out of what he thought was respect.
"Don't look away, it's fine. This apart of the ritual too." You smiled as you spoke. "A husband shouldn't be scared of his wife's body." You turned your head to the side trying to get a look at his face.
He turned back and looked at you, trying to deny any concept of him being scared of you. He was just caught off guard by the sudden sight.
"Come on…Get in the water. I want to talk to you face to face." You smiled at him as you stepped back sinking into the water.
"You're in a better mood…" He teased.
Just like always, he moved as soon as you told him to. He stepped down the steps and came towards you.
"Can you swim?" You asked in a tone that sounded like a bullying situation that was bound to happen.
"Yeah. Kind of."
"Captain can't swim? Oh no… captain we're going down what should we do!?" You teased as you moved back farther into the spring where the water is way deeper. "How will we ever handle our sorrows if we can't swim?"
You played. You wanted to talk to him seriously about earlier but wanted to avoid it at the same time. For now, you just wanted to play. The warmth of the water took you back to something you couldn't explain. It was comforting, and with Eo being there, it was even better.
"Ah yes, my dearest princess, we will handle these sorrows together." He replied back. Following along with your little game. "I shall relearn the best swimming methods for you."
He followed after you. you were ten times better at swimming than he was, you grew up around it after all. You could've swam faster but you didn't, you waited for him to catch up to you, to wrap his arms around you, and pull you as you playfully flared around. He pulled you to an edge of the springs where you could sit up on.
"Come on. Face to face. Just like you said." He spoke as you lifted yourself onto the ledge.
"You want me to be honest now?" You questioned.
"Like I said. You only have to be honest with yourself." He put his hand on your knee. "You can tell me whatever you want, lies and all."
"I'm sorry about earlier." You softly spoke, apologizing once again, and leaned into his space.
"You already apologized. You don't have to repeat it." He responded, looking up at you with those big eyes of his.
"But I am sorry. You've been nothing but good to me, yet I bullied you." You pouted. "How I treated you wasn't fair."
Eo's hand left your knee and raised to your face. He smiled at you with such emotion.
"You had your reasons and you told me your reasons." He laughed at his next choice of words. "If being mean makes you feel better, bully me all you want. I want to see you smile. I want you to feel good. I will do anything to cheer you up."
"You're so stupid. I could punch you and you'd still smile in my face." You laughed at his words of sincerity.
"Why? Are you thinking of punching me now?"
"Maybe."
You leaned closer to him until your lips touched his. You didn't care if it was too soon to feel for him, to adore him, to love him. You wanted him all to yourself. How he cared and understood you, you wanted to return that ten folds. You broke away from the kiss and looked down at the man who's face was flushed to a shade you've never seen before.
"Is that good? or do you prefer a punch?" You teased.
His eyebrows raised at your question, but before he could reply you pushed him out of the way to sink back into the water. You tried to swim away but as soon as you turned your back to him, he grabbed you from behind. Mini waves appearing in the water once your back hit his chest.
"Oh princess..what shall you do now that the "no swimming" captain has captured you?" He playfully questioned.
You broke out of his arms and splashed him with water. The two of you began to play. After such an intimate moment the two of you played like childhood lovers. It was special and sweet. It went on for about twenty minutes before he got tired of chasing you around. He couldn't keep up with someone who spent their whole life swimming.
"Tired?" You teased. "Maybe—maybe I should take you captive instead?" You swam up to him.
"Yeah? What will happen if you do?" He spoke trying to catch his breath.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him.
﹒ ୨୧◞ 。Pairing: mature! michael x f model! reader, age-gap! (michael is in his early 40s and reader is in her late 20s)
﹒ ୨୧◞ 。Summary : You texted Michael on your flip phone, expressing your deep sense of missing him. This prompted him to decide that it was time for him to visit you… It's 2AM in an empty park, and Michael has no intention of breaking that promise of going until the morning. A Break of Dawn inspired fic.
﹒ ୨୧◞ 。Warnings: softdom!Michael, Slightly switch!f reader if you squint, smut, porn with alittle plot, oral sex (f receiveing), morning sex, exhibitonism, extremely detailed description.
Michael strolled beside you along the park path. The night air was cool at this time of the year. His gaze kept drifting your way, lingering in a way that made your heart rate pick up. It’s been two months since you and Michael have made it official; however, to this day, every time his eyes met yours, heat flooded your cheeks. You attempted to keep your steps steady to mask the nervousness you felt being so close to him, but his teasing glances made your composure unintentionally slip.
"You keep looking away," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "Something on your mind?"
You gulp, your throat tightening. You bite your lip, a nervous habit you obtained a while back. You managed to let out a shaky laugh, but words tangled in your tongue. The modeling world you had lived in for years felt pretty distant tonight; age creeping closer with every season, and the fear of losing the only life and routine you've ever known was weighing heavily on your chest.
Yet here, walking beside Michael, after one of his recording sessions for his new album, lifted the weight of your worry from his attention.
