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michael and jaafar girlie

[ytrhbz]

ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ type : one-shot (requested)

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ genre(s) : smut

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ pairing : michael jackson x reader

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ tags : offthewall!michael, brother x friend trope, reader is michael’s sisters friend, smut, first time, dry humping.

𓏲 ࣪ ˖ a/n : i absolutely love writing inexperienced michael smut.

ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ slumber party with his sisters and cute pajamas, what could happen tonight ?

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ever since the four of them became inseparable, life had been a non-stop blur of shared closets, inside jokes, and endless group chats. the three sisters felt less like friends and more like a second family to her, the kind of bond where she could walk into their house without knocking. whether they were doing late-night drive-thrus, cramming for exams together, or just gossiping on their bedroom floor, they were her absolute safe haven.

so, when they called her to pack a bag for an official, old-school sleepover, she didn't hesitate.

the moment she knocked on their front door, it swung open before she could even drop her duffel bag. all three sisters were already waiting in the entryway, a chaotic flurry of matching oversized hoodies and messy buns. a deafening chorus of squeals and high-pitched "oh my god, you're finally here!" echoed through the hall as they instantly pulled her into a massive, suffocating group hug. the energy in the house was instantly magnetic and bubbling over with excitement. music was already blasting faintly from upstairs, the warm scent of freshly baked cookies drifted from the kitchen, and pillows were scattered all over the living room floor. they immediately grabbed her hands, dragging her inside while talking all at once about the movies they were going to watch, completely ready for the perfect night in.

"oh my god, finally!" latoya squealed, practically ripping the duffel bag out of her hands the second she stepped through the door. "we've been waiting for literally hours, i swear Janet was about to eat the raw cookie dough."

"i was not!" janet yelled from the top of the stairs, running down in her oversized sweatshirt and nearly slipping on the hardwood floor. she threw her arms around her, squeezing tight. "ignore her. i'm so glad you're here. we have so much to talk about, you have no idea."

rebbie walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel with a huge smile on her face. "okay girls, let her breathe first! but seriously, come inside. the kitchen is fully stocked, the blankets are already set up in the room, and we are not sleeping until at least four am."

"more like five," latoya corrected, linking her arm through hers and pulling her toward the stairs. "come on, let's go put your stuff in my room. we need to pick out which pajamas you're wearing tonight, i bought matching ones for all of us!"

she followed latoya up the stairs, the familiar wooden steps creaking beneath their feet as janet trailed closely behind, already buzzing about the playlist she had spent the last two hours curating. the warmth of the house wrapped around her like a blanket, completely erasing whatever stress she had carried in with her.

"wait, wait, wait," janet said, catching up to them at the top of the landing and gently grabbing her shoulder to spin her around. "before we even look at the pajamas, you have to tell us everything. did you see him today? did he say anything?"

latoya tossed the duffel bag onto her unmade bed and spun around, her eyes wide with instant anticipation. "oh my god, yes! please tell me there is tea. i've been dying for an update all week."

she couldn't help but laugh, feeling her cheeks flush slightly under their intense, eager gazes. before she could even answer, rebbie walked into the bedroom holding a giant bowl of warm popcorn, looking at her two younger sisters with an amused shake of her head.

"let her sit down first, you two are like vultures," rebbie teased, though she quickly set the bowl on the nightstand and sat cross-legged on the edge of the mattress, leaning in. "but seriously... spill. we want details."

she giggled, kicking off her socks and hopping onto the bed, curling her legs underneath her. "ugh okay, okay, fine! so, i was walking down the hallway earlier, right? and he was just standing there by his locker, looking ridiculously handsome as usual. and then, out of nowhere, he actually looked up, smiled right at me, and said hi."

"no way!" janet gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth as she leaned in closer. "did he just say hi, or was it like... a meaningful hi?"

"it was totally a meaningful hi," latoya insisted, nodding her head vigorously. "i'm telling you, he definitely has a crush on her. the vibe is so obvious."

outside in the hallway, michael was just walking past the half-open bedroom door, holding a glass of juice. hearing the sudden burst of high-pitched squeals and his sisters' frantic whispering, he paused. he leaned his shoulder against the wall for just two seconds, a quiet, amused smirk growing on his face as he listened to them completely over-analyze the whole interaction.

"i swear, you guys are making a big deal out of nothing," she blushed, tossing a piece of popcorn at latoya. "he was probably just being polite! and i don’t even like him !"

michael shook his head, biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud at how dramatic his sisters were being. before anyone could notice him standing there, he quietly stepped away from the door and headed back downstairs, leaving the girls to their endless gossip.

"okay, enough gossip for a second, we need to get into character," latoya declared, jumping up from the bed and throwing open her closet doors. "pajama time!"

she and janet started rummaging through the shelves, tossing pairs of silk, flannel, and oversized t-shirts onto the floor. "wait, where is that new set we bought last week?" janet asked, digging through a drawer. "the one we said would look absolutely perfect on her?"

"oh, i found it!" latoya squealed, pulling out a matching set from the very back.

she handed it over, and when she held it up, her eyes widened. it was an incredibly cute, soft pastel-colored set, but the shorts were definitely on the shorter side, and the matching camisole top had dainty little lace edges.

"oh my god, yes! it's literally so adorable," janet gasped, clapping her hands together. "you have to wear this one tonight, it's going to look so cute on you!"

rebbie looked over from the bed and laughed, nodding in agreement. "it really is super cute. go try it on in the bathroom, let's see!"

she held the soft fabric in her hands, feeling a little shy but completely loving how pretty it was. "alright, alright, i'll go change," she said, giggling as she grabbed the tiny pajama set and headed out into the hallway toward the bathroom.

she slipped into the bathroom and quickly changed, checking her reflection in the mirror. the fabric was incredibly soft, and the pastel color looked absolutely perfect against her skin. when she turned around to look at the shorts, she realized they were definitely a little shorter than what she usually wore, hugging her curves perfectly, while the lace camisole top sat delicately on her shoulders. it was the perfect mix of super cute and a little bit playful. she unlocked the door and stepped back into the bedroom, feeling a tiny bit shy but smiling.

the moment she walked in, latoya and janet literally stopped what they were doing and gasped.

"oh my god, stop it right now!" janet squealed, jumping off the bed. "it looks even better than I thought it would! it fits you perfectly!"

"i knew it!" latoya cheered, clapping her hands and doing a little victory dance. "it is so incredibly cute on you! look at you, you look amazing!"

rebbie smiled warmly, nodding in total agreement. "it really does look gorgeous on you. see? i told you it would suit you perfectly. now come sit back down, we need to pick the first movie!"

