The little leg kick oh my god we cant talk here please email me….. I am soooo attracted to his femininity and softness I think it’s the biggest appeal for me he is so delicate and sweet FUCK
Also. Yeah this picture sums it all up sorry. I like boys that look like girls and girls that look like boys.
The little leg kick oh my god we cant talk here please email me….. I am soooo attracted to his femininity and softness I think it’s the biggest appeal for me he is so delicate and sweet FUCK
Also. Yeah this picture sums it all up sorry. I like boys that look like girls and girls that look like boys.
Synopsis: Michael has always avoided the topic of sex and you get worried that he doesn't want you.
18+ Minors DNI
Additional tags: Michael having religious guilt around sex, insecure reader, miscommunication, fluff, smut, handjobs (both recieving), virgin inexperienced Michael, you're his first relationship, semi experienced reader
Author's note: Ahhhhh it's finally done! The Michael religious guilt fanfic is here. It took so long to write this because I really wanted this to be a good fanfic, it's one I've been wanting to write for a while. This is the longest fanfic I've written for Tumblr. I may be open to writing a part 2 to this with full on smut. I literally forgot I had ideas for full on smut until I finished writing this and by that point it was very long haha. Lmk if you guys enjoyed this, I worked very hard on it haha.
It’s been a few months since you and Michael have started dating and everything has been going extremely well.
He’s sweet and shy, a true gentleman, always making sure you’re okay though he is still sassy, not afraid to stand his ground or argue about something he believes in. He’s also silly, loving to play pranks on people. He’s very different from what he shows the world and you love learning everything you can about him, peeling back the layers that make him who he is.
You originally met when your father started working at Epic Records. You knew there could be a chance you would meet Michael but it seemed so unlikely to you that you didn’t even think about it or consider it.
Until one afternoon when you had been in one of the lounges, waiting for your father to finish work so you could go to a family dinner.
Michael had walked in, looking a little bored and impatient, his headphones on. He spotted you and took one headphone off, introducing himself.
You were a little starstruck at first, introducing yourself back. You found out that his producer was running late so he was just wandering around the studio, waiting until he could record.
The starstruckness started to wear off as you talked. Not that he was disappointing but that you realized he was just a regular person as he told you about the movies he had been watching the night before. One thing led to another and you ended up exchanging phone numbers.
For the next few weeks after that you two talked on the phone often. Not about anything special, just hobbies and work. You started to see each other in person more often, him coming to say hi whenever you were at Epic with your father.
Eventually you realized that you were starting to fall for him.
You tried your best to ignore it however it was hard because Michael somehow wormed his way into your life and he was all you could think about.
Over time, you started to wonder whether he might like you back. There were lingering touches, times when you would go to look at him only to realize that he had already been watching you, a small smile on his face.
It was you who ended up confessing first, during one of your late night calls after he got off work. His voice was soft and tired though he was giggling softly as he told you a funny story about Bubbles that happened that day.
You didn’t even mean to but you felt so much affection for him that your mouth ran before you could even attempt to stop it.
“I like you.” You blurted out before squeezing your eyes shut, burying your face in your hand as panic and embarrassment coursed through you.
He chuckled softly though it sounded a little confused and unsure. “I like you too.” It sounded like a question, like he was trying to understand whether you meant this as a friend or more.
You took a deep breath, deciding to just come out with it and hope you didn’t ruin what you had.
“As more than a friend.” You clarified softly, drumming your fingers nervously.
There was silence on the other end for a moment, his breath picking up. He let out another nervous chuckle, going quiet again before he said shyly. “I like you as more than a friend as well.”
You smiled widely, giggling as elation went through you.
You two didn’t end up talking too much more, nervous and processing what you admitted to each other so after a couple days you went to Hayvenhurst so you could properly talk about everything and decide where you wanted to go from there.
Sitting across from each other on his bed you watched as he picked at a piece of loose thread on his blanket, smiling shyly. He admitted that he didn’t have much experience with dating, a mix of focusing on his work and never really finding anyone he wanted to date. He wasn’t as social as you were, mostly finding connections through his work.
You took his hand in yours, reassuring him that you two could go at your own pace. You didn’t have much more experience than him. You’d been on a few dates and there had been two relationships but both of them had been short lived. So you agreed to go slowly.
It’s been one of the happiest times of your life so far and you’re honored that you're one of the first people he’s ever dated.
