“Stay still, Bub” her lip stuck out just a bit as she concentrated. When she was finished blending in the eyeshadow she stepped out of the way of the mirror and came to stand behind him. “What do you think?” She waited anxiously for his answer.
Michael leaned in closer to the mirror and broke out into a wide smile, “It looks really good. I look…hot” he laughed.
She hugged around his shoulders, resting her head on his shoulder, “so you’ll let me practice on you more? Say yes!”
He laughed, turning his head to catch her lips, “Yes. You can try more”
A/N : This took on a mind of its own, so…. I think it’s a little more than a drabble. I hope you like it?
As for anyone else who reads this? I hope you enjoy as well! Lemme know!
Warnings
: Rough smut, use of safeword, explicit language, crying, demon!Michael makes a brief appearance. Michael is fluffy at the end and uses a pet name. We know he’s a sucker for the ones he loves!
He would, the little shit. Because he knows that’s what will get you the most. He knows what you will do. He can smell how wet you are. Can practically taste your pulse jumping beneath your skin he aches to bruise and mark.