"okay, fine, i'll keep them on," she giggled, smoothing down the soft fabric of her shorts. "but before we start any movie, i'm going to grab some more popcorn from the kitchen. we're already almost out."

"good idea, bring the soda too!" janet called out as she curled up under a pile of blankets.

she stepped out of the bedroom and back into the quiet hallway. the house was peaceful compared to the chaotic energy upstairs, with only the dim lights illuminating her way down the stairs. her bare feet made no sound against the wooden steps as she made her way toward the kitchen, completely unaware of anything else, just focused on grabbing the snacks for their perfect night in.

she stepped into the brightly lit kitchen, her bare feet padding softly against the cold linoleum floor. the room was quiet, a stark contrast to the giggly chaos upstairs. she walked over to the counter, reaching for the bag of popcorn kernels, completely unaware that she wasn't alone.

when she turned around, her heart skipped a beat.

michael was standing by the refrigerator, holding a glass of ice water. he had been in the middle of taking a sip, but the moment his eyes landed on her, he paused, his eyes widening just a fraction in sheer surprise.

the kitchen suddenly felt incredibly small, the air thick with an instant, unexpected wave of tension. michael’s gaze drifted down, taking in the sight of her in the pastel pajamas. the short shorts fully exposed her legs, and the delicate lace camisole sat softly against her collarbones, making her look both incredibly sweet and devastatingly pretty. a sudden, genuine blush crept up michael's own neck, his throat going completely dry as he quickly looked back up, looking incredibly flustered by the sight.

a soft, warm flush crept up her neck and rushed into her cheeks as well. she suddenly felt hyper-aware of how short the pajamas actually were, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"oh... hey, michael," she murmured, her voice a little softer and breathier than she intended, breaking the quiet stillness of the room.

michael slowly lowered his glass, his hand shaking just a tiny bit as he tried to clear his throat. a shy, slightly nervous smile played at the corner of his lips, completely replacing his usual composure. his voice was deep and smooth, but had a soft, hesitant edge to it that sent a tiny shiver down her spine. "hey. i thought you guys were upstairs planning a movie marathon."

"we are," she said, holding the popcorn bowl in front of her like a shield, though it didn't do much to hide how perfectly the fabric hugged her waist. "i just... came down to get some more snacks. we ran out."

"i see," michael murmured, taking a slow, almost cautious step forward to place his glass on the counter. he closed the distance between them just enough for her to catch the faint, clean scent of his cologne, though his eyes nervously flicked away for a second before locking back onto hers. he held her gaze with an intense, quiet curiosity that made her breath catch in her throat. "those are... nice pajamas. are they new?"

her cheeks burned even hotter. "um, yeah. latoya and janet picked them out for me."

"well," michael replied, his voice dropping a pitch, his fingers nervously tapping against the counter as a heavy, passive undertone filled the space between them. his eyes flicked down to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her gaze again, his shy smile widening just a fraction as his own cheeks turned a light pink. "they have good taste. it suits you really well."

"thanks," she whispered, completely trapped under his gaze, the unspoken tension between them practically vibrating in the quiet kitchen.

michael let the silence stretch for one more intoxicating second, looking completely captivated and a little breathless himself, before he finally broke the spell. he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief, electric moment as he tapped the side of her popcorn bowl, his gaze dropping shyly. "you better get back upstairs before they come looking for you. janet gets impatient."

"right. yeah," she breathed, giving him a shy, lingering smile as she quickly turned to head back to the stairs, her heart racing a mile a minute while his eyes softly followed her all the way out of the room.

michael walked down the hallway toward his own bedroom, the cold glass of water in his hand completely forgotten as his mind replayed the scene in the kitchen over and over again.

he couldn't shake the image of her standing under the warm kitchen lights. the sight of her in those pastel pajamas had completely caught him off guard, making his heart do a strange, sudden flip in his chest. a deep, intense blush rushed right back into his cheeks in the dark just thinking about how those short shorts had highlighted the soft curves of her legs, and he quickly covered his face with his hands, feeling incredibly flustered.

"oh god, michael, stop it," he muttered to himself, taking a deep, shaky breath.

he knew he shouldn't be thinking about her like that. she was his sisters' absolute best friend, practically a part of the family, and she was only upstairs for a fun, innocent sleepover. it felt so wrong to have his mind racing over how pretty she looked or how delicate the lace on her top was. he climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over his shoulders, determined to just close his eyes and force himself to think about literally anything else.

but the harder he tried to ignore it, the more his mind kept drifting back to the kitchen. he replayed the way her voice had gotten all soft and nervous when she whispered his name, and how his own hands had been slightly shaking when he set his glass down. he rolled over, burying his face in his pillow with a quiet, frustrated groan. he was completely captivated, and no matter how much his shy, guilty conscience told him to stop, his heart was still pounding a mile a minute at the memory of her lingering smile.

back upstairs, the bedroom doors slammed shut behind her, and the quiet, tense atmosphere of the hallway instantly vanished, swallowed whole by the explosion of pure energy waiting for her inside.

"finally! what took you so long, did you have to grow the corn yourself?" janet teased, immediately grabbing the popcorn bowl from her hands and setting it in the middle of the bed.

"i just... got lost in thought, sorry," she stammered, her heart still hammering against her ribs as she quickly crawled back into the mountain of blankets and pillows.

she shook her head hard, desperately trying to blink away the image of michael’s blushing face, the deep warmth of his voice, and the way his fingers had brushed against hers. it was crazy. he was her best friends' brother, and it had just been an awkward accident in the kitchen. she needed to completely drop it and focus on the night.