But there is one concern you’ve been having.
Which is that it almost seems like Michael doesn’t want to have sex with you.
Keyword, almost because you know he’s attracted to you. He makes that quite obvious.
He always tells you how handsome you are and you’ve caught him checking you out on more than one occasion. Plus there was the first time you two went swimming together and he had seen you shirtless for the first time.
His eyes had widened slightly, his cheeks flushing and he started to fidget a bit, looking away and swallowing before looking back at you, his eyes a little dark.
So you knew he was attracted to you yet he avoided the topic of sex.
Anytime it came up he would get flustered, mumbling and stuttering a bit before somehow leading the conversation to something else.
It wasn’t that you needed sex. Of course, it would be nice and you absolutely hoped you two would. You knew part of it was probably just that he wasn’t ready yet which you understood and respected.
However despite that knowledge, insecurities are hard to avoid and hard to tamp down.
Your brain has started to convince you that he doesn’t want you as much as you want him. That you aren’t enough for him. That you’re more committed to this relationship than he is.
Especially because things have started to get more heated between you two. Kisses that lead to make outs with wandering hands.
But the moment it seems like you might seriously get further, Michael pulls back, directing your attention to something else.
It’s starting to hurt and make your insecurities run wild.
You’ve been wanting to talk to him about it but everytime you try, you get too nervous and feel like you sound too silly or too needy or like you’re pressuring him so the words die in your throat.
However the longer you avoid it, the worse you feel.
It’s later in the night at Hayvenhurst, the house quiet as most of his family has gone to bed by this point. You had arrived after work, excited to see Michael since he had a rare day off.
You and Michael went swimming with his brothers for a while before getting changed and eating dinner together. Since then you’ve been in Michael’s room, laying on his bed and cuddling with a movie playing quietly.
The credits start to roll and Michael smiles, turning to you. “Enjoyed it?” He asked.
You nodded. “Mhmm. You’re really helping me grow my list of movies I’ve watched.” You say jokingly.
You were the type of person who didn’t really watch movies besides when you went to the theatre. Michael had been offended to find this out and instantly created a list of movies you must see.
“Good. I’m making you more cultured.” Michael teases, leaning over to give you a kiss.
You kiss back, smiling slightly.
He pulls back, his eyes roaming over you for a moment. “You’re so handsome tonight.” He complements, putting a hand on your cheek.
You can’t help but scoff slightly. You were wearing sweatpants and a shirt, your hair still a little messy after taking a shower. “Yeah, so handsome with my messy hair.” You chuckle.
“You’re always handsome.” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Charmer.” You complain, rolling your eyes playfully. “You’re not half bad yourself.” You roam your eyes over him and he shyly smiles, leaning over to kiss you again. His hand is still resting on your cheek though he moves it to your neck as your kisses deepen.
Soon enough you’re full on making out, holding onto each other.
Your hands start to roam, going to rest where his shirt is sliding up a little. You let your hands roam under slightly as you start to press kisses to his neck.
But like every other time, he stiffens and pulls back.
His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavier than usual as he fully pulls back, going back to look at his DVD stand. “Maybe we should watch another movie?” He asks, his focus entirely on the DVDs and not even glancing at you.
All your insecurities come crashing down on you. You’ve been able to hide your disappointment and insecurities up until this point but they’ve been resting heavy on your mind. The fact that it keeps happening just solidifies them even more.
Your eyes prickle with tears and you bite your lip, refusing to let them fall.
Michael’s question goes unanswered and he looks up at you curiously. “Babe?” He asks.
You avoid his gaze, staring down at your hands. “Whatever you want.” You mumble.
He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching you with concern in them. He stands back up, sitting beside you on the bed. “Babe, what's wrong?” He asks.
You shake your head. “It’s nothing. Let’s just watch another movie,” You still avoid his gaze. You know you should explain but your emotions are so all over the place you just want to avoid them.
He frowns, moving even closer and trying to meet your gaze. “Something’s wrong. I can tell. Please tell me, baby.”
You stay quiet, biting your lip but the truth comes out.” You don’t want me.” You say, your voice upset.
He looks confused and shocked, his mouth opening slightly and his brow furrowed. “What?” He asks in disbelief before quickly adding on. “Where would you even get that idea? That couldn't be further from the truth.”