A wooden bench appeared under the glow of a lamppost. You both slowed down, without saying a word, then sat; way closer to each other than you needed to be. You folded your hands in your lap, trying to avoid his intense gaze, finding the park path way too interesting.
Michael fully turned his body toward you, your knees touching now as he draped one arm along the back of the bench behind your back. He noticed how your shoulder curled inward, how your eyes still refused to meet his. He always noticed everything about you. A slow grin curved his lips.
"Look at me" he said softly.
You swallowed, forcing your gaze up to meet his eyes. His dark eyes held yours for what felt like a century. His grin deepened, making your heart flutter.
"There she is," he whispered. “Been waiting to see those eyes all night."
"You keep giving me that look. I just might— you said under your breath. "Pardon?… Did you say something?" he said with a charming tone. “Oh, I- I was just talking to myself," you replied with a playful smile, leaning in slightly closer.
"Hold my hand," he said, his voice soft and inviting. Without thinking, you laced your fingers through his. His thumb automatically started drawing slow circles over your knuckles. The park around you faded to shadows and distant leaves. He lifted your joined hands slowly and pressed an almost feather-like kiss to your wrist, then another higher on your forearm.
"Michael, what are you—“ you say quickly, looking around to make sure no one appeared out of thin air. “Shhhhh, don't worry, I made sure this park is secluded before we got here, so just— relax," he said as he pressed another kiss just under your jaw. Each press of his lips drew heat lower in your belly.
You finally looked him in the eyes, giving him full eye contact. There was no doubt in your mind that you were in a whole different dimension… that's the effect that he has. "Your eyes are so captivating, I can’t help but get lost. It’s like I’m in a whole different world with you.” You said, biting your lip.
The intense eye contact was actually breaking you; you couldn’t help but feel flutters in your heart. His hands slowly started to rise up your thigh…
"I want to kiss you…" he whispered. “Touch you, make you forget everything except how good I’m making you feel… Will you let me do that, girl?"
You met his gaze fully now, shyness still present but desire pushing it back. He noticed the shift and leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, unhurried kiss. You couldn’t believe what was happening. All you knew was that you wanted more and more…
"Stand up for me" he said quietly.
You rose to your feet. He held your waist, turning you so you could be facing him, standing between his spread legs. His hands started caressing your sides gently, his eyes never leaving yours. One of his hands started drifting lower, slipping beneath your short dress to find the damp fabric between your legs.
"Already wet.. is this all for me baby?"
You hum, nodding slightly, every rational thought of you guys literally being in public a distant thought.
His fingers pushed the material of your underwear aside, stroking teasingly through your slick folds, gathering wetness before circling your clit with deliberate pressure. Your hips rocked forward.
"Keep going, Michael. I'm so wet… please, please use your fingers-" you said, breathing intensely. He started sliding your panties down your leg and began to glide his finger against your heat, teasing you, which caused you to moan louder than you intended. Blushing, "It's okay, don't apologize. I can tell you're really enjoying this," he said in a deep, smooth tone.
Your moan echoed through the empty park, causing your cheeks to flush.
"I can tell you're enjoying this," he said in a deep, smooth tone. "Oh my god, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so loud. " You said, giggling. You feel yourself getting more aroused from the way he’s touching and sneaking around at the park. It makes the situation even riskier, but it turns you on even more.
You glance at your watch and realize it’s 2:00 in the morning. "Michael, it’s 2:00 a.m. We completely lost track of time," you said with a shy giggle. “I’m so caught up with loving you that I’m completely oblivious to how much time has passed,” he chuckled. You then noticed that he had a bulge when you looked down at him. “Can I?" you said seductively. He looked at you, nodding yes, so you gently took your hand and moved it to his waist, then lowered it to his hard bulge.
You begin massaging his erect cock before removing it from his black tailored slacks. He instinctively puts his hand on his face, hiding his blushing face because the touch made him feel so vulnerable that he couldn’t comprehend what to do. He then took his hands and placed them on your head while you stroke his erect cock, then taking him in your mouth, making him whimper. "I want to make love to you," he said.
You pull back slowly, letting his cock slip from your lips with a wet pop, which somehow makes him even harder. His hands still tremble from where they rested against your head, fingers still tangled in your hair. You look up to meet his eyes, which are blown wide with lust.
"Here? What if someone sees us?" you say in almost a whisper, glancing around the empty park, hoping he says yes. This risk sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, pooling between your thighs where his fingers had been working you earlier.
"Nobody's here," he breathes, voice rough and uneven. "I made sure of it before we sat down. It's just us, baby." He then guides you up softly, almost like you were made out of glass, his other hand reaching for your waist to pull you onto his lap. "I need to feel you… Need to be inside you."
You straddle him on the bench, the wood pressing uncomfortably against your knees. His hands slide under your dress to hold onto your thighs, gripping firmly as he helps you position yourself over him. You reach between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance.
The moment his tip brushes against your slick sheath, you both moan in unison.
"Slow," he murmurs against your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against it. "Let me take care of you."
You sink down onto him inch by inch, your head falling back as he fills you completely. When you're fully seated in his lap, his cock already deep inside, he holds you still for a moment, both of you breathing hard against each other’s skin.