"okay, no more waiting! music first, then movies!" latoya cranked up the volume on the stereo, and the room instantly transformed into a private concert.

within seconds, the four of them were jumping up and down on the mattress, screaming the lyrics to their favorite songs at the top of their lungs. rebbie was using a hairbrush as a microphone, while janet and latoya tried to teach her a completely chaotic, improvised dance routine that had everyone laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. whenever they paused to catch their breath, they would dive back into the blankets, shoving handfuls of popcorn into their mouths and talking over each other about gossip, boys, and endless inside jokes.

every single time michael's face popped into her head, she would laugh a little louder, dance a little harder, or throw a pillow at janet just to force herself to stay in the zone. she was surrounded by her absolute favorite people, the room was buzzing with perfect, loud energy, and she was determined to just lose herself in the fun and completely forget about the breathless tension downstairs.

meanwhile, in his own bedroom, michael was still tossing and turning under his covers, the distant sound of his sisters' music and muffled laughter vibrating through the floorboards. he stared up at the ceiling, but his mind wasn't just stuck on how pretty she had looked in those pastel pajamas anymore.

a completely different thought suddenly hit him, making him sit straight up in bed.

he remembered what he had overheard just an hour earlier when he was standing outside the girls' bedroom door. he vividly recalled his sisters squealing and giggling, and her soft, blushing voice saying, "he actually looked up, smiled right at me, and said hi."

michael's chest tightened a little bit at the memory. a wave of nervous curiosity washed over him as he leaned his chin on his knees, staring into the dark room. who exactly were they talking about? who was the guy by the locker?

he started over-analyzing everything, his naturally shy and overthinking mind going into overdrive. he wondered if this mystery guy was her actual crush, or if she was secretly in love with someone from school. the mere thought of her smiling at another boy the way she had just smiled at him in the kitchen made a strange, unfamiliar spark of jealousy twist in his stomach.

he let out a soft, frustrated sigh, burying his face in his hands. he hated that he was caring this much, especially since she was his sisters' best friend, but he couldn't help it. he just kept wondering if her heart already belonged to someone else, or if the intense, breathless tension they had just shared downstairs meant that maybe, just maybe, he was the one actually catching her attention.

hours later, the wild energy in the bedroom finally started to mellow down. the loud music had been turned off, replaced by the soft, low hum of a movie playing on the television screen, casting flickering shadows across the walls.

the chaotic dancing and singing had completely exhausted them. janet was already half-asleep, curled up like a ball at the foot of the bed with a fluffy blanket pulled up to her chin, her eyes blinking heavily at the screen. rebbie was leaned back against a mountain of pillows, letting out a soft yawn as she lazily reached into the almost empty bowl for the last few crumbs of popcorn.

she sat cross-legged next to latoya, who was fighting a losing battle against her own eyelids, her head nodding off every few seconds. the heavy blanket felt incredibly warm and cozy over her legs, and the exhaustion from all the laughing and jumping was finally catching up to her too.

every once in a while, as the room fell into a peaceful, sleepy quiet, her eyes would drift toward the closed bedroom door. now that the noise had died down, the memory of michael in the kitchen began to sneak its way back into her thoughts. she wondered if he was already asleep downstairs, or if he was still awake, completely oblivious to how much her heart was still reacting to that brief, breathless moment. but with latoya softly snoring next to her, she just let her head sink deeper into the pillow, letting the cozy tiredness finally take over.

no matter how much she tried to let the cozy tiredness take over, sleep just wouldn't come. every time she closed her eyes, her mind instantly dragged her back to the kitchen, replaying the soft, deep pitch of michael's voice and the quiet, breathless look in his eyes. the bedroom felt suddenly suffocatingly warm under the heavy blankets, and her skin felt entirely too hot against the soft pastel fabric of her pajamas.

carefully, so she wouldn't wake up janet or latoya, she slid out from under the covers. her bare feet touched the cool floor, giving her a small rush of relief.

she quietly slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her until it clicked shut with barely a sound. the hallway was pitch black and completely still, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the window at the end of the hall. she padded softly down the corridor, her heart doing a nervous little flutter as she approached the bathroom—which was located directly across from michael's bedroom door.

she gently pushed the bathroom door open and stepped inside, leaving it a jar so she wouldn't make noise with the lock. twisting the faucet, she let the cold water run over her wrists before splashing a bit of it onto her face and neck to cool down her flushed skin. resting her hands on the edge of the sink, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, staring at her reflection in the dim light, completely unaware of the shadow moving just across the hall.

inside his room, michael was staring blankly at his bedroom ceiling, still wide awake. the house had fallen completely silent hours ago, but his mind was still spinning in circles, completely unable to settle down.

then, through the quiet stillness of the night, he caught a faint sound. it was the soft creak of a floorboard right outside his room, followed by the quiet, distinct hiss of running water coming from the bathroom just across the hall.

michael sat up instantly, his heart doing a sudden, nervous leap against his ribs. he knew his sisters were exhausted and probably fast asleep by now, which meant it had to be her.

he sat on the edge of his mattress, his hands gripping the sheets as a heavy wave of shyness and hesitation washed over him. a part of him wanted to just stay in bed and ignore it, too nervous to face her again after how intense things had felt in the kitchen. but another part of him—the part that had been overthinking all night—wondered if she was okay, or if she needed something.

should he go out there? what if he made things weird?

he took a deep, quiet breath, his heart pounding in his ears. slowly, nervously, he slid his feet onto the cool floor, hesitating for one more long second before he finally stood up, quietly stepping toward his bedroom door to see if he should check on her.

he realized he couldn't just sit there anymore. his own skin felt completely flushed and hot from all the restless tossing and turning, and he desperately needed some cold water to clear his head and cool down.

taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, michael quietly turned the doorknob and stepped out into the dark hallway, wearing just his loose t-shirt and pajama pants.

but the exact moment he crossed the threshold of his bedroom, he froze.

she had just stepped out of the bathroom at that very second, and they ended up standing barely a foot away from each other, completely trapping her between the bathroom door and his own room. the hallway was narrow and cast in deep, silvery moonlight, making the sudden closeness feel incredibly intense.

michael's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes instantly widening as his hands instinctively gripped the sides of his doorframe. in the dim light, the sight of her in those short, lace-trimmed pajamas took his breath away all over again, especially with her skin still glistening slightly from the cold water. a heavy, suffocating wave of shy tension instantly locked them both in place, neither of them moving a muscle as they stared at each other in the absolute quiet of the night.

the silence in the narrow hallway was so loud she could practically hear the rapid thumping of her own heart. she stood completely frozen, her eyes wide as she looked up at him, while michael stood in his doorway, looking just as stunned and incredibly flustered.

"oh..." she whispered, her voice barely a breath in the quiet night. "i... i didn't mean to wake you up."

"you didn't," michael replied quickly, his voice dropping to a very soft, hesitant murmur. he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes shifting down to the floor for a second before drifting back up to her face. "i was... i couldn't sleep either. it's really warm tonight."

"yeah," she agreed, shifting her weight shyly from one foot to the other, acutely aware of how close they were standing. "i just came to splash some cold water on my face."

