Unravel With Me (Michael Langdon X Reader)
Michael Langdon x Reader // 18+
Note: AU Rockstar Michael
A/N: I’ve seen this idea floating around for an AU Rockstar Michael lately, mostly on asks from the lovely @lvngdvns page. With her blessing, I took this idea and ran with it!
Full disclosure: I worked in the music industry and on tour for several years myself - working for rock and heavy metal bands, living in everything from raunchy 15 passenger vans to top of the line tour buses. I pulled mostly from my own experiences of what I saw and experienced out on the road (and let me tell you, I have seen. some. shit.). I also just watched the movie “American Satan” for the first time recently so that totally pushed me over the edge to run with this AU of rockstar Michael. Hope you guys love it as much as I do!
Word Count: 8.7k
Warnings: fem reader, au!Michael, mentions of drinking and drug use (marijuana), fingering, oral sex (male receiving), loaded down with smut like always, a whisper of fluff at the end
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Pushing and shoving your way through the mass exodus of sweaty bodies, you and your friend finally made your way out to the lobby of the arena with an exasperated breath.
“Fuck, that was so amazing!!” your friend exclaimed, squeezing your arms tightly and jumping up and down. You were still riding the high of the night, not only from getting to see your favorite band play for the first time but seeing your biggest crush, ever, their lead singer, Michael Langdon, live in the flesh. You’d been completely captivated by him and unable to move your eyes off his tall frame during their entire set. The way his fingers wrapped around the microphone as his full lips ghosted over it, his silky voice capable of hypnotizing an entire arena of people. The way beads of sweat formed on his chest, that you could only see because he wore his shirt unbuttoned dangerously low, taunting every member of the audience to draw their eyes further and further down his lean, toned torso. Watching as those beads of sweat began to make a steady stream down his chest, over his stomach and onto his sinfully tight leather pants that were now stretched and strained to the max beneath his powerful stance. This was a night you hoped you wouldn’t ever forget.
You both squealed and giggled, belting out your favorite lyrics into the night air as you made your way around the arena. You’d been following a herd of people and not really paying attention when you stopped, realizing you were nowhere near where you parked.
“Wait, where are we?” you asked and your friend shrugged before shrieking so loud you swore she’d punctured your eardrum. “Look!” her finger motioning to an all-black tour bus that was shimmering beneath the moonlight from a fresh wash. She squealed and dragged you closer, making your way through the vans of the opening acts until you reached a barricade of cones and caution tape blocking off the bus.
“C’mon, let’s go. This is stupid” you groaned. What were you gonna do? Stare at the door of this bus all night like some thirsty little girls? Hoping they’d pluck the two of you out of the crowd that was forming quickly around you now. A crowd who were probably all wishing the same? It was a nice fantasy, but yeah right.
“C’monnnn” you groaned louder tugging at her arm, the swarm of screaming boys and girls behind you starting to grate on your nerves.
“Finnnne” she said begrudgingly and you both turned the corner around the back of the bus while your friend ranted and raved about how nice their bus looked and could only imagine what it was like on the inside.
“It is nice, isn’t it?” a voice boasted from inside the trailer that was carrying all the bands’ gear. Just then, one of the band’s guitarists walked out beaming. Their tour bus was their first big purchase after ‘making it.’ It embodied everything they’d sacrificed and worked so hard for over the years; fighting and kicking their way through the grueling music industry until someone finally gave them a chance. Now they were quickly becoming a household name, their second single rising quickly up the charts and the money finally rolling in.
“Would you girls like to see it?” he said with a big smile and twinkle of trouble in his eyes.
Your friend squeezed your hand so hard you thought she’d broken it.
“YES!!” she answered all too enthusiastically as you yanked her hand back down in yours and shot her a look with big eyes. You turned your body to speak to her in a low tone just out of earshot of the sweaty band member.
“Umm…I’m not so sure about this. Should we?” you sort of grimaced asking the question, afraid you were about to get way, way in over your head with these well-known party-animals.
“Um, FUCK YEAH, we should!” your friend nearly shouted, grabbing your hand and almost dragging your feet along the gravel as she eagerly followed the guitarist back around the side of the bus. He pushed some buttons quickly on the numeric keypad and you could hear the door click unlock as he pulled it open for you. “Ladies,” he said motioning with his hand. Your friend looked back at you with big, excited eyes and dragged you swiftly up the small aluminum steps and onto the bus.
“Hey guys!” she beamed loudly, shoving the driver’s curtain back and revealing a flurry of activity in the large, front lounge area.
Oh god, she could be so embarrassing sometimes but you loved how excited she was, so you went along with it..even though you still had your reservations about the whole thing.
“Whoa whoa whoa, what do we have here?” a crew member hungrily looked you up and down, licking his lips like he was envisioning you naked. You frowned, narrowing your eyes in his direction as you clasped your faux-leather jacket across your now regrettably low-cut top.
Thankfully, his predatory stare was cut short as a tall figure appeared behind you shouting “The party’s here boys!” His sweaty body pressing against your backside as you waited for people to clear the narrow pathway so you could find a seat. You looked over your shoulder and saw him, Michael, towering over you with 2 large packs of beer held high over his head.
