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Love Games - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader (Requested)

Summary: After endless flirting and teasing all day from Y/N, Michael gives her what she’s been wanting. But when it becomes too much for Y/N, she uses the safe word for the first time.

Warnings: Teasing, flirting, rough smut, Dom! Michael, some mean! Michael, angst, oral (female receiving), edging/orgasm denial, cock-warming, use of objects (belt), choking, light degradation, strong language, soft! dom! Michael too, fluff

A/N: A lovely anon requested a fic with Michael Langdon similar to the fic I wrote of Duncan, called Safe Word. Hope this does the anon justice, and thank you for the request! I enjoyed writing this! <3

**This could be considered a Part 2 to Claiming Control or taking place in the same universe as that fic 💕

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @sarahandthejets , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme , @blakewaterxx , @1-800-bitchcraft

“I know what you’re doing,” Michael speaks elusively from where he sits, his voice husky and scheming, sending a noticeable visible shiver through Y/N as she turns around from changing and slipping on a black silk night-slip for the evening. Her curious eyes meet Michael’s, his expression almost agitated, but clearly amused, his blue eyes deep and intensely focused on hers.

He leans back in his chair, relaxed, a leg crossed over his knee, eyes never leaving Y/N’s form as she crosses her arms from where she stands, narrowing her eyes, showing prominent confusion on her face.

“What?” Y/N says as she looks at him, her voice perplexed to implicate she doesn’t understand what Michael is referring to, even though she does. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart,” Michael says smoothly, uncrossing his leg from over the knee and pushing himself to stand up.

Y/N knew what she had signed up for when she and Michael got together and had devoted their lives to one another. She knew of Michael’s past, his powers, the kind of plans and ideas he had, the types of traps he was going to be setting, the certain measures Michael would have to be going through in order for this new world to begin.

But it didn’t matter to Y/N as long as she had Michael. Her life didn’t make sense without him, and she didn’t want to live any kind of life where he wasn’t a part of it, even if he was the apparent antichrist. She understood how cynical and dreadful his plans were, and she hated that aspect of his so called “prophecy.” But love is crazy, illogical, and she couldn’t help but stay by his side anyway, no matter how bleak and appalling his plans were.

With all they had been through in the last few years at this point, she knew there was nothing Michael could say or do to make her leave him or stop loving him. Her soul had long since merged with his, Michael setting his claws deep into her heart, as Y/N flowed through Michael’s own veins with how enamored and in love he was with her too.

This didn’t mean Y/N didn’t get annoyed or frustrated with Michael sometimes, and vice versa, including the current situation between them. With Michael’s particular and rigorous questioning techniques for the members of the Outpost, he hadn’t really been present as of late, physically or emotionally. Being so busy with the interviews all week, Michael’s cunning plans, and so called sanctuary selections, it’s understandable that Michael and Y/N haven’t had much time together.

She wasn’t upset or angry with him for it, she understood his work ethic, but she still missed him, and was going to take advantage of every opportunity she had to break him down and get him to spend time with her one way or another.

And though she could just communicate her frustration and explain how she misses him and wishes he’d take longer breaks, or spend a little extra time with her in the morning or something, she’d rather make it a game and give them some fun.

It all started when she tried breaking his focus away from his laptop the day before, trying to seduce him and convince him to take a break, spend some time with her. Michael was into it, but far too busy and occupied with work. But he reacted in an alluring way that made Y/N know he was missing her too. He just wanted to get his plans at the Outpost taken care of first, and it unfortunately was taking up a lot of his time in the process.

Knowing how busy Michael would be, how he’d be focused on the Outpost occupants, and paying more attention to everyone’s darkness, Y/N knew that taking every opportunity possible to taunt and tease and distract Michael would result in an exhilarating aftermath. And it seemed to be working itself out for her at the moment as after she came back into the room from the library, she found Michael seemingly waiting for her as he sat in one of the black leather chairs in their room.