You fidget with his blanket, nervous now that you’re actually admitting the thoughts you’ve been having.
“Anytime things start to progress further you pull back right away.” You say softly. “And I know part of it might be that you’re not ready yet but also you avoid the topic of sex so I don’t know… I just can’t help but feel like that’s something you don’t want with me… that you don’t want me.” You say the last part in a whisper.
He stares at you, still surprised though he also looks guilty and he sighs.
“Okay well first can you please look at me sweetheart? I want to make sure you fully listen and fully understand what I say right now.” He says gently.
You look up at him slowly, still shy and nervous after admitting what’s been plaguing you.
He smiles at you, taking you hand in his and running his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. “The first thing I need you to understand is that I absolutely want you. You’re so handsome, I lose my mind when I’m around you. You drive me crazy sweetheart.” He blushes, his voice going a bit softer. “Sometimes I really struggle to contain myself around you.”
You blush a little, smiling though you aren’t fully convinced, still a little confused.
“It doesn’t entirely seem that way.” You admit
He sighs. “I know.” He bites his lip, fidgeting. “The reason I avoid sex is because as you know, I’ve grown up quite religious… and one of the values that comes with that, is that sex shouldn’t come before marriage, that it’s wrong to have sex before marriage.” He looks shy and guilty.
He bites his lip again before admitting. “Part of it too is that I’m really shy about that kind of thing.. I haven’t done anything like that.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry I never explained that to you, I should’ve. I see now that it did more harm than good just avoiding the topic. But it literally has nothing to do with you.” He looks at you guiltily.
You smile softly, feeling more reassured now that you fully understand where he’s coming from.
Running your fingers over his knuckles, you say. “Thank you for explaining.” Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. “Though I do want to say that there is nothing wrong with sex. If you wanted to, I could guide you through it… I don’t have too much experience but I’m not a virgin.” You chuckle shyly. “We also don’t have to go all the way yet. Sex isn’t only penetration. But if you really want to wait then we can wait till marriage. I don’t want to pressure you or make it seem like I’m not satisfied… I just want you to know that you shouldn't feel wrong for wanting or doing such things.”
He looks down at your shared hands. “I admittedly have been thinking more about if I really do want to wait.. As I said, you drive me crazy baby. I literally-” He cut himself off quickly, a blush colouring his face.
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You literally…?” You ask with a teasing tone.
He shakes his head quickly. “No nevermind, it’s nothing.” He refuses to meet your gaze, fidgeting.
Smirking, you move closer to him. “Doesn’t sound like nothing.”
He hides his face in his hand for a moment, groaning before taking a deep breath.
“I might’ve touched myself a couple times after you’ve left.” He says shyly and quickly before burying his face in his pillow, his ears red.
You’re surprised for a moment before a wide grin overtakes your face, thrilled. “Oh really?” You ask. You feel a little hot at that confession, imagining him touching himself and knowing that you caused that.
He only groans in reply, burying his face even further into the pillow. You hear him mumble something, muffled by the pillow but it suspiciously sounds like ‘I can’t believe I just confessed that.’
Giggling, you reply. “Well I’m very flattered to know.”
It takes a bit before he finally sits up, not meeting your gaze and his cheeks still flushed.
“I think I need some time to fully decide… if that’s okay. I know there isn’t anything wrong with it but…” He trails off, looking a little nervous for your reply.
“I understand.” You reassure him. “I’m completely fine with waiting if that’s what you decide. I want you to be comfortable.” You kiss his cheek again.
“Thank you.” He says, capturing your lips and giving you a soft kiss.
The night ends with you two going back to watching movies and cuddling, you feeling a lot lighter than before.
A couple weeks pass without any mention of your conversation again but you aren’t too worried, knowing Michael will come to you when he’s ready. Though he has become increasingly affectionate ever since your conversation, as if he wants to make up for making you feel like he didn’t want you.
It’s another late night in Michael’s bedroom, the lighting low and the only sounds being his pen scratching along with the occasional flip of a page. He’s sitting at his desk, working on song ideas while you lay on his bed, reading a book. Though you’ve noticed that he seems more nervous and fidgety tonight, fiddling with his pen and glancing at you before quickly looking away.
You catch him one of the times that he looks at you and you smile softly at him. “Need something?” You ask in a teasing tone.
He smiles shyly, setting down his pen before making his way over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. You close your book, setting it aside.