“Fuck ya! Good score bro!” the bass player shouted back at him before continuing to roll a blunt.
“Michael, please tell me you didn’t steal beer from a venue…again” their tour manager, aka babysitter, huffed angrily from behind his MacBook. The pads of his fingers typing at a frenzied pace as he hurried to crunch the end of night numbers before the band’s manager called and hounded him for them.
“No, no Bobby, relax. The promoter gave it to me, I swear” he assured as he shot him a devilish grin.
“Fuck man. We’re never gonna get asked back if you fuckheads keep stealing shit from every goddamn arena we play!!” Bobby barked back at Michael with a frustrated tone, knowing there was pretty much nothing he could say or do to actually reign these wild boys in.
“Really mate? Because we’ve got the No.1 album on the charts right now for 6 weeks and counting. I’m pretty we can play wherever the fuck we want and steal whatever the fuck we want at this point, isn’t that right sweetheart” the guitarist said in his thick British accent, snatching your friend by the waist and pulling her down onto his lap as she shrieked and giggled.
You glanced at her with a partially furrowed brow to make sure she was ok with his advances. You both had a way of reading each other’s minds and it really came in handy at times like this. She merely shrugged at you in return with big eyes and a giant grin. ‘Ok then, I guess she’s fine with it’ you thought, still standing there, blocking everyone’s way.
“S’cuse me babe” Michael nudged your bum with his knee and you jolted forward. You weren’t sure if it was from his touch or feeling how soaking wet his leather pants were through your thigh-high velvet skirt. But regardless, your shocked response elicited a hearty laugh from him as you turned your body sideways, quickly trying to move out of his way. The back of your legs pressed against the front of a strangers knees as you attempted to liquify yourself into a straight line so he could get by. Michael’s bare chest pressing against yours in the tight quarters. His long, damp locks tickled your face as they swayed with his shuffling movements. His fresh sweat leaving little patches of wetness on your jacket; shooting you a wink that made your ears run hot as he caught your gaze passing by.
You finally settled into a spot (well, more like fell back into one) by their grumpy tour manager who made it abundantly clear he wasn’t thrilled you were invading his last free inches of personal space. You worked to make your frame as small as possible when moments later, an emerald green bottle plunked down in front of you.
“Here you go, you look like you could use a drink” Michael teased, pushing the large, half-empty bottle of Jägermeister in your direction. You could feel yourself flaming red hot from your neck to your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose at the fact that this man was even speaking to you, let alone offering you a drink.
“Oh, thanks but I don’t really-”
“Nonsense”, he cut you off with a big grin, “Who doesn’t like Jäger?!” as he swiped the bottle up to his full lips and chugged for what seemed like an awfully long time. His other bandmates took notice and began to clap and cheer him on with a loud roar. You just looked up at him with a frozen, nervous smile plastered across your blushing face.
He slammed the bottle back down with just a couple inches of liquor left in it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Alright. What about now?
There’s only, what?” he eyed the bottle “A shot or two left in there now,” he winked at you again.
Seriously, what was happening??
“Oh c’mon, Y/N!” your friend yelled from across the aisle, clearly already feeling the effects of the Fireball shots she’d been pounding with the guitarist.
“We all know you’d lick a public water fountain if Michael drank from it, just drink the fucking Jäger, bitch!” she yelled as she crumpled back into the guitarist’s arms with a satisfied smirk.
You. were. mortified.
Your eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly ajar as you stared back at your idiot friend that you now regretted ever giving your extra ticket to. The entire lounge erupted in laughter and you were sure your face was now glowing neon red as you choked down a gasp.
Once the laughter had finally died down, you could feel nothing but Michael’s eyes burning on you, setting off a loud ringing sound in your ears.
“Is that so?” he drew the words out with a big, shit-eating grin as he edged closer to you. Your legs were crossed with your left hand tucked between them, your shoulders shrunken in, trying to will yourself into evaporating. Michael now stood directly in front of where you were slouched on the tiny seat. The ever-present bulge in his leather pants that you and your friends would always giggle about like over-sexed school girls, now just inches from your face as you fought every godforsaken urge within you to not look at it.
You gulped and looked up at him, meeting his fervid gaze. His eyes stayed locked on yours as one hand reached back down for the bottle of liquor in front of you. He brought it back to his mouth, tongue parting his plump lips as he ran his tongue in a slow, vulgar fashion around the entire rim of the bottle’s opening before slamming it back down in front of you with a loud thud.
“Ok, Y/N, is it?” You nodded silently in awe.
“How about now?” he smirked as he pushed it towards you with a long, slender finger.
You tried not to choke on your tongue in an attempt to swallow in your suddenly, incredibly dry mouth. You just nodded your head silently, eyes still locked into his icy blue stare as you reached for the bottle, your heart pounding heavily inside your chest. You closed your eyes and winced slightly as the thick, bitter liquor hit your lips. But you drank nearly all of it, surprising even yourself. Slamming it back down with a twisted face with just the tiniest sliver of dark liquid left in the bottle, rocking from side to side.