"You're so big, Michael. Feels so good," you whisper while his hands roam up your back.
He presses you closer against him. "Mhh— so perfect around me, almost like you were made for me."
You start to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles. The friction of him inside you, the way he hits that spot deep within, has you biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly.
"That's it, baby," he encourages. "Just like that, girl. Take what you need."
The bench creaks beneath you as you start bouncing on it faster, inching closer and closer to your release. His hands grip your hips, guiding your rhythm, sometimes slowing you down when you move too fast, not wanting to come undone before you.
"Michael-" you gasp, feeling the pressure build low in your belly. "I'm close already-"
"I got- ah I got you," he assures you, one hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit. His thumb pressing down, circling tight, firm strokes that matches your movements. "Let go for me. I've got you."
"No, I wanna go harder, Michael… faster until you cum inside of me. Tell me how good my wet pussy feels." You moaned in his ear. That's all it took for you to come undone with a cry that echoed through the empty park, your body clinging to his as waves of pleasure kept hitting you. He captures your mouth in a kiss, swallowing the sounds of your moans as you shudder in his arms."
“I’m crazy for you, I love you,” he passionately declared as he gave you intense, deep thrusts. You were completely hysterical as you took every inch of him inside you, yearning for this moment to never end. “Don’t you dare… keep fucking me, please! I’m gonna…” you screamed. He was drenched and covered in your wet juices from his hard cock, but you couldn’t resist stopping until both of you reached that intense climax.
The sensation of you tightening around him pushes him over the edge. He buries his face in your neck and with a deep moan, his hips jerk upward as he spills deep inside you, holding you close as he rides out his own release.
For a few minutes, both of you stay like that, tangled together on a random park bench, breathing hard and sweating despite the cool night air.
"We should head home," he whispers against your shoulder. "Before the sun comes up and morning joggers arrive."
You giggle, pulling back to look at him, "You're right."
He helps you adjust your dress, his fingers lingering against your skin with loving touches, as you were also helping him tuck himself back into his slacks. Your legs feel wobbly as you stand, and he catches you with an arm around your waist, steadying you with a smile.
"Michael" you say giggling "my legs don't work," you whine playfully, leaning into his touch more.
"Then I'll carry you," he teases, though he keeps his arm firmly around you as you begin to walk back to where the car is parked.
By the time you reached his estate, the first hints of dawn were painting the sky in purple and pink colors. You had intended to shower and then pass out on the bed, but the moment the door closed behind you, Michael's hands were on you again, turning you to face him.
“Michael, what-" you say, but are cut off by him giving you a quick peck. "How about round two?" he asks, backing you against the nearest wall. "I promised you I'd make love to you till the break of dawn, didn't I?"
You don't even try to protest as you let him lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you towards the bedroom.
EO x princess!reader . 4.8k . Barely proofread . Fluff . Bold reader . Forced prox. “Fake marriage” more soon.
What’s a better way to escape an unwanted marriage than to put yourself in a new one?
it’s me! : had fun writing this ! Can’t wait to finish up part 2 hope you guys enjoy it ^^ please leave comments it gives me so much motivation and idea on what to do next.
A leader has three obligations. Learn, Marry, and Lead with righteousness. You had trained your whole life within the walls in the palace for this very season. You walked around your room trying to find a way to avoid the destiny of being married to one you didn't love just because it was the duty of one to claim the throne. You were conflicted. You wanted to be a leader, a good one but you didn't want to be forced into something as serious as a lifetime marriage to be deemed a leader worth following.
A week. A week is all you had before you had to marry. It was time to decide. Freedom in an unknown world or imprisonment in a familiar one. You paced around to pick up random things that would fit into "things I need to survive outside" and tossed them on the bed. You went to find a bag to put the objects in. Your mind raced as you forced things into the bag before slinging it over your shoulder.
You slowly walked to your balcony trying to think if this is the right thing to do, go against everything you were raised to do. You stood on your balcony trying to slow your heartbeat from the adrenaline rush you had. You looked down at your feet and took a deep breath. Before you could throw your leg over the ledge a ship crashed into the same woods you had scoped out weeks before hand.
A smile spread across your face. A ship wasn't supposed to fly in this area without permission, and there were no ships meant to fly through this area for another two weeks due to the wedding preparations. If this was something, threat or not, it could hold off the wedding. You could see guards running towards the direction of the smoke rising from the woods.
You slowly stepped back into your room and put your bag down. You walked over to your bed and sat down, your head leaning against the wooden canopy post. You hoped that something big would happen, something that would change your future, even if it was temporary.
Hours passed. You stared at your ceiling for what felt like hours. Your mind raced about what could possibly happen when you get a knock on your door, since you weren't immediately called down that means it was something serious and that made you sink into a deeper thought. When you finally got a knock on your door you jumped up with a quickness, fixing your posture and hair.
"Come in please." You called out.
A servant slowly walked into your room and handed you a scroll that had a ribbon that immediately made you realize who it was from, your mothers signature sign covering the ribbon. You looked up at the servant while holding onto the scroll.
