“Don’t worry, bub. I’m yours and you’re mine” you say, playing with a button on his shirt.
His blue eyes are wide as they look down on you and he’s gently kneading his fingers into your sides, “I’m not so drunk I can see someone hitting on my girl”
You reach up on your toes, kissing his neck, “Show him that I’m your girl then,”
He wraps his arms around you as you kiss him and you shiver when you feel his cold drink against your back. His free hand slides over the curve of your ass and you can all but guarantee he’s looking at that man, letting him know who you came with.
“Michael,” you whine through laughs. When he began hugging you from behind, pulling you into his chest, you knew he was tipsy. The way he so publicly placed open mouth kisses on your neck and shoulder gave it away.
“Just wanna love on you,” he said against your skin.
You reach your hand up to thread it through his hair and give a tug on it in warning, “Behave. We’re still in public or did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget. They can watch if they want. I need to touch you,” he said, running a hand down your side.
You turn in his arms to face him, brushing the hair from his face, “If you’re a good boy, you can have what you want when we’re home. But only when we’re home. Understood?”
He nods, “Yes, ma’am” he continues to hold and kiss you but he’s toned it back in eagerness for a reward.
“Such a fucking lightweight,” you huff as you help him into bed.
Michael throws himself on the bed, reaching out to you, “yeah yeah, just come here for a bit”
You pull off his boots and remove his rings, helping to undress him.
“You just wanna take my clothes off, don’t you” he laughs, lazily turning his head into the pillow.
You roll your eyes, telling him to shut up and go to bed. He makes a few more obscene jokes before you hear his light snores, thankful that he’s finally resting. He’s in for quite a hangover in the morning.
A/N: here you go! i have no idea where i was going with this one lol
#13. Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.” / #43. “Any particular reason why you’re naked?”
“Fuck.” You winced as soon as you opened your eyes, the full force of the sun was blasting into your retinas and your head was pounding intensely, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a car.”
Damian, who you’d noticed had been leaning against your doorjamb, snorted amusedly, “You drank yourself into unconsciousness. It was almost impressive to watch.”
“You should have stopped me.”
“I did. You refused to listen.” He hummed, something akin to fondness in his tone, “I recall putting you to bed properly last night, however, your current state leaves me baffled. Any particular reason as to why you’re naked?”
“Shit, Damian.” You tugged the sheets that had fallen to your lap up around you.
A small huff that was Damian’s version of a chuckle left his lips before he straightened up, “I’ll leave you to it then. There are water and medicine on the bedside table and some clothing in the bathroom. Breakfast will be served soon.”
I don’t know if anyone’s interested, but if you liked my Michael Langdon writing, I’ll be posting some headcanons on my other blog @dragon-chica
a happy birthday prompto i drew for perfect prompto @su-wan based on her cosplay ~ snuck this under the buzzer late last night but just posting now 😉 a saucy spooky times boy!
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