“Good girl. I knew you had it in you.” Michael winked at you once more before he pushed a button; the air-pocket door sliding open and then closed quickly behind him.
What. the. fuck. was that??
Your racing thoughts were quickly interrupted by their tour manager. “S’cuse me, love,” although he said it in anything but a sweet tone and you quickly scrambled off the seat to get out of his way.
You looked over at your friend who was now being necked and pawed over by the guitarist. As if sensing your stare, she popped up. “C’mon Y/N, Johnny says we’re all going to the back of the bus!”
“Oh hell yeah!” another band member shouted, eagerly hopping up. “Now it’s REALLY time to fuckin party!” Your stomach dropped slightly at the prospect of what that meant as you were quickly shuffled towards that weird spaceship-like door in a single-file line of sweaty, over animated bodies.
The door hissed open, revealing the bands’ cramped, yet still luxurious living quarters. Large bunks lined the narrow hallway, stacked 2x2 on each side, making up eight bunks total. There was a pungent smell of marijuana and sweaty boy that seemed to linger in there, stuck to the blackout curtains that provided each of them just a sliver of privacy. You filed into the tiny area. Some bunks’ curtains were left open as you took note of the slovenly way these boys lived out on the road with absolutely no rules to follow but their own.
Designer shoes and boots tossed at the head of their bunk and onto their pillows, headphones, handheld gaming systems, and half-eaten snacks all strewn about in a similar fashion in almost every single bunk..but one. The very last bunk on the top left, which was kept impeccably clean. Black satin sheets for its bedding and adorned with red-lined walls; all custom you were sure. The intoxicating smell of a sweet, musky cologne wafting out from inside it. ‘This must be Michael’s bunk,’ you thought to yourself as you traced your fingertips along the satin before nearly walking straight into another closed door. Somehow you’d been pushed to the front of the line and you came to an abrupt halt realizing you had no idea how to open it.
“C’mon babe! Open the fucking door!” the overly drunk, overly enthusiastic drummer shouted from the back of the line. A hand reached from behind you, pressing a button you didn’t see and this door whooshed open as well.
Your breath hitched slightly when you looked up and saw Michael sitting directly in front of you. The sight of him nearly took your breath away. You know this wasn’t a look his fans ever got to see and you drank it in with your eyes. His black cutoff button-down shirt now replaced with a simple, white cotton v-neck that hugged his torso in the most complimentary ways. Those tight, black leather pants he was famous for, now swapped for form-fitting grey sweatpants that hung low, hugging his trim hips. And his hair. Those luscious, honey-toned locks that made everyone weak as it hung in front of his sweaty face while he gripped the microphone.. his hair was now pulled back in an effortless, low pony-tail that somehow only made him look even more beautiful, as every single feature of his perfectly chiseled face was now stunningly accentuated and on display beneath the red-fluorescent lighting over you. Another custom touch the boys were eager to put on their newly purchased bus.
“Helloooo! Keep it moving fuckers!” a voice beckoned from somewhere behind you as you were thrust forward with momentum, stumbling over a carelessly discarded boot. Your knees broke your fall and you choked on your “ouch” when you realized you’d landed right between Michael’s wide-open thighs. Your eyes widened with horror as he spoke before you could even begin to gather yourself.
“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” Michael chucked mischievously as he extended a hand to you to help you up.
“Thank you,” you said sheepishly as you scrambled to your feet and quickly walked back until you’d squeezed yourself between a crew member and a wall in the corner.
Finally getting your bearings, it was only then that you realized just how completely different the back of the bus felt than the other two areas you’d just been in.
It had a wild, dangerously sensual energy emanating from the shiny black lacquer walls. Walls that you were sure had plenty of stories to tell if they were capable of doing so. The overabundance of mirrors woven in between the panels only confirmed your suspicions.
It was dark. Really dark. Strips of brightness-controlled fluorescents ran the length of the ceiling above you, barely illuminating the space you occupied in an ominous shade of red.
The black padded seating formed a half square-like sectional, curving around, with some remnants of weed and white powder that had fallen into the creases. You were surprised you could even make out the tell-tale signs of their earlier partying given how dimly lit it was.
The rowdy boys were finally seeming to settle in. Some quick to grab video game controllers, focusing their attention on the flat screen near the corner over your head. Others reaching into a hidden cooler and bringing out more chilled drinks to share. A crew member in the corner opposite you grabbing a remote and turning the music up to a near-deafening volume as the boys cheered. Your friend seemed to be getting along swimmingly with her new buddy who was now whispering something you were sure was obscene in her ear as his hands crept higher up her legs.
You just rolled your eyes, trying to take in all the controlled chaos in the small lounge. Trying your best to not look in Michael’s direction because every time you did, they were met with his brooding gaze. His crystal blue eyes feeling like they were piercing holes into your retinas as you’d quickly look down to fiddle with your phone again, scrolling at nothing.
//
Before long, someone pulled out a blunt that had began to slowly make its way around the group. The band member next to you excused himself to grab something from the front lounge as Michael seized the opportunity and made his way over to you, slinking down in the spot next to you as you could feel your breathing slowing to a stop.