"Do you know anything about what happened?" You questioned.
The servant slightly leaned forward in a bow, avoiding your eye contact before replying.
"No, your highness..My apologizes."
You looked back down at the scroll in your hand and slowly opened it. The scroll had information about an intruder who is being kept in the palace cells until they can be transported out. " Not native to this planet and intentions are unknown." stuck out like a sore thumb. You continued to read before getting to a certain part.
"Wearing odd clothes yet wears a bracelet that seems native."
This made you curious. You wanted to see for yourself. What did this stranger look like. Did they look like you or any of the species you've read about in books. You stood up with the scroll still in your hand and walked over to your dresser. You looked at the scroll one more time before looking at yourself in the mirror.
You placed the paper down before reaching over to your crown that you had roughly dashed onto the dresser earlier while contemplating your life decisions. Your hands trembled as you picked up your crown and placed it on your head. You took a deep breath before looking in the mirror once again. Your posture and face changed, switching from a girl in a crisis to someone who carried themselves with dignity.
"Can you escort me to our locked chambers?" you turned to the servant. "I need to see something, but it must stay between us."
As you walked down towards the chambers you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. When you were greeted by guards you used some excuse of being sent by your mother to interview the one not native to test your negotiation and interviewing abilities, hoping that your mother didn't make this an off-limit place for you.
To your surprise they let you in with no problem, leading you to the very cell he was being kept in. The walk was long, the guard trying to engage in small talk that was one-sided as you never said a word back to him due to your brain being in overload from the slight excitement and fear of what could possible be behind those doors.
As you walked closer to where he was held you could see other species you had seen in story books also being held in cells, it could only make you wonder if they there before him or came with him. The guard banged on the cell door and spoke one word in a language you didn't understand before opening the door.
When he opened the door, your eyes widened.
It was a younger man. He looked to be of the same species as you. Just a regular human or humanoid. His hands were shackled together while his ankle was attached to a chain. He didn't seem like a threat and since his chains weren't too big you figured that he didn't act deranged during his capture. It would be a shame if someone that attractive was out of their mind. You walked into the cell to get a closer look. The man stood up and tried to speak to you, but you couldn't understand a word. As he spoke you noticed the bracelet on his wrist. Your Bracelet.
"Excuse me." You turned around to face the guard who was practically hovering over you. "Can I be alone with him. He doesn't seem to post a threat. I want to question him privately." You softly spoke.
During this the man stopped speaking, finally realizing you spoke a whole different language. He sat still and watched the guard walked out of the cell, closing the door behind him. You turned back around to face the strange man who was wearing your bracelet.
"What's your name..?" You tried to slowly question, hoping he would understand at least basics. "Name..?" You repeated yourself.
He said something, yet the only thing you could understand was the sounds of EO, but you didn't know if that was a name or another word that sounded similar to letters in your native alphabet. You softly repeated it back to him while looking him in the eyes. He nodded, pointing at himself and repeated it slowly.
You could solve this. It was really easy if you wanted to understand him, but you didn't want to put yourself in a situation you couldn't get out of. You regretted not studying languages over studying different art forms so you didn't have to rely on the odd way of gaining language knowledge. At least not yet, not until you checked something.
You pointed at your bracelet he wore, causing him to look down at his wrist. He shook his head and pointed in a random direction as if it would tell you where he had found it. This made you think, maybe he found your bracelet because he was sent by the heavens. He crashed and found it to save you from your situation. He seemed calm and non threatening, maybe you could use this to your advantage. It's not like you were going to completely use him, he was attractive, and hopefully nice.
You put your finger up, trying to tell him one minute. He stood still waiting for whatever was to come. You stepped closer to him, closing the space between the two of you. Your hands found his shackled ones, grazing the cuffs before holding his hands. You gently placed one kiss on his forehead, then another on his lips. You could feel his hand twitch in response but he didn't dare move or try to pull away from you.
You finally pulled away from him and took a step back. One of your hands found your throat, fingers softly rubbing against your neck. The man stared in silence as you cleared your throat. The sound filling the room. It was very awkward, the random kiss and now you trying to clear your mind and throat as he watched your every movement.
"Odd man…what's name?" You finally spoke with grammar that would embarrass your ancestors who had spent lifetimes studying.
"What is your name?" He replied, trying to correct you in the nicest way.
"Sorry. Yes, what is your name." You asked once again.
"EO. Captain EO." He spoke clearly. "And you are?" A small flush appearing on his cheeks.
You told him your name and status. It seemed he truly didn't pay attention to a word that came out your mouth. Well—he surely was paying attention to your mouth. His face becoming more and more flushed as you talked. It's not like this was his first kiss, but it sure was the first with a gorgeous stranger or a person of your stature all together. Your accent was something he'd never heard before, yet it hit his ears in all the right ways.
You may have picked up his language from a kiss, but it didn't mean you knew everything, commonly using pronoun terms in parts of the sentence where it wasn't supposed to be. Yet something about the mistakes were so charming.