But she promptly ignored him, as it was all part of her plan and carried on with her normal nighttime routine. Except, instead of changing in the bathroom after her shower, she changed in the bedroom, where Michael could see every bare inch of her, but wouldn’t allow him to touch as she continued to obviously ignore him.

She could see the faint smirk on his face as she changed in front of him and ignored his presence except a few glances here and there. She knew that he knew she was playing a game. And when Michael becomes a part of a game, he plays to win -- and not always fair, but always dirty.

Michael fluidly struts across the room to meet Y/N, her remaining with crossed arms and a confused expression as she continues to play off her oblivious persona. Michael walks until he’s just a few inches away from her and crosses his arms behind his back.

“You’ve been taunting me, trying to get my attention all day. Don’t act like you haven’t,” Michael begins.

“Oh please,” she rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so narcissistic,” she uncrosses her arms and waves a hand off. “It’s not always about you, Michael. I do more than compete for your attention. I understand you’re busy, and that’s okay. You know I understand that.”

Michael raises his eyes, finding her reply amusing.

“Maybe you feel a bit guilty about your constant working and now you’re just projecting onto me,” she crosses her arms again, shrugging. “It would make sense.”

Michael gives a soft laugh. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N. You’re been playing this game for days, practically begging me on your knees for a second of my attention.”

“No I haven’t,” she glares a bit. “Sure, I’ve missed spending some time with you,” she admits, “but like I said, I understand your plans and what you have to do and know better than to get in the way.”

“Then care to explain your recent behavior?” Michael asks immersed.

“There’s nothing to explain. I’ve done nothing different than I usually do. I mean, sure, I’ve been wanting to spend time with you lately because of course I miss you,” she steps forward, purring as she speaks her words. “But who can blame me? You’ve been so caught up with work recently,” she continues, raising her hand to his chest and trailing her index finger down the front of torso, her eyes gazing over his body before reaching back up to his face.

Michael raises his head, looking down at her with an inquiring expression.

“If you’d rather be one of those guys that lets work grab you by the balls,” she adds, her finger still trailing down until brushing her hand over his cock, rubbing him over and feeling him beginning to harden, hearing his breath hitch.

She drops her hand again, “rather than spend time with your loving partner,” she raises her arms and wraps them around his neck loosely. “Then that’s your choice, darling,” she smiles sarcastically, dropping her hands to his collar to straighten it out before clasping her hands in front of her and stepping back.

Michael gives a slight glare, fed up with her attitude and teasing behavior. He knew what she was doing -- playing this game of sorts, seeing how far she could push him until he broke down and gave in.

If this was how Y/N was going to be acting, taunting and tempting, then, he would be returning the same energy back to her.

Michael takes a step forward, closing the space between them, which causes Y/N to step backward until she reaches the bed. She looks behind her from instinct before looking back at Michael. He pushes her to fall and lay back, crawling onto the bed over her, grabbing her throat with a hand, all in one swift motion, holding her down with his grip on her.

“I’m sick and tired of this childish behavior, Y/N. If you’re going to be immature and behave like some kind of needy whore, then I’m going to treat you like one,” Michael hisses.

She glares over his words, “Fuck you, Michael.”

Michael grips her throat a bit more harsher. “Don’t beg me to unless I implicitly ask you to,” Michael states to her.

Y/N grabs his hand around her throat, gasping out a breath to try and trying to speak. But Michael tightens his hold enough to where she can’t.

“Did I say you could speak?” Michael asks rhetorically, tilting his head slightly. “I thought you’d have learned better by now.”

Y/N pulls on his hand, wanting him to let go so she can talk. So he loosens his hold, letting Y/N breathe out for a second before she talks. “Where did this kind of energy come from? I thought work had emotionally castrated you?”

Michael chuckles a bit, “Oh baby, you’re playing with fire right now. I’d be cautious if I were you.”