One leg folded casually over the other as his knee brushed up against your thigh in cramped space. Still not looking in your direction as he continued to chatter on with his friends about things you couldn’t hear beneath the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ears. Every so often dropping his arm casually next to yours, purposely up against you, while he spoke.
It was only when the blunt made it’s way over to the two of you, did he properly acknowledge you again.
“So what do you do, Y/N? What’s your idea of fun? Do you ever just completely unwind and let yourself go?” he peered into you with a smirk forming on the edges of his mouth before taking a long hit.
You shook your head ‘no,’ your mind going blank at his string of prodding questions.
“Do you know how good it feels to just let go and give in to your sin, even if it’s just for one night?” Michael asked, holding the blunt up to your lips and your hands instinctively wrapped around his as you closed your eyes and sucked in deeply. Before you could even open your eyes, you felt Michael’s lips crashing into yours. Kissing you hard as you fought from choking, the smoke escaping your mouth and quickly flowing back into his. You pushed him off you and coughed as you felt your blood run hot.
“What are you doing?!” you hissed quietly, although you know nobody could hear you over the blaring music, let alone was even paying attention; each person so wrapped up in their own sinful deeds at the moment.
Michael chuckled, the smoke once in your mouth now flowing effortlessly out of his nostrils.
“What?” he quipped. “I was just trying to help you relax a little. Anyone can see how tightly wound you are. I was simply..trying to help you unravel a bit” he shrugged, flashing you a wicked grin.
“Not like this” you retorted, trying to hide how flustered you were, handing the joint back to him.
“Fine, fine.” Michael sighed, holding his hands up like he surrendered, face still plastered with the devious smile.
“I’ll let you be…for now,” he smirked. And with that, he got up, shot you another wink and disappeared once more on the other side of the door.
Seriously?
Your friend probably would have killed you if she’d seen you rejecting Michael’s advances like that, but she was too busy tonguing down her friend in the corner, practically dry humping each other on top of the other two guys nearby.
You shook your head and took another small sip of your beer. There’s nothing wrong with NOT wanting to have control over yourself…your actions…your body, at all times you thought. Shaking off Michael’s words and taking another sip.
//
One by one, the room started to slowly clear out. Before long, it was just your friend, her new friend and one of the crew members who’d spent most of the night texting his girlfriend back home. You could hear the rusting of fabrics pushing against each other through the smokey haze and without warning your friend and the guitarist hopped up. “I’ll be right back, babe!” she said as he grabbed her by the hand and yanked her into the bunk area.
You sat in awkward silence for several minutes, sighing and staring at your phone, before the crew member, whose name you still didn’t know, got a phone call and a panicked look on his face. “I’ve got to take this, excuse me” he smiled at you tightly and you heard his voice trail off as he was trying to reassure the upset girl that was yelling on the other end of the line.
You scrolled through your social media for a few moments longer before you’d decided you’d had enough of being the lone survivor in the back of some rock band’s bus and got up to leave. Quickly realizing you didn’t actually know how to. You knocked loudly on the door. The music still blaring through the speakers you also didn’t know how to shut off.
“Hello?!” you yelled through the thick obstruction. Nothing. But you swore you could hear someone, something, so you pressed your ear to the door. You were right. It was your friend…moaning…loudly.
“Fuckkkk,” you thought. You knew she definitely wasn’t going to see your texts now. You looked around for a button to push before trying to slide the heavy door back with the palms of your hands. Yeah right.
You rolled your eyes with a heavy sigh and slumped back down onto the seat. Goddamnit, why does this whole place have to be designed after one of Elon Musk’s wet dreams you grumbled in your head, not noticing the door opening as you rolled your eyes again, groaning loudly before slamming your head back against the wall behind you.
“I thought you’d at least wait for me before all the moaning and groaning started” a sultry voice laughed from the entryway as the door closed behind him.
Michael.
Oh no.
Not only had your friend abandoned you on a tour bus full of strangers, but now you were basically trapped in the farthest, most private depths of said bus with the Michael Langdon. The man whose voice made you weak in the knees, whose piercing gaze from a magazine cover could cause a stirring in the pit of your stomach like something you’d never experienced before. The man who knew you’d lick a dirty water fountain, or anything else for that matter, if you knew his lips had been there first. A man that, for whatever reason, seemed to be enticed by that little revelation.
And now here he was, standing before you, thinking you imagined hearing the door click ‘locked’ as he sauntered his way over to you. His grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips as he moved and swayed. You couldn’t tell where the rockstar persona ended and Michael began. You couldn’t tell if there even were two separate entities at this point. Duality no longer existing in this space.
His crystal eyes burning holes into you as he approached and planted himself uncomfortably close next to you in an overly relaxed and reclined position. His legs spread wide, the skin of one arm brushing against yours while his other hung haphazardly over his head, twirling a strand of his long, blonde locks between his fingers.
He looked up at you with weighted eyelids, clearly enraptured in his tranquil state from the alcohol and weed. Not that you had room to talk, your own drinking and smoking finally catching up with you as well as you began to feel elevated, a little light-headed and even slightly relaxed, which wasn’t exactly like you.
“So yeah, I thought you’d wait for me before the fun part started” Michael repeated himself in a raspy tone, glancing over at you, clearly trying to get a rise out of you.