"me too," he said, a tiny, genuine smile breaking through his nervousness. he took a half-step back, creating just a bit of space, though his gaze remained totally locked onto hers. "are you... are you okay? you looked a little distracted upstairs earlier."

her cheeks instantly burned, grateful for the dim moonlight hiding her deep blush. "i'm fine. just... thinking about things."

michael let out a very soft, quiet breath that sounded almost like a sigh, his fingers nervously tapping against the doorframe. he bit his lip, his shy nature making him hesitate before he spoke again, his voice lower and full of that heavy, passive tension from earlier. "were you... thinking about the kitchen?"

her breath caught in her throat. she didn't expect him to be so direct, especially since he looked so shy. "maybe," she whispered, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "were you?"

michael's own cheeks turned a dark pink, and he looked down with a small, breathless chuckle, completely captivated. "yeah," he admitted softly, his dark eyes meeting hers again with total honesty. "i was. i couldn't get it out of my head, actually."

the confession hung heavily in the air between them, making the space feel warmer than before. they just stood there for a long moment, completely trapped in the quiet intimacy of the hallway, neither of them quite ready to break the spell and go back to bed.

the tension in the hallway suddenly became so thick you could have cut it with a knife. the simple confession that they had been thinking about each other shifted the entire atmosphere. it was no longer just awkward shyness; it was pure, electric, and palpable energy that made both of their hearts race at a completely frantic pace.

michael took a tiny, almost imperceptible step forward, stepping completely out of his room. the movement was purely instinctual, driven by an invisible magnetic pull drawing them closer. in the dead silence of the night, the sound of their breathing—now a little shorter and heavier—echoed like an intimate secret between them.

his large, dark eyes, usually so reserved, held an intense warmth under the silvery moonlight. he didn't break eye contact for a single second. his gaze slowly drifted down her face, lingering for a fraction of a second on her lips, before sliding down to the delicate lace of her pajama top. every single second felt incredibly heavy, charged with unsaid words.

she felt completely hypnotized, unable to move an inch. her skin, which had just been cooled by the water, was burning up all over again under his gaze. she could literally feel the warmth radiating off his body, standing so close that she could have easily reached out and touched his chest. her fingers nervously gripped the soft fabric of her shorts, a sudden rush of goosebumps chilling her arms.

michael ran a nervous hand through his curls, but his eyes never left hers. he tilted his head down just a fraction, his voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper that hovered only inches away from her face.

"i... i should probably let you go back to the room," he breathed, though his feet didn't move an inch. instead, his right hand came up to rest gently against the wall just above her shoulder, subtly trapping her in his space. "but i really don't want you to."

the undertone was so heavy, so loaded with a quiet, shared desire that the air completely left her lungs. they stood there, just a heartbeat away from each other, suspended in that delicious, forbidden mini tension right in front of the bedroom where his sisters were fast asleep.

she couldn't even form a proper reply. her throat felt completely dry, and her eyes darted down to his lips for a brief, agonizing second before snapping back up to meet his intense gaze. the fact that he was usually so quiet and gentle made this sudden boldness absolutely intoxicating.

michael's breathing hitched when he noticed her glance down at his mouth. his hand on the wall trembled ever so slightly, his knuckles brushing against a stray lock of her hair. he was fighting his own overwhelming shyness, his heart hammering so loudly against his ribs he was sure she could hear it in the quiet hallway. he wanted to lean in closer—he desperately wanted to—but the sheer intensity of the moment had him completely paralyzed with nerves.

"michael..." she finally whispered, her voice cracking just a little. she reached out instinctively, her fingers lightly gripping the hem of his loose t-shirt just to steady herself.

the tiny touch shot like electricity straight through him. michael let out a soft, shaky gasp, his eyes widening slightly before darkening with a heavy, uncharacteristic wave of hunger. he leaned down a fraction of an inch more, his face now so close to hers that she could feel the warm breath from his lips brushing against her skin. the scent of his clean cologne completely wrapped around her senses, making her dizzy.

they were both completely terrified of breaking the rules, completely aware that his sisters were just a few yards away, but the magnetic pull between them was overriding everything else. every cell in their bodies was screaming at them to close the tiny gap left between them.

michael slowly lowered his gaze to her lips again, his head tilting naturally as he began to lean in, his movements slow and agonizingly hesitant, giving her every chance to pull away. instead, she leaned her head back against the wall, tilting her chin up to meet him, her eyes fluttering shut in absolute anticipation as they stood on the exact precipice of their very first kiss.

the space between them completely evaporated as his lips finally, gently touched hers.

it was a soft, incredibly hesitant brush of fabric and breath. because it was their very first time, the kiss was filled with a beautiful, shaky innocence. michael’s lips were unbelievably soft, pressing against hers with a quiet, careful reverence, as if he were terrified of rushing her or waking the entire house.

a tiny, breathless gasp slipped from her mouth at the contact, and michael used that exact second to deepen the kiss just a fraction. his movements were slow and agonizingly sweet. he didn't lean in with a wild, practiced confidence; instead, his lips parted slightly, moving against hers with a shy, tentative curiosity that made her knees go completely weak.

her fingers tightened around the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him just a millimeter closer. that tiny encouragement was all he needed. michael let out a low, shaky sigh into the kiss, his heart hammering wildly against her chest. the hand that had been resting on the wall slowly slid down, his long, slender fingers trembling slightly as they gently brushed against the side of her neck, his thumb resting right over her racing pulse point.

the kiss was sweet, slow, and completely intoxicated by their mutual shyness. every time their lips moved together, it felt like a quiet conversation, a shared secret in the dark hallway. when he finally, slowly pulled back just an inch, his lips lingered for one last, teasing second before he opened his eyes.

michael was completely breathless, his cheeks flushed a deep, dark pink in the moonlight. he kept his hand resting softly against her neck, his dark eyes looking down at her with a mixture of awe, nerves, and absolute captivation, neither of them knowing exactly what to say after the spell they had just broken.

the heavy silence returned to the hallway, but it felt entirely different now. the shy, breathless rush of the kiss hung in the air, leaving them both standing completely frozen, staring at each other with wide, wide-awake eyes.

it was completely obvious that neither of them was going back to sleep anytime soon. their adrenaline was pumping way too fast, and the absolute electricity between them had shattered any chance of tiredness. but because they were both so naturally shy, they just stood there in the dim moonlight, shifting nervously, completely at a loss for words. michael’s hand slowly slipped from her neck, his fingers nervously curling into his palm as his face burned a deep crimson. he looked down, then back up, biting his lip as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to break the ice.

the awkward, beautiful tension was building up again, and the fear of one of his sisters cracking open their bedroom door at any second was starting to become overwhelming.

suddenly, caught up in a sudden, bold rush of adrenaline, she didn't even think.

before her nerves could stop her, she reached out, her hands flattening against michael's chest. with a quick, decisive shove, she pushed him backward right into his own bedroom. michael let out a soft, surprised gasp, his long legs stumbling back a couple of steps into the dark room as he completely lost his balance for a split second.

she quickly stepped inside right behind him, grabbed the edge of his bedroom door, and pulled it shut until it clicked softly into place.

the room plunged into near-total darkness, save for the faint moonlight cutting through his window blinds. they were now completely isolated from the rest of the house, locked together in his private space, and michael’s jaw dropped just a fraction in sheer, flustered shock at how fast she had just taken control of the situation.

michael was completely frozen in the middle of his room, his back against the edge of his desk where he had stumbled. his eyes were wide, staring at her through the shadows as she leaned back against the closed door, her hands still resting on the doorknob. the click of the lock felt incredibly loud in the silence of his bedroom.