“Try me,” she rolls her eyes. “I’m not scared of you, Michael.”

“Maybe you should be,” he leans in, whispering lowly, his eyes clouding with lust.

Y/N swallows, her stomach jumping over Michael’s actions and low voice. He lets go of her throat, his fingers brushing softly over her neck after, fluttering his fingers so lightly. The gentle touch causes an uproar of butterflies to flood through Y/N/s entire being, causing her breath to leave her body. Michael’s hand brushes against her jaw, moving his hand to where his thumb grazes over Y/N’s bottom lip.

Michael half-grins, a pleased expression showing on his face as Y/N parts her mouth without hesitation as Michael’s thumb pushes forward slightly. Michael drops his hand slowly, pulling Y/N’s bottom lip down a bit before he drops his hand.

Michael can sense the eagerness and excitement growing inside of Y/N, along with his own desire and hunger for her. He has been incredibly busy, and missing her the very same. But they each handled their self-control differently.

Y/N made it into a game, while Michael repressed it while focusing on the Outpost tasks instead, even if he didn’t want to and would rather spend time with Y/N. But now, a fire was growing rapidly between the two of them simultaneously and it wasn’t going to be contained for much longer.

He cups her cheek in the next second, Y/N’s body practically melting against his hold, leaning her head into his hand as his simple touch pulls her under and she focuses on Michael, his touch, the feeling, and what his next actions could be as she waits in excitement.

Suddenly, Michael’s hands grab at the top of her slip, gripping tightly and pulling, ripping it down the middle to expose her bare body to him. He rips it all apart until he can remove the entire slip from her body, tossing the shredded fabric to the ground.

Y/N’s eyes are wide from his actions, but she forgets about her slip and his actions quickly when Michael leans in, crashing his lips against hers deeply, capturing her in an array of intense, passionate feelings that overtake their beings.

Their kissing seems as if they’re desperate for air and this was the only way to breathe. With Michael’s hand trailing down the side of her body, brushing along her soft curves, his other hand grasping her cheek to keep her in place, Y/N ruts her lower body up towards him, trying to create some friction and relief for them.

Y/N moans into Michael’s mouth when she feels the hardness of his cock straining his pants between her legs as she ruts her hips towards him. She drops a hand between their bodies to rub him against the fabric, but Michael pulls away, maneuvering down between her legs before she can touch him.

Y/N’s eyes follow Michael, almost pouting from not being able to touch him. But Michael takes her knees and lifts them over his shoulders and lowers his face, burying his face between her thighs without hesitation, distracting her from her current thoughts.

Y/N’s eyes flutter closed, feeling the way Michael’s mouth begins to kiss and lick over her heat. He licks carefully through her slit and to her folds and around, letting the anticipation build. He builds her up, circling his tongue over her clit lightly every so often as he focuses on getting her wet and more aroused for him.

Her breathing begins to get more shallow, her chest rising and falling with every pleasured lick and nip of Michael’s lips around her core. Her hand falls to his head, grabbing at his locks when Michael begins swiping his tongue over her clit more often, causing the sensitivity to enhance.

Michael encloses his lips over her clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves harshly as his tongue flicks back and forth over her. Y/N cries out in gratified whimpers, arching her back lightly, her breathing getting heavier with every passing minute.

Knowing Y/N’s body so well, Michael knows when she’s close, and when he feels her legs starting to shake around his head and shoulders, he sucks harder, bringing her closer to the edge.

As he feels her gripping his hair harder, sensing the way her body is beginning to tense and shake, Michael stops, lifting his head and licking his lips, a smirk growing on his face as Y/N gasps and lifts her head, looking down at him with a confused expression.

“Why’d you stop?” Y/N asks breathlessly, frustrated and perplexed of his halted actions.

“Because I can,” Michael grins, a plan forming in the back of his mind as payback from all of her teasing behavior.