He doesn’t say anything, just studying you for a moment before leaning in and kissing you.
You make a soft noise of surprise but kiss back happily, resting one hand on his knee.
He deepens the kiss, putting a hand on your waist as your tongues dance around each other.
This continues for a bit before he pulls back, looking nervous but determined. “I think I do wanna try going further. Though, um, no penetration yet.” He blushes a little and you smile at him reassuringly. “That’s completely okay. We can go at your pace.”
He smiles back, still looking nervous. “D-do you think you could guide me? I’m sorry I’m so new to this.” He ducks his head to hide his face, embarrassed.
You take his hand in yours to give him a reassuring squeeze. “Of course I can. Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at all.”
He nods in reply, looking at you again, nervous but determined. There’s also an edge to his gaze you haven’t seen before now, a little heated as he lets his eyes roam over you.
It pleases you, finally being able to see this side of him.
You lean back in, giving him a heated kiss. He returns your kiss happily, resting his hands on your waist.
You two make out for a bit, your kisses getting more heated and you move down to his neck, starting to press kisses. You can feel and hear his breath hitch.
“N-no marks.” He says quickly before clarifying. “On my neck or anywhere visible that is.”
You make a disappointed noise. His neck would be so pretty marked up but you don’t complain, exploring his neck.
It doesn’t take long until you find a sensitive spot, where his neck and chin meet. He lets out a soft whine when you find it, squirming.
Smirking, you nip your teeth against it gently and he lets out a breathy moan.
You let your hands roam under his shirt as you move up to his ear, pressing kisses and nipping the soft skin lightly. He shivers, moaning when your warm breath ghosts against his ear.
He pants underneath you as you explore his body, finding spots that make him moan and squirm. His hands flex against your waist where he’s still holding onto you.
After a bit of exploring him you pull back slightly. “Can I take this off?” You ask, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. He nods jerkily, his cheeks flushed and eyes heated.
It isn’t your first time seeing him shirtless but the context is very different this time.
You gently pull it off, setting it to the side and letting your eyes roam over his body, appreciating him. You can see the parts of his skin that have started to grow lighter and the toned muscles he has from years of dancing.
You let your hands wander over his warm skin, feeling his muscles and circling your fingers closer to his nipples, watching the quick rise and fall of his chest.
“You know, ever since you told me that you touch yourself sometimes after I’ve left, I’ve wondered what you think of. What fantasies you have that get you off.” You flicker your eyes to his face, meeting his gaze and he blushes brightly, removing a hand from your waist so he can hide his face with it.
You giggle softly. “No need to be shy. I want to know… I want to make sure I make all your fantasies come true.” You lean forward, pressing kisses to his chest.
He’s quiet for a moment besides his shaky breaths and occasional breathy moans when you find a sensitive spot before he finally opens his mouth.
“Y-you kind of already are. All my fantasies are just you. I just want you.” His voice is soft and shaky.
Your heart melts a little and you move up to give him a loving kiss. “Well you have me.” You mumble against his lips.
Returning to your previous position, you go back to kissing his chest, this time leaving marks with your teeth. Your hands wander to his nipples, swiping them with your thumbpads.
You flick your eyes up, admiring him. His eyes are closed, his cheeks flushed and he’s lightly biting his lip as he moans softly.
You move your hands again, letting them settle on the waistband of his pants and his breath catches slightly, his eyes opening.
You look down, smirking when you see that he’s hard, straining against the fabric of his pants.
“Is it okay if I take these off?” You ask.
He takes a deep breath before nodding, watching you.
“Is underwear okay as well or would you like to keep it on for now?” You ask, wanting to make sure you don’t go too quickly.
“You can take them off too.” He replies.
You smile and give him a reassuring kiss before unbuttoning his jeans, taking them off along with his underwear, him moving a bit to make it easier for you to take them off.
It’s your first time seeing him completely naked. You let your eyes wander over him, taking in how beautiful he is. He avoids your gaze, staring at the wall with a blush.
“Gorgeous.” You breathe out, letting your hand rest on his hip and stroking it. He whines slightly, ducking his head before looking at you.
“It feels a little unfair that I’m the only naked one here.” He says.
You laugh softly, not expecting that. “Trying to get me naked Mr. Jackson?” You tease but you’re happy to comply, taking off your shirt then standing so you can take off your pants and underwear, kicking them off to the side.