“Very funny,” you sass back. Your eyes expanding slightly watching as Michael’s arm nearest you reaches down as he slowly begins to run the back of his large hand across a section of your exposed thigh. Your legs were crossed and you shifted just slightly in your seat beneath his touch. Squeezing your thighs together tightly under your skirt, hoping Michael didn’t notice, desperately trying to dissuade the wet, throbbing feeling that was beginning to form between them.
You closed your eyes, momentarily letting your guard down, enjoying his soft touch on your skin. But you were jolted back up when you caught a gentle moan nearly escaping your lips before you quickly choked it back down with a hard gulp.
Michael moved his hand off your thigh and reached up over you, pressing a panel next to your head that clicked open.
Seriously, DID Elon design this shit?? you thought as you craned your neck, trying to see what he was doing.
An array of unlabeled prescription bottles lined the shallow shelves in between various smoking accessories and a few miniature bags of white powder. He grabbed one of the prescription bottles and your breath hitched, as your mind raced with worry over what he was about to offer.
You let out a slight sigh of relief when he opened it, revealing more weed. It’s pungent scent immediately filling the air the second he popped the lid off.
“Now this,” he said retrieving a small chunk from the bottle and wagging it in your direction, “is the really good shit…my father got it for me” his voice trailed off with a big look of pride and adoration plastered across his face.
Your eyebrows shot up immediately “Your father?!” you exclaimed shooting him a playful yet doubting look.
“Yeah, he always has access to the best stuff” Michael smirked, looking up at you with a glimmer of mischief twinkling in eyes. You looked him over with a puzzled expression as he began to pack a bowl of it.
“Just trust me, Y/N,” Michael said with a suddenly disarming tone and look about him, extending the glass pipe and lighter out to you.
And you did. You trusted him. For whatever reason. His half-lidded blue eyes penetrating into what felt like the depths of you, not just on you, but into you. Eyes that were begging you to just give in and go with it. To be present and enjoy the moment, for once.
And you consented. Grazing your fingers lightly along the back of his hand as you took the pipe and lighter from him.
Michael couldn’t take his eyes off you as you brought the pipe to your mouth, wrapping your lips around the smooth glass and lighting the end. You inhaled slowly, deeply, holding it in with outstretched lungs as the smoke and vapors dance its way into your system before exhaling with only the slightest cough.
“I’m impressed,” Michael lauded, taking the bowl from your hands and back into his.
“You should be,” you teased suggestively with one brow arched and a sliver of a smirk.
What. were. you. doing??
Your inhibitions slowly drifting away with each and every puff of smoke inhaled and exhaled. Michael’s intense gaze never breaking from you, mesmerized by the soft, sensual way you whispered the clouds of smoke into the air with a delicate “o” shaping your soft pale-pink lips.
You both watched through heavy lids as the vapors curled and drifted their way up, putting on a show for you as the silver clouds danced through the air, illuminated by the hazy, scarlet glow of the lights above.
You slowly worked your way through the first bowl, taking your time, enjoying each other’s company. Laughing at Michael trying to chase the swirling fog with his fingers in an attempt to catch the shapes ghosting through the air.
You palmed your face and covered your mouth trying to stifle your giggles watching him act so silly and unguarded in that moment. A side of him you were sure others rarely got to see, if ever.
“Hey don’t make fun of me” he frowns, playfully swatting your hand away from your face as he pulled himself back into an upright position next to you. His eyes looking into yours intensely as if he was searching for something in them.
The room fell deafeningly silent. Despite the music blasting from the hidden speakers, you heard nothing. The energy in the room shifted quickly before Michael reached over your lap, grabbing for the pipe and lighter once more. Your mind raced but you didn’t move. You just waited.
“I wanna try something..again” his last word barely audible as he shot you a devilish grin.
“K” you chuckled nervously. You could feel the top of your ears running hot as the blood rushed to your face.
Michael held the pipe to his lips, taking in an incredibly deep inhale before grabbing you by the back of your head with his free hand and swiftly pulling you to him. His lips crashing on yours again as you parted your lips instinctively, smoke filling your mouth as he exhaled with a deep, passionate kiss, holding the sides of your face with both hands. Your hands met his as your fingertips hooked around them, pushing them off your face as you quickly lurched up, lips still attached, tongues meeting each other feverishly for the first time, as you switched positions, Michael’s back now planted against the seat as you positioned yourself on top of him.
You spread your legs wide, straddling him, over his strong thighs. His hands quickly making their way under your skirt and grabbing and palming at your ass frantically. Squeezing soft mounds of flesh between his large hands as you exhaled a needy moan into his mouth.
Your hands running all over Michael, from his strong chest to the back of his neck, fingernails dragging and raking up his scalp, pulling his hair tie off, before firmly grasping onto an area of his soft locks behind his head and yanking it. Your actions earning you a needy moan from him right back.