“Are you serious?” She narrows her eyes. “You’re going to--”

Michael lowers his face back down to her center again, enclosing his lips around her clit once more, beginning to suck again. Y/N lets a moan out as her back arches again, leaning her head back once more as she feels the same pleasure as before overtake her.

Michael brings his hand up this time, pushing his index finger into her slick, pulsing entrance with ease as he pumps into her, continuing to suck at her clit, alternating with swiping his tongue around her folds and down her slit before focusing back on her clit.

When Y/N feels the same pressure building up inside her, feeling the way the softness of Michael’s tongue presses and rubs against her, the way his tongue and lips suck unrelenting at her clit, his finger pushing in and out of her, she bites on her lip, letting out a series of consistent moans.

Her body begins to shake again, her lower body tensing and contracting against Michael’s mouth. But Michael stops again, just before she can cum, making Y/N whimper and look down at Michael with confusion at why he stopped again just before she was going to finish.

Michael repeats this a few more times, adding a new sense of pleasure each time. With either the way he moves his tongue against her, adding a second finger to pump into her, pulling Y/N closer to him so his mouth can attach and suck at her clit further, curling his fingers inside her.

It was a constant pleasure, feeling so good and needed and incredible. But each time, Michael stopped just before she was going to finish, causing Y/N's frustration to grow more as he edged her and denied her of her release.

Michael seemed to be getting off on her torture, teasing and taunting her just like she had been doing to him all day.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Isn’t this what you wanted? All of my devoted attention on you?” He smirked at her.

“You really know how to be a fucking asshole, don’t you,” she glares at him.

“Be careful before I bind and gag you, darling,” he grins.

“Maybe I’d actually get off then, since clearly you can’t do it yourself,” Y/N smirks a bit, her words being a form of payback for him edging her.

Michael glares, knowing she was taunting him about him denying her an orgasm. He knew he could give her one, he was always able to, and though this time he purposely made sure she didn’t get one -- yet -- her words still rile him up. This causes him to kneel up before her and grabbing and gripping her hips, flipping her over on the bed to where she’s laying on her stomach.

Y/N grins to herself, knowing that would provoke and infuriate Michael, even though it wasn’t true since she knows he can get her off, as he always has. He just had to torture her this time for her behavior rightfully so and edge and deny her.

Michael removes his own clothing, adding the discarded fabric to the floor with Y/N’s ripped slip. Michael tells Y/N to stand up on her hands and knees as he gets back on the bed, gripping her hips as she complies to his order.

Michael reaches a hand around her to her heat, fingers circling over her clit as he rubs her, making her moan out as he uses his other hand to grab his fully hard cock and pumps his length a few times. Getting closer behind Y/N, he grabs her hips as he presses the tip of his cock into her entrance.

He grips her hips tightly when he thrusts his cock into her, causing Y/N to jolt forward a bit from the momentum and moans out loudly. Michael starts out hard and fast already, not allowing Y/N any time to stretch or get used to Michael’s large size. It still felt incredible, and wasn’t the first time Michael had been aggressive with her like this. But as long as it didn’t get any harsher, it was really good, especially as Michael reaches a hand back to her clit and rubs quick circles over her to add to the pleasure.

Feeling how wet Y/N is around him, hearing her heavy breathing and consistent moaning, feeling her contract around him, he begins getting consumed with the pleasure, with the dominance and total control he has over her, letting out a series of soft groans himself.

He begins picking up pace, thrusting harder against her, the sound of skin slapping vulgarly. The gratification he feels from fucking Y/N, the thrill of power he has over her, holding her in place with his grip, making her feel the pleasure she’s feeling, controlling her orgasms from earlier and now, he starts getting lost in the darkness of it too.

As Michael’s pace, grip and thrusting gets even more faster and more harsh, Y/N becomes a bit concerned and cautious over the roughness. Michael hadn’t fucked her at this fast of a pace or strength before, it feeling like she could barely catch her breath now.