"Can help—" you took a moment to think before saying something else. "I can help you get out." You softly said.
"Yeah? How so." He sassily replied.
You could tell he was doubting your ability to help, maybe being too used to a disgusting Patriarchy. Where your voice may not be that important when it came to political or those considered criminals. You looked down at the bracelet one more time before looking into his eyes.
It took hours and debates on why a meeting couldn't be held off until the next morning, but you insisted on a meeting this late at night, stating that the future of your leadership depended on it. You didn't explain anything, you didn't explain why your leadership was at stake, leaving them desperate and curious enough to agree to such a late meeting.
Your mother didn't attend—mostly because she could care less about your affairs after you agreed to marry someone she chose—allowing you to have full control of the situation without any type of protest. After the council poured in you followed suit. You sat uncomfortable in your mother's throne, a throne that foreshadowed your future.
It was cold and uncomfortable for someone with such wealth and a nation to carry the seat wasn't a bit comfy, maybe that's something you'd change when it's finally yours. Why would you want to lead in such a grueling position.
"I have called this meeting for a very important reason. As I've said the future of this throne is at stake." You spoke with a commanding tone, pausing to look around before continuing. "I have found something very important with someone that you've chosen to hold within our chambers."
You stood up from your seat; your hands held in front of you as a small smile spread across your face. The doors of the council room opened, and EO and his team slowly walked in. When he reached the center of the room you walked down to meet him. In this room no man should ever look you in the eye unless they were of a certain status, most men keeping their heads down as you talked to them. Yet EO kept eye contact with you the whole time, earning distasteful whispers from those that surrounded the two of you.
EO then bowed. You raised your arm searching for a response. He took no time to look back up and grab ahold of your hand before placing a kiss on it, holding eye contact. A small sound left your mouth, you may have just talked about him doing this very action, but you didn't expect him to do right away. You could feel your face warming up, it was embarrassing how something planned could make you react that way. EO looked over to his wrist before reading—very poorly even after practice— a sentence that was engraved on the bracelet.
You didn't tell him what he was saying nor what it meant. You didn't want to mention the words that he just spoke was a love confession that is an equivalent to a proposal. You ignored all the chatter and protest that filled the room. You turned around and walked back to your future throne. You stood in front of the throne and proudly announced what was on your mind.
"I've accepted this man to be my groom, over the next week there will be wedding changes. The last groom was not fit. A man should be musically inclined and have aspirations for our nation's children and future." You paused. Your mind thinking of what to say next. "Our last option in no way shared those ideas. If a man is not fit for children, we should get rid of them..yes?" You questioned with no intent of being debated.
The crowd couldn't protest, even if they wanted to, they couldn't do anything. All they could do was wait until your mother found out the next morning.
"Will you show my friends to a comfortable setting." You said pointing at his team. "Meeting adjourned" You announced.
You pointed at EO and pointed at the ground in front of you. You were telling him to come to you in such a doggish way, yet he didn't protest, speedily walking over to you. You grabbed his wrist when he reached you, not giving him any time to say anything before you dragged him out with you.
When you would walk back to your room a group of servants would usually follow you closely behind, yet this time they were feet behind as if you were carrying a disease. It was unbelievably awkward. You unconsciously gripped EO's wrist super tight. He didn't say anything to you though, maybe realizing something huge had happened. He may have not understood but he had his ideas.
When you finally made it back to your room you shoved him in before slamming the door behind the two of you. You threw yourself against the door and sighed, it felt like you had been holding your breath that whole walk. You began to complain in your native language, taking off your heels and throwing them on the ground. You began to pace and talk about how scared you were about what was to come tomorrow.
EO didn't understand a thing but didn't interrupt you. He silently moved and picked up your heels that you had carelessly dashed. It took you five minutes to realize the reason he wasn't replying was because he didn't understand.
"I'm sorry." You softly spoke in a language he could understand, finally looking at him.
You finally got another good look at him. This time he wasn't in chains and stood straight up. His limbs were long, hands looked nice, and his face was perfect. You walked over and stood directly in front of him, grabbing his face and pulling him down closer to yours so you could get a closer look. In the process he dropped your shoes.
"You're very handsome odd man." You spoke as you turned his face with your hands. "You don't have a persons do you?"
EO was completely taken off guard by how blunt your words were and touchy you were to someone you just met.
"Pers— no? I don't think so." He replied. His face getting warm underneath your hands.
"Ok. Good. You're mine now. I've chosen you for groom. Blessings." You smiled in his face.
"Pardon?" He quickly pulled back from you, backing himself into a wall.
Was this a good thing or a bad thing? A gorgeous woman who's literally a princess saying your her groom. Yet it was iffy due to the fact you barely knew each other. Hell, the two of you met in a cell. How did that make EO marriage material especially without him technically saying yes.
"I said I could get you out. Yes? I'm also trying to get out. Marriage is easy way out." You stated. You shrugged your shoulders as if what was just said wasn't a big deal.
"Marriage isn't a joke— I mean this is serious." His eyebrows pushed together in confusion. "I don't think marrying a stranger is a good idea..especially for you princess." His tone soft yet blunt.