You ran your fingers through his hair as he hiked your skirt up quickly, smacking your exposed ass as you whimpered loudly into his neck. Michael grabbed your hips and pushed you down onto him as he bucked his hips up to meet you, grinding your wet core on him through your soaked panties. A low groan escaping his lips as you rolled your hips over him, sliding yourself on his thick cock that you could feel hardening rapidly beneath his sweatpants. He licked your lips, tugging your hair back in return. Michael running his long tongue in a torturously slow stripe up your neck before reaching your ear.
“Doesn’t it feel good to unravel?” he whispers with a heavy breath into your ear. All you could do was nod, the hazy smoke of the room wrapping itself around you, hugging you, as you up and down on him.
Michael pulled your low-cut top down forcefully, exposing one breast which he swiftly, happily, took into his mouth without saying a word. His tongue thrashing and swirling over your hard nipple as you cried out into the dark room. He stopped momentarily to yank your top off as you held your arms up for him obediently. With two fingers he snapped your bra off with expert precision, his lips never leaving your skin as he placed bruising kisses all along your jaw down to your collarbone. Pulling you back down by your hips onto his straining cock as he kissed you. Needy moans and whimpers fleeing from your lips almost faster than you could form them as he turned his attention back to your breasts. Taking turns, suckling each one gently, then harshly with his soft lips and warm tongue. Kneading and pinching at whichever tit wasn’t currently being consumed by his mouth. You could feel him smile against you each time you cried out his name at the sensation. Your head thrown back in ecstasy as he worked his way back up your chest, sucking and biting softly at your clavicle before pulling you back to his lips in a fiery kiss.
“Stand up” he commanded huskily and you did as he yanked your skirt and panties off your hips and down to your ankles before you could even process what was happening.
“C’mere” he motioned at you through heavy lids with a nod of his head. You kicked your garments to the side and started to position yourself back into straddling him when he stopped you.
“Nu’uh..like this,” he said pulling you over him so you were leaning against your arms, bent over his lap. You could feel his clothed cock straining and brushing against your belly as he pushed you down further. Michael positioned your ass directly over his lap as you perched yourself up by your elbows, clasping your hands together tightly at what was to come.
You closed your eyes and tried to steady yourself. The sweet, musky aromas of the room filling your lungs with every deep breath you took in. You gasped suddenly when you felt one of Michael’s long fingers ghost over your already dripping core. And gasped once more when it came down again, this time with more force and pressure, as he slowly dragged his finger across your aching pussy.
“So nice” you could hear Michael mumble to himself under his breath. His cock twitching beneath you. He brought his hand under your abdomen, his thumb resting on your ass as he began to work his fingers back and forth across your slick core. “Mmm,” you moaned, biting down hard on your lower lip. His slow movements felt so good against your throbbing cunt.
He brought his hand up and slapped your pussy, hard, eliciting a throaty cry from you as you bucked back into his hand for more. He started working his slender fingers in and out of you at as sluggish pace while you moved yourself backward then forward, repeatedly, fucking yourself harder with his fingers, desperate for more friction.
“Needy girl” he chuckled as his free hand met your round ass with another harsh slap. You cried and groaned out “Oh..Michael..fuck!” as he rapidly increased his pace, finally giving you the speed your pussy was aching for. You could feel yourself growing wetter with each and every deep thrust of his fingers. Michael scissoring into you only when reaching the furthest, softest parts of your walls and you cried out and cursed into the smoke-filled room in response.
Michael’s free hand began palming his stiff cock beneath you. You could feel the dampness from his dripping slit leaking through his sweats and onto your stomach. You purred in response. Knowing how turned on he was becoming only fueled the wetness soaking his long, slender fingers even more.
You couldn’t take it anymore and pulled yourself up before sliding down his legs. Your fingers hooking into the cinched waistband of his sweats as you pulled them down with you. No boxers. Just as you suspected. As his large cock slapped back against his stomach from your movements. Your eyes widened when you finally got a clear view of his impressive length and girth through the foggy red haze.
Michael positioned himself, widening his legs and holding his breath as you locked eyes with him before grabbing him by his base and taking him in your mouth. You smirked against his cock watching his head fall back against the seat, his eyelids fluttering close as his fists clenched and he fought to swallow. You closed your eyes as well, inching your way down his massive cock and savoring the taste of him, so full and heavy on your tongue, along the way. One hand raking thin, red lines up his strong thigh with your fingernails as your other hand worked in conjunction with your spit to jerk whatever part of him that wasn’t already consumed by your mouth.
You worked his cock expertly, rhythmically, as a string of expletives left his full, flush lips. His fist slamming back down on the seat beside him as the tip of his cock met the farthest part of your fragile throat. You choked out a moan against him, sending electric vibrations up the tip of his cock to his base and landing in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck” he growled, grabbing you by the back of your head with both hands.
“So fucking good baby” he purred through heavy eyes, sweat now trickling down his neck from behind his ears. He grabbed two fistfuls of your hair as he slowly began fucking himself in and out of your wet mouth. You unclenched your jaw further, opening as far as you could for him, desperate to take in every last inch of him.
He steadied your head as his movements became quicker for a moment before stopping completely. Tugging your hair back softly with one hand, pulling you off him with a wet, popping sound. You looked up at him from your spot on the floor with big eyes before he grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you up onto him.