“Michael, slow down a bit, please,” Y/N breathes out, wincing slightly at the pace and fullness of him. It still felt good, but an apprehension was growing in her too. The faster the pace got, and the rougher the fullness became, a slight strain began growing.

But Michael is so lost in the feeling of everything, he doesn’t notice the uneasiness in her voice. “What, you don’t like this?” He laughs at her plea condescendingly, his grip on her digging into her skin. “You sure about that? Because your dripping cunt seems to think otherwise,” he adds, letting out a pleasured groan after.

Again, Y/N was into it. Tender and slow, or rough and fast, Michael always made her feel good. But there was a fine line between pain and pleasure, and the way Michael’s movements were increasing were worrying her and she just wanted him to ease up a bit.

But the concern in Y/N’s tone edges Michael further, her so called weakness tipping him off more, him not realizing how harsh he was becoming with her as he continues to fuck her.

“You don’t like the way I’m fucking you even though you’re fucking leaking all over my cock?” He laughs lowly. “You've been begging me to fuck you for days and now you’re complaining?” He chuckles. “I’ll give you something to complain about.”

He stops suddenly, removing himself from Y/N as a soft gasp leaves her lips and he kneels off the bed. Y/N narrows her eyes confused as she wonders what he’s going to do now but lets out a small deep exhale, taking the moment to catch her breath.

Michael reaches down for his discarded clothes, grabbing the belt from his pants and folding it in his hand as he turns back to Y/N, looking over at her as she remains on her hands and knees for him. He grins, stepping over and kneels back onto the bed.

Aligning himself back behind her, he pushes his still fully hard erection back into her, making Y/N gasp again, transitioning to a moan as she feels his cock seated so deeply into her. Michael uses his free hand to pull back Y/N’s hair from the side all to the other, wanting to see more of her face.

“You’ve been so needy and clingy for my attention all week,” he says seductively, trailing a hand down her back, into the curvature of her spine, “and now that you’ve got it, you’re whining?” He trails his hand down until brushing over her bare ass. “You better thank me for my attention and show how truly grateful you are to have my cock instead,” Michael snaps.

As a hand holds her hip in place, he takes the belt in his other hand and pulls back, whipping it against her ass in the next second, the smack of impact echoing through the room.

Y/N yelps out, eyes widening with pain as her mouth drops open and she calls out, “Ow! What the fuck Michael. What is that?” Her tone is urgent and scared, the pain radiating through her.

“Giving you all the attention you wanted,” Michael hisses, pulling back and whipping her with the belt again just as hard as before.

Y/N cries out again from the sharp pain, wincing as her eyes blur with tears. Michael hums satisfied, feeling the way she clenches and contracts around from the impact, not realizing it’s from pain rather than pleasure.

Y/N pulls away from Michael, turning back over onto her bottom as she scoots back and away from him, holding herself up with her hands as she looks over at him with upset, teary eyes.

“Did I say you could move,” Michael glares, reaching over for her, grabbing her ankle and pulling her back towards him, causing her to grimace from her bottom rubbing against the bed as she’s pulled. “You don’t move, you don’t speak, you don’t even fucking breathe without my permission,” Michael adds, as he flips her back onto her stomach, raising the belt and whipping her yet again, the slap of the leather belt clapping loudly just as before, if not louder.

“No, Michael, stop!” She cries out, looking down and sobbing into the bed. “Mercy! Mercy!” She calls out their safe word, still tightening her eyes as her body tenses from the potential impact.

Upon hearing the safe word, Michael’s expression immediately softens, registering confusion. He drops the belt, crawling over to beside Y/N, asking, “Baby, are you okay?” Michael asks, moving a hand towards her face.

She turns her head towards him and pushes Michael’s hand away before he can touch her, blinking back tears as she pushes herself to sit up and turns over to sit on her bottom. Her eyes water more, tears falling down her cheek as she winces from the pressure of sitting down.