"oh god," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as the sudden rush of bravery completely drained out of her, leaving her entirely flustered. "i'm sorry... i just... i thought i heard someone moving upstairs, and i panicked."

michael didn't say anything for a long second, his throat completely dry. the darkness of the room amplified everything—the sound of their heavy breathing, the faint scent of his cologne, and the absolute reality that she was now in his room, wearing those pastel pajamas, with the door shut.

slowly, he let out a soft, shaky breath, his shoulders dropping as a tiny, incredibly shy smile broke across his face. "it's... it's okay," he murmured, his voice dropping to that deep, velvety pitch that always made her knees weak. he took a cautious step forward, his bare feet making no sound on the carpet. "you just... you caught me off guard."

"are you mad?" she asked, her heart hammering against her ribs as she looked up at him through the dark.

"mad?" michael let out a quiet, breathless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks burned a dark crimson. "no. no, i'm not mad at all. i'm just... really glad you're in here."

he stopped just a foot away from her, the familiar, intoxicating closeness from the hallway returning instantly. but here, behind closed doors, the tension felt different. it was safer, more intimate, but twice as intense. michael nervously reached out, his long fingers hesitating in the air for a fraction of a second before he gently took her hand, his palm warm and slightly damp from his own nerves.

"my heart is beating so fast right now," he whispered honestly, his eyes locking onto hers with a quiet intensity. he guided her slowly away from the door, toward the edge of his bed, his shyness still completely visible in the way he kept biting his lip, yet he wasn't letting go of her hand. "sit with me? just... so we can talk. without having to hide in the hallway."

she nodded softly, letting him guide her across the room. every single step felt like they were walking on eggshells, the mutual shyness making the air between them thick and heavy again.

they sat down on the edge of his mattress at the exact same time. but because they were both so incredibly nervous and caught up in the rush of the moment, they didn't calculate the distance right—they sat down so close that their thighs were completely pressed together.

the contact sent a literal jolt of electricity through both of them. michael stiffened slightly, his breath hitching audibly in the dark room, but he didn't move away. not even a millimeter.

he was sitting so close that she could feel the intense, radiating heat coming off his body, completely wrapping around her. the scent of his skin was overwhelming. michael’s hands were resting on his knees, his long fingers twitching nervously as he stared down at them, his face burning a deep, dark crimson that he tried to hide by tilting his head down.

"i... i've never felt like this before," michael whispered into the shadows, his voice so low and velvety it was barely audible. he slowly turned his head to look at her, their faces now only inches apart because of how close they were sitting.

his dark eyes were wide, glittering with a mix of absolute vulnerability and pure desire. he nervously swallowed, his gaze dropping down to her lips for a lingering, heavy second before snapping back to her eyes. she could see his chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths. the sheer physical closeness was intoxicating; she could feel the exact rhythm of his racing heart vibrating right next to her, and the urge to close that tiny, remaining gap between their lips was driving them both completely crazy.

the suffocating silence between them stretched on, heavy and electric, until michael finally broke it. he cleared his throat, a tiny, nervous sound, and slowly shifted his gaze away from her face, his eyes drifting down to her lap before traveling up the pastel fabric of her pajamas.

"i, um..." he started, his voice cracking slightly before he dropped it into a quiet, breathless murmur. he rubbed the back of his neck, his knuckles practically brushing against her shoulder because of how close they were sitting. "i couldn't help but notice your... your pajamas earlier. in the hallway."

she felt her face instantly flush hot all over again. "oh. really?"

"yeah," michael whispered, a beautiful, incredibly shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson. he looked down at his own hands, his long fingers nervously wrapping around each other. "they're... they're really pretty on you. the pastel color, and the lace... it's just really delicate. you look beautiful."

he looked back up through his eyelashes, his dark eyes wide and completely sincere, filled with that raw vulnerability that always took her breath away. he nervously bit his lower lip, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her eyes.

"when you were standing under the moonlight out there," he confessed, his voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper that was meant only for the two of them, "with the water still a little wet on your skin... i just completely forgot how to breathe. i couldn't look away."

her breath completely hitched in her throat at his words. the sweet confession made the air in the room feel twice as warm, and the intense closeness between them became completely unbearable.

neither of them could take the distance anymore.

slowly, almost magnetically, michael started to tilt his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a quiet, undeniable intensity. he didn't rush; his movements were slow, hesitant, and completely filled with that deep, agonizing shyness that made every millimeter feel like an eternity. his face began to inch closer to hers, his warm, shallow breaths now directly brushing against her cheek, sending a frantic rush of goosebumps down her neck.

she didn't pull away. instead, she leaned forward just a fraction, her eyes mirroring the exact same heavy desire.

as their faces drew closer and closer, the extreme proximity was intoxicating. michael’s gaze drifted down to her lips, his lower lip trembling slightly as he nervously bit it before letting it go. his right hand, still resting on his knee, slowly slid across the mattress, his long, slender fingers trembling as they brushed against the side of her thigh, silently seeking her support.

they were so close now that the tips of their noses gently grazed against each other in the dark room. the absolute electricity between them was popping, their frantic heartbeats practically melting into one wild rhythm as they hovered just a single breath away from each other, completely trapped in the beautiful, suffocating tension.

the tiny gap between them completely vanished as their lips met for the second time, but the hesitation from before was gone, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming wave of shared desire.

the kiss started soft, but as the intense tension finally broke, it deepened instantly. their mutual shyness was still there, but it was being completely overridden by a frantic, breathless curiosity.

for the very first time, their hands couldn't stay still.

michael let out a low, shaky gasp into her mouth as his right hand finally left the mattress. his long, slender fingers trembled as they slid up her arm, his palm burning hot against her bare skin before wrapping gently around the back of her neck. his fingers tangled directly into her hair, gripping it softly to pull her closer, while his other hand came up to rest flat against her waist, his thumb tracing the soft fabric of her pajama top. the sudden, intimate touch sent a violent jolt of electricity straight down his spine.