“I can’t wait any fucking longer,” he said licking a stripe beneath your ear before you met his mouth with a hungry kiss. Licking and sucking all over his lips while you worked quickly to pull his shirt over his head.
“Just one more thing,” he said with a grin before he reached for pipe once more, lighting the end. You placed sloppy kisses all over his chest and neck, hovering dangerously close over his cock that was brushing against your wet slit with every movement you both made.
He inhaled deeply, mimicking his motions from earlier and pulled you to his lips once more as the smoke from his warm mouth wafted into yours. You held it in as Michael’s crystal blue eyes looked nearly black as he commanded you to “SIT” in nothing more than a throaty whisper.
You nodded in obedience, smoke still filling your mouth and lungs and you slid your dripping wet cunt down onto his cock slowly. Crying out, smoke fleeing from your lungs into the red air, when Michael met you halfway, thrusting himself into you fully.
“Fuck, Michael” you whimpered a cry with your forehead pressed against his as you tried to adjust to the tremendous fullness of him inside of you. He nuzzled your nose and kissed your chin as you slowly lifted yourself back up, leaving just his tip to play inside your warm, wet walls before gradually working your way back down, swallowing him up completely.
“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well” he purred his praises as he squeezed the top of your thighs tightly. His eyelids fluttering as he relished in the feeling of you rocking up and down, slowly, on his cock.
You slid up and down torturously slow for several minutes before settling into a lax, lazy pace. Your tongue working to quickly lap up every bead of sweat off his neck with every slippery bob up on his cock. Michael’s praises and growls falling into your ear as he pulls you closer, cursing you for how good your pussy feels.
The heavy haze of the atmosphere and weed in your system only adding to your euphoric state as you rode him slowly. Languidly rolling your hips over him as he cursed and spanked your ass with a low groan.
“Fuck, Y/N” Michael cried between furrowed brows. You settled your hands on his toned chest to steady yourself as your pace began to quicken. Michael chasing your tits with his mouth as you started to bounce on his cock mercilessly. Your own beads of sweat beginning to form and run a wet trail down your chest that Michael happily met with his tongue, working his way from the middle of your chest and back up to your neck as he held onto you tightly with both hands as you rode him.
He brought his hands back down to your hips and you halted yourself on an upstroke while he bucked his hips up, fucking into you roughly. You cried as you lowered yourself down slowly to meet his thrusts. His cock reaching your cervix while you moaned loudly, wildly. Your movements almost animal like as you pawed at your own hair and down over your breasts, pinching and tweaking your nipples, only adding to the extreme ecstasy and driving Michael wild. Michael’s tongue running over the top of his full, upper lip. Drinking in the sight of you completely uninhibited and free while he continued fucking into you at a hellish pace.
You could feel the hot coils of tension starting to wind impossibly tight in the depths of your stomach. Every pump of his cock plunging into you and hitting the softest parts of your walls as your vision started to white out.
“Fuck, Y/N. Your little pussy feels so. fucking. good.” he said stamping out the last words with a rough thrust of his cock between each one.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Michael, I’m gonna cum!” you cried into his mouth.
“Cum for me baby. Let me feel you come undone all over this cock” he said licking your throat, his cock still brutally pumping into you.
And the coil snapped. Tears filling the brim of your eyes as you came, your contractions rattling you. The shiny, black walls spinning around you.
“Oh god, Michael!” you cried, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as he continued fucking into you, impaling you with every pump of his cock, riding out your orgasm on him, with him, without abandon.
Your bones felt like jelly but you fought against your urge to collapse right then and there. Something desperate inside of you wanting to please Michael, to serve him, to satisfy him.
Your pace picked back up as you began bouncing faster and faster on his massive length. Your walls clenched tight, strained around him, still contracting feverishly from your own orgasm. You milked and pumped his cock with your wet pussy until he was hissing and grunting like a wild beast. Slamming yourself back down on him forcefully, his balls dampening with your slick, leaking cum.
“Fuck, Y/N I’m cum-” is all he could choke out, his fingertips digging in so tightly you thought he was going to break your hip bones. He held you down forcefully as he painted every inch of your clenched walls with his hot cum. You cried out at the sensation, bringing your forehead back down to his, panting heavily into each other’s mouths.
“Michael” is all you could get out before his lips met yours, taking you into his mouth once more with a hungry, voracious kiss.
You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, still reveling in the fullness of him inside you, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths before he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and helped lift you off of him. You hissed just slightly, involuntarily, as he slid out from you, your walls already missing the feeling of him inside you.
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Michael helped you collect your clothing through the sea of crimson haze, finally turning the music off before he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest with a long kiss. You could feel yourself flush hot once more, suddenly a little embarrassed of just how free you’d let yourself go in the back of this tour bus.
You both dressed quickly, Michael’s eyes never leaving you, trailing over the soft curves of your body before they were hidden by clothing once more.
You listened for your friend but didn’t hear anything. You figured she probably passed out in the guitarist’s bunk or continued partying up in the front lounge.
Michael was putting the weed back in hidden shelf while you checked your phone, still waiting for him to show you how to get out of there. You were scrolling through your text messages to see if your friend had checked in when suddenly he snatched your phone out of your hand.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” you laughed, swiping at it, trying to grab it back.
