Michael had always been awkward.. we can say, when it came to anything sexual—those topics were never discussed or engaged in in his career. He usually never had the time to indulge in those activities. He knew the basics, of course, but never thought it was necessary or even important.

You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. Open about your sex life, unapologetic, confident. You were constantly out at clubs, flirting with girls, and bringing someone new back to your apartment almost every night.

Michael had gotten used to it—until he heard something he shouldn’t.

His name. Coming from your mouth breathless and desperate.

You knew how closed off Michael was when it came to sex, but god, he was so hot it drove you insane. When you were out with other girls, you made sure he wasn’t home before indulging in some private fun because you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable or pressured. But today was different.

He came home early from a rehearsal today…you had no idea.

When he first heard sounds coming from your room, he assumed you had company again and ignored it. And he went about his routine—cook a little something to eat, rest and maybe watch a movie.

But as time passed and the sounds continued, something felt…off, nothing ever lasted that long, he ignored it anyways.

Then he heard it.

his name—moaned, loud and clear. He froze, nearly dropping the bowl he was holding that he was going to use to make popcorn.

His eyes widened as he looked at the door, then down at himself, his breath catching in his throat. Like he couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. His heart was pounding, chest tight with a strange mix of shock and something else—arousal.

Something hot coiled in his stomach, spreading downward, sharp and unfamiliar. His thighs pressed together instinctively as he stepped forward, slowly approaching your door.

He stood in front of it, hesitant.. breath shallow, his mind spinning as he heard the short, heavy sounds of your breathing from the other side.

He didn’t understand why his body felt like this—but the ache between his legs was growing unbearable. Unable to stop himself, he opened the door.

There you were—very much naked—lying in bed, some of your clothes on the floor, a few toys scattered beside you.

You were completely alone.

Michael gasped, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke your name, soft and trembling, laced with something he didn’t even recognize as excitement.