"You're not a stranger. Not anymore." You walked up to him and placed your hands on the wall beside him, trapping him where he stood. "Am I not pretty?" You pouted.
EO tried to reply but he started stuttering. You were practically playing in his face, and he couldn't argue at all. He turned his head away from you, looking at anything.
"Yeah—yeah but what does tha—uh…I just want to know why you think this is a good idea." he replied. "How would—how could this help you." He finally looked back at you.
You finally backed away from him. "I guess I should be honest to my groom." you whispered to yourself before looking him in the eyes. "It takes a lot to explain."
"A lot of time?" He questioned, once again correcting you. It seemed like every time you made a mistake he was going to correct you unconsciously.
"Yes ! too much time to explain."
"I'll listen." He spoke gently, backing off the wall. "Even if it takes all night, I'll listen."
You smiled at his response. You wanted to tell him the eye contact was rude, but you were enjoying it. Your fiancé never looked your direction out of "respect". Who knew eye contact could be such a nerve-wracking thing. You turned away from EO and walked over to your room door before opening it.
"Can you fetch my guest some clothes..." You turned back to look EO up and down. "Something large maybe…?" You spoke to one of the servants outside of the door.
You shut your door and used your open palm to point him towards your bed. He hesitated to move before you used your eyes to direct him out of impatience, causing him to move.
He sat down at the edge of your bed, looking uncomfortable as he tried to not take up too much space. You smiled at him finding his words and actions not aligning cute. He spoke sweetly yet his actions were one of a scary man. You sat next to him and didn't leave any space between the two of you, testing the waters.
EO's face was flushed. The way both of you were acting with each other wasn't the norm or what you were used to when first meeting someone. You were overly blunt and touchy, while he was being what was seen as rude in your culture. He may have been looking in your face, but he was still being extremely respectful and polite. The two of you sat in silence for a minute, trying to figure out what topic to speak about first.
"I'm not against it." EO finally spoke, breaking the silence. "You have your reasons, so I won't judge you. You don't have to be scared to tell me. Just speak freely." He softly said, his knee bumping against yours.
"Scared? Never me. Don't be silly." You tilted your head to the side and made a face that read "are you serious". "Where should I start..." you spoke to yourself.
"The beginning. Tell me everything. Anything about you, your situation, or your land" EO butted in. He wanted to know everything. If he was going to marry you it's only right to learn about you.
You laid back against the bed and put your hands on your stomach. You were already way too comfortable with him. You began to talk about your status and land. You quickly brushed over that before speaking about your engagement. As a future leader your future was already decided for you, you've never had a problem with things being set up or handed to you, expect till now. Your next task was to marry some wealthy boy who had connections to your family.
A man of your culture had to have certain ideals and standards to be considered a perfect groom. He wasn't a bad man, but you couldn't stand the idea of not at least being able to marry someone you could truly grow to love and lead with. Marrying a man with no proper morals or care for fine arts or children is not where you saw yourself.
"Can you sing?" You looked over at EO
"I—yeah? I think so." He replied, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
"Would you breed with me?" you playfully asked to mess with him. His stance on children wasn't important to you right now. You just wanted to make sure he was paying attention.
"PARDON?" EO jumped from the question. He tried to rephrase the question for you, even if you truly meant to ask that. "You mean would I have kids? I would." He once again looked around the room trying to find a random object to focus his gaze on.
You pointed at him with another smile on your face. "Good answer. I knew it." You ignored his flushed face to continue talking about yourself.
You continued on and on, eventually sitting up to talk about yourself more. You talked about your future, your plans for the throne, and a small vision of your short marriage. You tried to not speak much on the marriage; it wasn't a real one so why spend time speaking on it. The night wind drifted into your room. It had to be past three in the morning, yet you were still speaking.
Your eyes were getting heavy, but your mouth still moved. Your head eventually found EO's shoulder unknowingly. You had always leaned against your canopy pole but now that it was blocked your usual lean landed you against EO. Your talking slowed before you fell fully asleep. He didn't move, not yet. He wanted to make sure you were actually asleep before moving.
The room door finally opened and a servant ran in. "YOUR HIGHN—" The servant was cut off by EO putting his finger over his lips and softly shushing the servant.
The servant had taken too long to fetch the clothing, if you were awake, you would probably chastise them. Thankfully you were out cold. An early morning, ruined runaway plan, your odd way of learning a language, and fake proposal had tired you out. The world around you feeling like a void of nothingness. The servant bowed and put the clothing on the chair before speedily leaving the room. EO looked over at you to see if there was any sign of you waking up.
He waited a few minutes before he put his hand on the back of your head and used his other to hold you as he laid you back on the bed. He got up and went over to where the servant put the clothes. He wanted to properly lay you in bed but there was no way he was going to do so by getting on your bed with clothes that have touched the unknowns in cell. Sitting on the edge of your bed was already enough.