she couldn't help herself either. her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, heavy thumping of his heart, before her fingers wrapped around his shoulders and slid up to the nape of his neck, pulling him down into the kiss.

because it was their absolute first time experiencing something this intense, the sheer physical sensation left them both completely stupefied.

when their lips finally parted for air, they didn't pull away completely. they stayed hovered just an inch apart, their foreheads resting against each other, both of them completely breathless and dazed. michael’s dark eyes fluttered open, wide and filled with absolute wonder and a trace of beautiful shock. his hand was still resting on her waist, his fingers twitching slightly as if he couldn't believe he was actually allowed to touch her like this. they just stared at each other in the dim moonlight, completely stunned and utterly captivated by the realization of what they had just done.

the heat in the room completely boiled over as their lips crashed together again. this time, the polite, tentative boundaries they had kept up out of sheer shyness completely dissolved.

michael let out a soft, defeated groan against her mouth, entirely giving up his usual hesitation. instead of trying to control his nerves, he completely surrendered to the moment, letting her take the lead as his long fingers gripped her waist a little tighter, silently begging her not to stop.

driven by a sudden, intoxicating rush of adrenaline, she didn't even think about her next move. it was entirely instinctual.

she shifted her weight forward, her body naturally following the momentum of the kiss. as she leaned into him, michael's shoulders began to give way, tilting backward onto the mattress. she kept her lips locked onto his, crawling forward until she was completely hovering over him, her knees sliding to either side of his hips until she was sitting directly on his lap.

with one final, breathless tilt of his head, michael collapsed completely flat onto his back beneath her.

the transition was seamless and utterly dizzying. michael lay stretched out on the bed, completely pinned beneath her smaller frame, his chest heaving up and down in short, frantic gasps. his dark curls were scattered wildly across his pillow, and his face was a deep, burning crimson in the shadows. his hands had slid from her waist down to her thighs, his fingers trembling violently against her skin as he looked up at her from below, his large eyes wide with a mixture of absolute shock, submission, and total captivation at how completely she had just taken over.

the kiss turned deeper, heavier, and completely consuming. with her sitting directly on his lap, every single point of contact between their bodies was magnified a thousand times over. the initial shock of the position faded, leaving behind a raw, suffocating wave of heat that filled the tiny space between them.

as she shifted slightly against him, her body pressing closer to his hips, she suddenly froze into the kiss.

right beneath her, through the thin, soft layers of their pajama fabric, she could clearly feel that michael was hard. the undeniable physical proof of his excitement was pressed directly against her, firm and burning hot.

michael let out a sharp, choked gasp straight into her mouth, his entire body going completely rigid beneath her. a deep, dark flush instantly rushed from his neck all the way up to his cheeks, turning his face a violent shade of crimson in the shadows. he was so naturally shy that the sudden realization that she could feel everything completely paralyzed him with an intense, beautiful embarrassment.

his hands, which had been resting on her thighs, gripped her fabric tightly, his long fingers trembling violently. he didn't try to move away—he couldn't even if he wanted to—but his eyes fluttered open, wide and dark, looking up at her from the pillow with a mixture of absolute vulnerability, shock, and a quiet, pleading desire that showed just how deeply she was driving him completely crazy.

the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room completely shifted as the initial shock faded into pure, unadulterated instinct.

michael lay pinned beneath her, his chest heaving with every frantic breath, his heart hammering so loudly she could feel it vibrating against her own ribs. the intense shyness that usually paralyzed him suddenly morphed into a quiet, desperate boldness. he couldn't just lie there anymore; the feel of her body pressed directly against his excitement was driving him completely out of his mind.

slowly, his long, slender fingers tightened their grip on her hips, his palms burning hot against the fabric of her shorts.

with a soft, shaky gasp into the kiss, michael slightly arched his back. his hands guided her waist, gently pulling her forward and then pushing down, forcing her to slide just an inch over him. the friction of their bodies rubbing together through the thin pajama fabric was so sudden and intensely sharp that a loud, breathless moan escaped her throat, echoing softly in the dark bedroom.

michael let out a deep, choked groan against her lips at the sound, completely losing his grip on his restraint.

his hips moved again, this time a little more fluidly, a little more demanding, as he began to dictate the slow, heavy rhythm beneath her. he kept his eyes locked onto hers, wide and dark with a wild, vulnerable hunger, watching her reaction in the dim moonlight. every tiny, calculated movement he made forced her to grind directly against his hardness, sending violent jolts of electricity straight down both of their spines and destroying whatever little innocence they had left.

she completely gave in, letting his hands completely control the slow, heavy rhythm of her hips. every single time he guided her to slide down against him, the intense friction against his hardness sent a sharp, intoxicating wave of pleasure straight through her core.

the sensation was so overwhelming that a loud, breathless whimper started to climb up her throat. desperate to keep quiet and terrified of making too much noise in the house, she quickly bit down hard on her own lower lip, trying to stifle the sound as her head tilted back, her eyes fluttering shut.

michael noticed instantly. his dark eyes widened, staring up at her through the shadows, completely mesmerized and driven crazy by the sight of her biting her lip to hold back her groans. his hands tightened on her waist, his thumbs digging into her skin as he arched his hips up one more time, making her grind directly against him.

"m-michael..." she gasped out, her voice trembling and completely breathless as she looked down at him, her hands clutching his shoulders for support. "what... what are you doing?"

michael let out a deep, broken sigh, his head rolling back slightly against the pillow. his face was burning a dark, violent crimson, and his chest was heaving up and down at a frantic pace.

"i... i don't know," michael whispered honestly, his voice dropping into a shaky, velvet murmur that was filled with absolute vulnerability. he looked back up at her, his eyes dark and completely wide with a mix of beautiful confusion and raw desire. "i don't know... but it feels so good. please don't stop."

michael was trying just as hard to stay completely quiet, but it was getting entirely impossible.

the sound of her muffled whimpers and the sight of her biting her lip was pushing him completely over the edge. he clamped his own mouth shut, his jaw clenching so hard that the muscles in his face went completely tight. every time his hips arched up underneath her, forcing that slow, friction-filled rub between them, a deep, heavy groan would threaten to burst out of his chest.

to stop himself from making a sound that could wake up the entire house, michael buried his face directly into the crook of her neck.

his hot, frantic breaths were uneven, burning against her bare skin as he let out a series of sharp, muffled gasps right against her collarbone. his long fingers dug even deeper into her waist, his grip trembling violently as he tried to anchor himself against the overwhelming waves of pleasure. he was moving beneath her with a desperate, quiet intensity now, his eyes squeezed tightly shut in the darkness as he fought to keep his voice trapped inside his throat, every single breath he took turning into a shaky, silent plea against her skin.

she buried her fingers into his dark, messy curls, pulling his head even closer against her neck as another wave of intense heat rushed through her. the feeling of his mouth against her skin and the slow, heavy rhythm of his hips underneath her was completely overwhelming.