“Just a minute he said” holding one finger up to you while you could see him tapping on things and typing.
You stood with a hand on your hip while you waited, slightly unamused that he’d just yank your phone from you like that.
“There,” he said in that silky tone, handing it back to you with a soft smile on his face.
You looked down and saw your ‘Contacts’ had been opened and highlighted beneath your thumb was the letter “M.” You tapped it and looked up at him quizzically when you saw a number you didn’t recognize.
“That’s my number…my private line,” he said with eyebrows slightly raised, starting to laugh while waiting for you to piece things together.
“Oh,” you said under your breath staring at the numbers like you were trying to decipher some ancient language.
“Ohhh” you replied a little louder now, it finally registered that Michael Langdon had just given you his private phone number.
You looked up at him slightly puzzled but trying hard to stifle the gigantic grin forcing it’s way across your face. Suddenly, you felt the bus rumble before your feet.
“Oh shit, Tommy’s here. That’s our driver” you nodded, understanding that meant they were most likely about to leave.
“Here, I’ll walk you out,” Michael said, reaching for a monochromatic button that was camouflaged in with the rest of the black wall, and opened the door.
Your eyes scanned the area as you walked out, searching for your friend. You found the guitar player, half asleep in the front lounge with a beer in one hand. “Oh hey love, she said she was just going to start the car for you guys,” he said answering the question you’d yet to ask. You nodded a ‘thanks’ in his direction.
Michael’s hand never left the small of your back as he led you to the front of the bus, taking your hand softly in his to help guide you back down the narrow steps.
It was freezing outside now and you could see why your friend went to start the car.
“One sec,” Michael said as he bolted back into the bus, arriving moments later with one of his signature leather jackets in his hand. He draped it around your shoulders before pulling you closer to him.
“Michael, I don’t…are you sure?” you said in a worried tone. You could only imagine how expensive it was and couldn’t imagine him giving away one of his jackets to someone he’d just met, let alone you of all people.
“Shhh,” he said placing a finger over your lips. “Of course I’m sure” he winked at you again and you could feel the blush rising.
“So…” you said quietly, looking down at your feet to try and dissipate the awkwardness you were feeling.
“So..” Michael said softly, tugging at the front of the jacket that was hugging your shoulders to get your attention as you looked back up at him.
“Well…” he said with a mischievous smile “you have my number now so I expect a call from you.” You nodded your head, slightly rolling your eyes in a ‘yeah-right’ kinda way before he continued “tonight, to let me know you got home safely…and tomorrow” he said pulling you in for a kiss “and the day after that” planting another soft kiss on your lips “and the day after that and so on” fully embracing you now, ravishing you with his lips once more.
You looked up at him with eyes full of questions but he continued before you could formulate a sentence.
“And” he said with a big devilish smile spreading “We’re playing Hawaii in two weeks and I’d love for you to join me.”
“Oh, Michael I-“ you started to protest but he cut you off.
“What? You like the cold?” he teased, tugging on his jacket that you were still shivering beneath.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I can’t afford a trip like that, especially not on such short notice.” you frowned, shaking your head and shrugging at him in disappointment.
“C’mon Y/N, do you really think I’d let you pay? I’ll take care of all the arrangements, all you have to do is show up…there’s only one condition” he said with a trouble in his eye.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” you kicked back playfully.
Michael drew you closer into him “that you promise to call me tonight…and the next day…and the next day…and the next…” he said planting kisses that tickled you with his hot breath behind your ear and down you neck.
“Okay, okay!” you giggled and pushed him away, unable to take the sensation of his lips and breath tickling your sensitive skin any longer.
Michael grabbed you by your face with both hands and planted a long kiss on your lips. Your tongues meeting once more, hungrily searching each other’s mouths before it was time to say your goodbyes.
He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, shooting you a wink before he hopped back up the first two stairs of the bus.
“Have a good night, Michael” you waved, smiling and blushing as you turned and started to walk away.
“Oh, I already did!” he shouted after you and you could feel the crimson blush pooling all over as you buried your face in the arms of his oversized jacket.
You could feel his eyes on you as you walked away until you were no longer visible to him.
You finally found your car now that it was the only one left in the empty parking lot. You knocked and your friend let you in. You buckled up and immediately looked down at your phone to see if you had just imagined the entire thing. But nope, there was Michael’s private number, hidden in your phone under the initial “M.” Your heart started racing just looking at it. You could still feel his lips all over your body, the decadent wave-like sensations rolling over you like you were still riding him slowly and deliciously.
Your friend snapped you out of it when she turned down the radio to speak to you. “Can you believe it?! That was fucking amazing!!” still shrieking, still on her high from the night and all you could do was laugh.
“How was your night?” you asked her.
“Oh. My. God. Y/N. it was fucking incredible. You don’t even know. Literally best night of my life,” she droned on for several minutes before turning to you.
“How was yours?” she asked enthusiastically.
“It was pretty good” you started, looking out the window up into the night sky now, thankful that she was unable to see the big grin blossoming on your face before continuing.
“It felt really good to finally get to unwind for a night.”
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