He looked around your room for a place to get changed. There wasn't even a clothing divider. You didn't own one, people dressed you in the mornings so there wasn't anything to hide. He looked over to your balcony and was thankful it didn't look like it showcased your room. EO took a gander. You were sleep and nobody would be able to see him from the balcony. He looked over at you one more time before attempting to quickly change as quietly as he could.
He took off his jacket and draped it across the arm of your mini couch. He held up what the servant had brought and tried to hold back a laugh. It was a night gown. It looked like a dress, but that was something commonly worn to bed in your culture regardless of gender. He went to take off his shirt and that's when you finally decided to jump up. The sound of your gasp and arm and feet hitting the ground startled EO.
"A woman bust—musrt—" Your speech slurring, mixing up bust with must, then going on the mispronounce must. Your eyes were slightly half open, looking uneven. One eye open while the other couldn't decide if it wanted to show itself or not. EO froze. Shirt in hand.
Both of your eyes finally opened, just for a little before returning to the uneven look. "Very nice." you spoke in your native before slowly laying yourself back down. He felt like he had been holding his breath the whole time, only breathing out when you had laid back down before quickly scrambling to put on the night gown.
After he put on the gown, he folded up his clothes and placed them neatly on your couch. EO looked over to you. You were sprawled about. Your legs dangling off of the bed as your arms were above your head. Your mouth was slightly open, showcasing the fact you kept running your mouth even in your sleep. He smiled at the sight of you in the state before crawling onto the bed. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable. The position you were in would probably cause you pain in the morning.
He wrapped his arms underneath your knees, and another hand found your back. He tried to slowly lift you so he wouldn't awaken you, Moving you higher onto the bed. When he laid you down on your pillow he realized he should've pulled the blanket back to put you under them. He tried to pull the cover from under you carefully.
"Lay down." you whispered in your native. Lifting your hand to reach for EO.
"Mhm.." EO hummed sarcastically. "Get under the blanket Princess." he softly directed you, his hand slowly sliding under your legs to lift them up slightly to get the blanket from under you. He gently put your legs back down before covering you up.
He tried to move from beside you without realizing your hand was holding onto him. He wasn't trying to lay next to you, he thought it would be disrespectful. You may have fallen asleep on him but that wasn't permission for him to sleep in the same bed as you, let alone right beside you.
At least he thought. He wanted to get up but for someone who was half asleep you sure had a tight grip. EO was caught between his moral compass and the situation he found himself in. You kept whispering things he couldn't understand, causing him to give up. He slowly laid down beside you, your hand still holding onto him.
By the morning you had shuffled closer to EO. Your face was in his chest, the hand that had previously held onto him finally limped up, being balled into a fist against his chest. EO's arm wrapped around you at one point of the morning as if inviting you into a hug. For people that only had a few hours to bond and share backgrounds—at least on your side—you were way too comfortable. You would be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive.
Maybe that's why you were so comfy, hell if he wasn't even going to stay long what's the harm in having fun? Maybe it was because you were mixing the last thing you saw with your dreams, dreams full of the odd man you had just met. Dreams that would cause you to shift and smile in your sleep.
It wasn't perverted, just normal dreams. Odd dreams. You had never dreamed about someone before. It's funny how you've could've had so many options yet a random man you picked without knowing shit about him other than him being attractive would be the one who would peaking your interest this much.
Michael is shy upon meeting you at first. He didn’t think things would get this far. He simply just—got bored; he saw your number in the mountains of fanmail he’d received and dialed you.
Michael didn’t expect for things to go beyond just a phone call. And he definitely didn’t expect for you two to plan a full fledged date!
He was so shy, twiddling his fingers, adjusting his bowtie. He even checked his watch a few times, awaiting for you to walk through the restaurant doors.
And when you did—God.
He was awestruck. The flow of your curls, the way you carried yourself with such confidence. He could practically see your beautiful aura emitting from your divine figure.
He got up from his seat immediately, wiping off his sweaty hands and extending it. However, you were bold.
You engulf him in a brief hug, humming softly against his ear. He froze up, but returned the gesture shortly after.
He may be shy, but he was never one to refuse a hug. Soon afterwards, the date resumed. Though, it was awkward. Michael would clear his throat, avoid eye contact.
But he would light up at the sound of your hobbies, how you take care of yourself, your independence as a woman. It attracted him.
You also expressed a deep appreciation for his music, his message. And his shyness began to fizzle out.
The date was a success. And Michael couldn’t help but ask—no—beg to see you again.
You had to hide the smirk that threatened to reveal itself.
“Sure.” Was all you said, strutting out the door with that confidence that drew him.
Michael was left in a state of awe, picking up his jaw from the floor, and happily returning home—to which his dreams were flooded with you.
The next date came. Then another. And another.
Date after date, Michael found himself falling for you more and more. He enjoyed your company, your sultry nature, your intelligence.
He also enjoyed your body. But he was far too shy to admit it.
And the day you came over to visit? Michael couldn’t sit still.
For a moment, you two sat in silence, gazing around his room, skimming his books, touching his plushies. You were endeared to be invited into his world. And he was happy to be a part of yours.
Yet, you intended to show him exactly how much you adored him.