"it... it feels so good for me too, michael," she whimpered into the darkness, her voice breaking into a shaky, breathless whisper right next to his ear.

hearing her admission completely destroyed whatever little restraint he had left. michael let out a muffled, trembling gasp directly against her collarbone, his entire body shuddering beneath her smaller frame. knowing that she was feeling the exact same incredible pleasure made his heart race even faster, and his hands gripped her waist with a sudden, desperate strength, guiding her to move against his hardness with a faster, deeper intensity that left them both completely breathless and dizzy.

the frantic pace of their movements was driving them both completely out of their minds, and michael’s hands, driven entirely by pure, raw instinct, finally began to wander.

his grip on her waist loosened just a fraction as his long, slender fingers started to slide slowly upward. his palms were burning hot against the fabric of her pastel pajama top, tracing the curve of her ribs as they moved higher and higher. michael was trembling so violently that he could barely keep his hands steady, his breath catching sharply in his throat as he realized exactly what he was about to do.

before his courage could fade, his hand slid up completely, his palm gently cupping her chest right over the soft fabric.

the moment his fingers brushed against her breast, a loud, muffled gasp escaped michael's throat, buried deep in the crook of her neck. his entire body shuddered underneath her, and his eyes flew wide open in the darkness, filled with absolute shock and a trace of beautiful fear at his own boldness. his hand stayed there, frozen for a split second in pure amazement, before his fingers instinctively flexed, squeezing her softly through the thin material.

the touch sent a massive jolt of electricity straight down her spine, making her arch her back into his hand as a breathless whimper slipped past her lips. hearing her reaction, michael let out another deep, shaky groan against her skin, his thumb starting to brush gently across the tip of her breast while his hips kept up that agonizingly slow, friction-filled rub beneath her, pushing both of them completely over the edge of control.

the overwhelming pleasure of his touch was immediately followed by a sudden, sharp realization that crashed over his mind, making his heart race even faster with pure panic.

she was his sisters' close friend.

he knew, with absolute certainty, that what they were doing was completely wrong. if his sisters ever found out that he had their best friend pinned down on his bed like this, touching her so intimately in the middle of the night, it would be an absolute disaster. he was supposed to be the responsible one, the one who kept his distance, but looking up at her face in the dim moonlight completely shattered all his willpower. he knew it was bad, he knew he shouldn't be doing it, but the feeling of her body on top of his was a temptation he simply could not resist. he was completely powerless against it.

and she was trapped in the exact same internal battle.

she knew she was crossing a major line by being in his bedroom, doing these things with her friends' brother. the guilt should have made her pull away, but every single time his long fingers squeezed her chest or his hips arched up beneath her, all those logical thoughts completely melted away. she couldn't stop herself either. the mutual realization of how forbidden this was only added a dangerous, intoxicating layer to the tension, making them both crave each other even more desperately as they abandoned every single rule they were supposed to follow.

the agonizing friction between their bodies continued to blur every single line of restraint, and as his hips arched up once more, michael felt something that completely short-circuited his brain.

through the two thin, damp layers of their pajama fabric, he could clearly feel a deep, spreading wetness coming from her.

the realization that she was completely soaked for him hit him like a physical blow. it drove him completely, utterly insane. his breath caught violently in his throat, and his dark eyes snapped wide open, staring up at her in the dim light with a wild, dazed intensity. the pure, intoxicating proof of her desire destroyed whatever little shyness he had left, replacing it with a sudden, overwhelming wave of dark confidence.

his hands gripped her waist with a sudden, bruising tightness, pinning her hips firmly against his hardness so she couldn't pull away.

"y-you're..." michael choked out, his voice dropping into a deep, incredibly raspy whisper that trembled with pure arousal. he swallowed hard, a dark flush covering his entire face as he looked straight into her eyes. "you're so wet right here... through your clothes."

she froze, her face burning a violent crimson, but michael didn't let her hide. he arched his hips up again, deliberately sliding his hardness directly against that damp, burning spot, making them both let out a muffled, breathless groan.

"that means you like it," he murmured against her lips, his voice trembling but laced with a quiet, desperate triumph. "you like what i'm doing to you, don't you?"

she swallowed hard, her heart hammering so violently against her ribs she was certain he could feel it. his blunt, whispered words left her completely exposed, and the sheer embarrassment mixed with the intense pleasure made her head spin.

"y-yes..." she breathed out, her voice nothing more than a faint, shaky whisper directly against his ear. she buried her face in his neck to muffle her voice, terrified that even the quietest sound would echo through the hallway. "yes, michael... i love it. it feels so incredible."

hearing her confession, completely raw and vulnerable in the dark, made michael let out a sharp, trembling gasp. his fingers dug even deeper into her hips, his knuckles turning white as he anchored her to him.

"be quiet... please," she whispered desperately against his skin, her lips brushing his neck as she bit down on her lip again to hold back a sudden, heavy whimper. "someone... someone might hear us."

michael’s whole body shuddered underneath her at her plea. he nodded frantically against her shoulder, his jaw clenching so hard it hurt as he fought to suppress the deep, ragged groan building in his chest. he completely understood the danger, but the feeling of her damp pajama fabric pressing tightly against his hardness was driving him too far gone. holding his breath, he tilted his hips up again in a slow, agonizingly deep slide, forcing them both into a suffocating, breathless silence as they tried to survive the overwhelming heat without making a single sound.

the sound of her timid voice, that weak, trembling "yes" crashing against his ear, completely made michael lose his mind. but what was driving him absolutely crazy, more than anything else, was watching her struggle with all her might to not make a sound.

feeling her bury her face against his neck to stifle her cries, hearing her let out tiny, broken whimpers trapped at the back of her throat, and seeing her cruelly bite her lower lip in the shadows... all of it acted like the most powerful aphrodisiac on him. this total vulnerability, this mixture of panic and pure pleasure, was pushing him straight over the edge.

the more she tried to hide, the more michael's excitement skyrocketed, becoming almost painful.