His breath picks up as he looks you over, his eyes darkening.
“Like what you see?” You ask, going back to your original spot on the bed.
“Yes.” He says quickly, his hands settling on you, looking at you like he can’t quite believe you exist. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathes out.
You can’t help but blush a little under his attention, smiling. “Thank you.” You lean forward and kiss him. “My handsome boy.”
Going back to what you were doing, you look at his hard on, smirking softy. “Do you have any lube?” You ask.
He nods shyly, opening the side drawer to his nightstand and pulling out a half used bottle of lube, handing it to you. You smirk at him teasingly just to watch him blush.
You pour some on your hand, warming it up before starting to stroke him. You start slow, just exploring what makes him feel good.
There’s already pre come welling at his tip and you swipe your thumb against it, stroking his sensitive tip. He whimpers above you, bucking into your hand.
You start to stroke him faster, watching him as he starts to fall apart, letting out moans and whimpers.
“F-fuck.” He moans out which sends heat flooding down your veins. Michael is always very polite and you rarely ever hear him curse. To hear him curse in this context, because of you, makes you feel even hotter.
“You’re so pretty like this.” You tell him, kissing him on the lips as you continue to stroke him.
He kisses back, your kisses messy and uncoordinated as he keeps moaning into your kisses, his warm breath fanning against your mouth as he pants.
“C-close. I’m close.” He stutters out.
“Good. I want to see you come. Come for me.” You say, your voice low as you watch him.
He lets out a loud moan, biting his lip and tensing up as he comes onto your hand, holding onto you.
“Beautiful.” You praise, stroking him through it.
You stroke him until he’s come down before removing your hand.
He’s still breathing heavily, his eyes half closed as he leans against you and you smile, kissing his head.
“That was amazing baby. You’re so gorgeous angelface.” You run your clean hand through his hair.
“Thank you.” He breathes out.
“Thank you for trusting me.” You reply, still stroking his hair.
You stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying being close to him before he opens his eyes, looking down at your hard on.
“Can I…?” He asks shyly.
You nod eagerly in reply, your cock twitching a little at the idea of Michael touching you.
Michael pulls back a little, his eyes roaming over you before he lays his hand on your stomach, letting his hands explore your body.
His hand goes to your nipple, gently brushing his fingers over it and you let out a breathy moan as pleasure goes through you.
His eyes flicker to your face, still looking unsure but also heated.
He continues to play with your nipples, bringing his mouth to your neck and pressing kisses against your warm skin.
You hold onto him, closing your eyes and breathing shakily.
You jerk a little, moaning when he finds a sensitive spot behind your ear.
He giggles breathlessly at the reaction, gently nipping his teeth against that spot, satisfied with your reaction.
He moves down to your chest, gently making marks against your skin with his teeth, kissing them after each one.
Finally his eyes flicker to your hard cock and he grabs the lube, drizzling some on his fingers.
He gently brushes his fingers over your cock, just feeling the weight of it and you moan softly, resting your head against his shoulder.
He wraps his hand around it fully, starting to stroke you, brushing his fingers against the tip and you moan out. “Fuck Michael.” You breathe out, slightly bucking into his hand.
Growing more confident, he uses one hand to play with your nipples, the one still stroking you at a steady pace.
Pleasure zips through you as you let out moans, your toes curling a little as you feel yourself tipping towards the edge, startlingly fast.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You moan out.
“God you’re so pretty like this. Please come for me.” He says, his voice breathless and gaze dark as he watches you fall apart.
It doesn’t take long before you’re coming, moaning out his name.
He continues to stroke you through it but soon it becomes too much.
“Stop, stop.” You whimper out, moving his hand.
“Sorry.” He says quickly but you just chuckle softly.
“It’s okay. It was just a bit too much.” You snuggle into his side, pressing a kiss against his shoulder to reassure him. You take deep breaths as you come down, listening to his steady breaths.
“Well. How was that for a first time?” You ask teasingly.
He chuckles, blushing a little. “Pretty amazing.”
“Good. I’m glad.” You move up, kissing him lovingly.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me.” He mumbles.
“Of course. Thank you for trusting me.” You smile. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He breathes out.
The night ends with you two taking a bath together before getting in bed, cuddling and sharing soft kisses, your heart warm with affection.
I hope you enjoyed this fanfic! If you did my masterlist is here and my fic requests are open!
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