It all happened so fast, soft, hesitant kisses forming into heated entanglements. You lifted your dress, only to be stopped by Michael’s hands.
He shyly muttered that he wanted you to keep the dress on.
He liked seeing you in it.
You grin, slowly grinding against his waist, undoing his belt. Though, Michael grew hesitant; he grew shy again.
He covered his face, giggling bashfully. Yet, you resumed. And the moment you took him in your mouth?
He could’ve swore he saw stars. His long, slender fingers slithered through your hair, hips bucking upwards, making you gag on his length.
You couldn’t help but grin at the way he attempted to withhold his noises from you, hoping to not wake the entire estate. Before long, he couldn’t hold back.
Literally.
He released down your throat. A lot.
And you made sure that you swallowed every last drop before coming up to catch his lips again, making him taste himself on your lips.
Michael was awestruck once again, face warm, hands reaching up to grip your waist. He looked—baffled.
And heavily aroused.
And before long, he chuckled, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and flipping you over, making you yelp.
“Now, it’s your turn,” he murmured, capturing your lips before you could respond.
In this moment? It was safe to say that Michael no longer felt…shy.
synopsis: Michael is recording his song “in the closet,” and you’re there to assist him in crafting the perfect melodies and pitch.
warnings: smut, pwp, m!oral receiving, sub!Mj
WC: 827
"Mhm.. that's it baby," Michael murmured under his breath, his voice low and smooth as his head leans back slightly.
The recording booth was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the mixing board beyond the glass. The instrumental of an unfinished track played softly through the speakers, his own vocals echoing around the room.
This wasn't how the session was supposed to go.
You had come to help your boyfriend Michael with harmonies, maybe give feedback and help him with vocals. That had been that plan.
Instead, somewhere between playful teasing and glances, and an undeniable tension that always somehow seemed to build whenever you and Michael were together, the atmosphere had shifted entirely as you found yourself on your knees in front of him; leaving barely any space between you both and the microphone.
As Michael's voice filled the room. You slowly stroke and suck him while he sings into the recording mic. “Hmnh-“ he whimpers“ ….“She wants to give it” he sung biting his lip trying to keep his composure. "Aughh Dare Me" he moaned loudly into the mic then looking at you with a sexy look in his eyes. "Michael, I thought we were just working on the track," you teased, popping his dick out of your mouth for a second, still stroking him.
"Ah- plans change, please stop teasing me- fuuuuckkk" he cusses, a soft whimper escaping his lips as you moved closer to his aching cock, smiling innocently up at him. "You're such a tease, you know that?" he gasped, his voice a mix of both frustration and intense desire.
"Dare me to stop," you replied, your voice low and seductive, letting your lips brush against his tip teasingly slow. You could see the struggle on his face as he fought to stay focused on the track, but the pleasure was overwhelming.
"Dare me?" Michael quoted you, almost in desbelief as another moan threatens to slip out. "God, you're killing me," he groans, biting his lip harder. "Just.. don't stop."
That was all you needed to hear to take him fully back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip first before sinking down deeper, your throat tightening around him. The sound that escaped from his lips was a mix of a moan and a whimper.
"Ouuu, Aoughh" he moaned. Then starts singing, because there's something about you baby that makes me want to give it to you" he sung seductively… you smile with a devious expression on your face with saliva dripping from your mouth, from the passionate head you were giving him.
"Fuck, that feels so good.." he breathed, his hands gripping the base of the microphone in front of him, attempting to steady himself. "I can't—"
You pulled back slightly, maintaining eye contact, savoring the way his breath hitched and face slightly drops at the loss of contact— again.
"Can't what?" You teased again, a smirk playing on your lips.
"Don't make me beg." he urged, his voice desperate as the tension in the room thickened, Michael was debating whether to beg or say fuck it and pull you up to fuck you against the nearest wall.
His inner thoughts were answered as you increased your pace on his shaft, taking him inside your mouth again, every stroke and suck bringing him closer and closer to his peak. As a result, his whimpers grew louder, echoing and filling the small space as he struggled to keep both his voice and body steady.
"Just like that baby," he gasped, head falling back, the pleasure consuming him. "ahh— I-I'm so close.. swallow baby please.. please take it all"
You could feel the heat radiating from him, his body tense and ready to explode. "Let go for me Michael," you whispered against his aching member, your voice urging him on.
"Swallow baby, swallow baby please.. God, yes I'm gonna—" Michael sung seductively multiple times, with his hands on your face now, you try to stay quiet while pleasuring him but it's so hard to when you see him reacting this way. His voice broke into a series of low moans and whimpers as he finally surrendered, the tension snapping as he reached his peak.
You held his cock tightly, feeling him pulse against your tongue, the sounds of pleasure echoing around the room, mixing with the faint instrumental still playing in the background.
As he came down from the high, he looked down at you, breathing heavily, a mix of satisfaction and "what the fuck did we just do" on his face.
He helped you up then huged you, burrying his face in your neck in the process. "I guess there's gonna be alot of editing to do," he chuckled as he kissed your cheek tenderly.
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