"Do I look okay,” she looks at him, eyes shiny and becoming more wet with tears. She holds back her sobs as her chest hyperventilates a bit, sniffling a bit and her eyes welling up with more tears after more fall down her face. “You hurt me, Michael,” she sniffs. “You were too rough, and that belt, especially, it.. why would you...” she trails off, unable to form a coherent response.

Michael shakes his head a bit, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was becoming too much.”

“I told you to slow down,” Y/N bites her lip, looking at him with a hurt expression, shining with more tears.

Y/N doesn’t mean to, but she breaks down crying then, looking down, tears constantly streaming down her face as the sobs escape her, feeling too vulnerable and exposed in front of Michael right now as she’s become suddenly fearful of him.

Michael’s face softens more, looking at her with a pained expression as she cries. Seeing the way her eyes constantly water, her chest rising and falling heavily as she bawls, the way she hugs her knees to herself as a form of protection and comfort. Michael hates the way he’s made her cry now, clearly hurting her so much to this point.

He leans over, raising a hand toward her, but Y/N flinches, scared of his actions and what he’ll do to her. She’s unknowing if her crying will provoke him to do something else, like when she told him to slow down, and instead of listening, he got the belt.

Y/N scoots away from him timidly, and Michael’s heart seems to break over her reaction, realizing how much he’s actually hurt her, and sensing the hesitation and pain in her.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Michael starts sorrowfully. “I didn’t mean to get carried away with everything. But you know I’m not going to hurt you; I would never hurt you,” he states gently.

“But you already did,” Y/N sniffs, wiping her eyes, though more tears stream down anyway, a few more sobs escaping her.

Michael’s heart breaks into more pieces upon hearing her response. He didn’t realize his actions, didn’t comprehend her feelings or take her previous reactions into consideration as he was so overcome with control and pleasure. And now it’s led to this, and he’s unsure of what he can do about it.

He looks away, diverting his eyes from her, processing her words. Michael would never hurt Y/N, would never want to hurt her willingly, but she was right. He did hurt her, even as an accident, he still did, and he’s not handling it very well considering Y/N is the only person he would never want to bring pain to.

Looking back at her, he scoots closer to her, but Y/N recoils away from him once more out of fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay baby, I’m not going to do anything, I promise,” Michael states as he reaches his hand towards her face and wipes away a few of her tears with his thumb.

Y/N blinks at him sadly, Michael brushing the back of his fingers against her wet cheek softly as he looks at her.

Michael reaches over to her again and grabs her waist, pulling her carefully towards his body. Y/N doesn’t make eye contact with him as her behavior is still a bit shy around him as her nerves just begin to settle down now.

But she allows Michael to wrap his arms around her, cradling her in his hold as she rests her head a bit hesitantly at first, then gently down against his chest, over where his heart is, hearing the soft beating of his heart. Michael’s fingers brush soothingly against her head, her still a bit weary, but beginning to relax again around him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Michael whispers, pressing his lips to the top of her head on him, his other hand grabbing one of her hands. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Y/N pauses a moment, biting her lip. “I was just trying to have some fun with all the teasing. You’ve been so busy, I, I thought it would be fun to--”

“I know, I know,” Michael coos, understanding. “I was playing along too, but I got carried away unfortunately. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t believe that you,” she trails off, her eyes watering, Michael feeling her tears drop to his chest.

Michael sighs, “I know. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’ve never hit me like that before,” she sniffs. “And been so rough, and fast, and,” she swallows, closing her eyes, letting out a shaky breath before opening her eyes again and biting her lip again. “I didn’t mean for everything to get so out of control.”

“Hey, no, it’s not your fault,” he looks down at her, “don’t you dare say it’s your fault. It was just all fun and teasing, and I took it too far. It was my fault. Don’t undermine your feelings. I’m the one in the wrong, not you,” Michael explains.

“But if I hadn’t been teasing you so much and giving you such a hard time for working, then this--”

“Stop, no,” Michael interjects, holding her in his arms more tightly but tenderly as he rests his head against hers. “This wasn’t your doing. Don’t say that again. It was me, not you. You warned me, had asked me to slow down, but I didn’t listen.”

Y/N’s eyes water again and she turns her head into Michael’s chest, trying to hide away in him. Michael’s hand falls to her shoulder, brushing against her skin.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Michael whispers, “I’m so sorry. I’ll never hurt you like that again; never hurt you in any way again. I promise you.”

"I know you didn’t really mean it,” she sniffs. “It just, it hurt so much, and I couldn’t take it--”

“Shh,” he murmurs softly. “I know. You don’t need to explain yourself. I fucked up, not you,” he reiterates, sighing out. “Let me make it up to you, alright,” Michael says, kissing her head again and looking down at her.

Y/N pauses a second before looking up at him, her eyes still wet, but looking at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s take a shower. Get cleaned up and relax a bit?” He offers. “Hmm,” Michael smiles lightly, a bit sorrowful, but hopeful.

“Can we take a bath instead,” Y/N asks hesitantly, raising her eyes.

“Of course,” Michael smiles more. “That’s probably a better idea considering -- everything,” his tone falters a bit. “Come on,” he nods towards the bathroom as he lets up on his hold around Y/N.

But not before he places a sweet kiss against her lips lovingly.

Once in the bathroom, the room steamy, warm and toasty, feeling relaxing and safe, Michael eases Y/N into the bathtub, him following behind. An array of sweet-smelling bubbles fill the air, the lights dimmed to a tranquil vibe as Y/N sits between Michael’s legs in the tub.

Michael’s hold is protective around her as she leans back against him, him kissing the back of her shoulder periodically, wanting to soothe and calm her down from everything. He knows Y/N’s in some pain, considering the whips from the belt left some angry, red welts against the skin of her bottom.

The way Y/N pouted over seeing the raised marks on her in the mirror made Michael want to cuddle her endlessly, while also apologizing infinitely, too. But Y/N pulling him to the bathtub and in the water with her was what she wanted from him at the moment and Michael was more willing to be there for her in whatever way she needed.

After relaxing in the hot, calming water for a bit, Michael begins to trail his hands and fingers down her arms, collarbones and center of her body gently, kissing along her shoulder again and neck too. Y/N unwinds against him, laying slack against his chest, especially with his touch on her.

“So, about me making it up to you,” Michael begins, lingering his lips against her neck where it meets her shoulder.

Y/N lifts her head, looking back at him puzzled.

“I’m gonna cancel the interviews I have scheduled for tomorrow so I can spend the day with you instead,” Michael states, grazing his fingers against the side of her face.

Y/N raises her eyes happily, smiling a bit, “Really? Are you sure? You don’t have to, I know you have your plans and a schedule to be following through.”

“One day off won’t ruin my schemes,” he grins. “Besides, you’re right about me missing you. I shouldn’t have gotten so caught up in my work anyway. There’s no rush to all my deception and enticing of everyone to dirty deeds.”

“Cunning as ever,” Y/N teases.

Michael smiles a bit, leaning in and pressing his lips to her softly. “I love you.”

Y/N smiles, “I love you, too.” She turns her head around, resting back against him.

“As for making it up to you now,” Michael continues, causing Y/N to look back at him again bemused. “Let me show you how truly sorry I am,” his tone shifting from sweet and tenderhearted, to husky and sensual.

Y/N narrows her eyes a bit but grins, biting her lip.

“Let me take care of my baby,” Michael smirks, his hand trailing down her body, reaching to her clit and rubbing a soft circle against her, making Y/N’s eyes close and hum contently. “Let me love you, how you deserve,” Michael adds, continuing his movements on her as he leans in, kissing her, Y/N knowing he will make it up to her ten times over.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think if you’d like, please! <3

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