"j-just like that..." he murmured in a tiny, breathless whisper, his voice broken by a shiver that shook his entire frame.

he raised a trembling hand to caress her cheek, his fingers sliding gently down to her mouth to delicately touch her bitten lip, silently urging her to release it so he could catch her complaints. with his other hand, he pressed her even more firmly against him. the fact that she had to hold back her groans made every single rub, every movement of the hips he forced upon her, a thousand times more intense. he deliberately played with that limit, slowing down the rhythm and then picking it right back up, cruelly savoring the tiny, broken sighs she couldn't manage to keep inside, which died directly against his burning skin.

her fingers dug deeper into the soft fabric of his shirt as he picked up the pace beneath her, his hips moving in a rhythmic, torturous friction that had them both completely gasping for air.

every single time she tried to swallow a groan, her entire body would shudder, and michael would feel that sharp, exquisite contraction right against his hardness. it was a beautiful, agonizing feedback loop. the tighter she clamped her jaw, the more his fingers bruised her hips, pushing her down onto him to force another stifled sound out of her.

"please," she whimpered, her voice cracking as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. "michael, i can't... it's too much."

"i know," he breathed back, his own voice completely wrecked, rough and uncharacteristically dark. "i know, sweetie... just stay right here. don't move away from me."

he was completely blind to everything else now—the risk, the house, his sisters sleeping just down the hall—none of it mattered compared to the damp, scorching heat spreading between their pajamas. shifted by pure instinct, michael slid his hands from her waist down to the back of her thighs, lifting her slightly just to bring her down harder against him.

the sudden, deeper impact made her eyes snap wide open, a sharp, high-pitched gasp slipping past her lips before she could stop it. michael caught the sound directly with his own mouth, leaning up to kiss her frantically, drinking in her whimpers and her taste as they completely melted into the quiet, breathless rhythm of the dark room.

the slow, agonizing friction between them was no longer enough. the thin layers of their pajama fabric felt less like clothing and more like a cruel barrier keeping them apart, and they both could feel the sudden, undeniable shift in the air. they wanted more. they wanted to go completely all the way.

michael’s breath hitched as a heavy, desperate ache settled deep in his chest. his hands, still trembling violently against the back of her thighs, tightened instinctively, pulling her hips down against his hardness with a sudden, needy force. he wanted to strip away the clothes, to feel her bare skin against his, to completely lose himself in her. the fear of getting caught and the intense shyness that usually governed him were completely gone, burned away by a raw, overwhelming urge to take this as far as it could possibly go.

she felt it too, a fierce, hollow ache pooling deep inside her that demanded to be filled.

she stopped trying to hold herself back. leaning down, she pressed her chest entirely flat against his, her heartbeat racing frantically against his own. she began to shift her hips on him with a new, deliberate urgency, non-verbally telling him exactly what she was craving. they were both completely dazed, hovering on the exact edge of a point of no return, both of them silently silently consenting to cross the final line into the darkness together.

the heavy, suffocating tension reached a breaking point where words couldn't be avoided anymore. michael’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his lips brushing against her ear as he struggled to find his voice through the sheer intensity of his nerves.

"can i..." he choked out, his whisper incredibly soft, trembling with a mixture of intense shyness and desperate desire.

his hands slid up from her thighs, his long, warm fingers resting gently against the waistband of her pajama shorts. he didn't pull them down; he just held her there, his large, dark eyes looking up at her in the dim light, completely wide and pleading for permission.

"can i try... try it with you? please?" he murmured, his face burning a violent crimson as he explicitly asked to cross that final line. "i want to... so bad. if you want to."

she stared down at him, her heart doing a violent flip at his raw, honest question. the gravity of what they were about to do settled over her, making her voice shake even more than before.

"michael..." she whispered, leaning down so her lips almost touched his. "i want to. but... this is my first time. i've never done this before."

michael’s eyes widened slightly in the dark, a soft, breathless gasp leaving his lips. the confession didn't make him pull away; instead, a wave of pure tenderness and a strange, comforting relief washed over his face, softening the intense hunger in his eyes.

"really?" he murmured, his voice dropping into the gentlest, most vulnerable whisper. he swallowed hard, his grip on her waistband loosening just enough to caress her hip softly. "it... it is for me too. i've never done this with anyone."

the admission hung beautifully in the quiet space between them. the world's biggest superstar, pinned beneath her in the dark, admitting his own innocence. knowing that they were both standing on the edge of the exact same unknown territory completely erased the lingering fear, binding them together in a sudden, deep trust as they prepared to take that huge step together.

she nodded slowly, the weight of their mutual secret making her heart pound even faster against her ribs. she leaned down until her forehead was resting against his, her breath warm against his cheek.

"okay," she breathed, her voice a tiny, barely audible thread of sound. "but... we have to be so careful. we have to be even more quiet now, michael. promise me."

michael nodded frantically against the pillow, his long fingers instantly tightening around her waist to pull her closer, as if physically anchoring them both to the promise of absolute silence.

"i promise, i promise," he whispered back desperately, his voice cracking with emotion.

he swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he tried to prepare himself for what was coming. the stakes felt impossibly high now, but the pure, overwhelming connection of sharing their very first time together made the risk entirely worth it. holding his breath, he slowly began to guide her shorts down her hips, both of them freezing at every tiny rustle of fabric, completely locked in a tense, suffocating silence as they prepared to cross the line.

every single movement had to be completely slow and deliberate now. holding his breath, michael wrapped his long arms securely around her waist, his touch incredibly gentle as he prepared to shift their positions.

with absolute care, he rolled them over together on the mattress, making sure the heavy blankets muffled the slight creak of the bed springs. she felt a sudden, dizzying rush of air as she was lifted, and a second later, she was the one lying flat on her back against the soft pillows, with michael's tall, slender frame hovering completely over her.

he rested his weight on his forearms on either side of her head, careful not to crush her, his chest heaving silently against hers.

looking down at her in the dim moonlight, his dark eyes were completely wide, filled with a mixture of raw reverence and absolute nerves. being on top made everything feel intensely real, the heavy heat of his body pinning her down and leaving them both completely exposed to the unfamiliar territory they were about to explore together.

hovering over her in the quiet room, michael completely froze, his breath catching so hard in his throat it felt like his heart had stopped entirely.

the view of her lying beneath him in the dim moonlight was completely breathtaking. with her dark hair splayed out across his pillows, her cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, and her lips slightly parted as she gasped for air, she looked more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. the shadows cast a soft glow over her bare shoulders and the gentle rise and fall of her chest, making the moment feel almost sacred to him.

he was completely, utterly transfixed.

his large, expressive eyes widened as he drank in every single detail, a wave of profound reverence washing over his face and melting away a fraction of his frantic nervousness. he felt incredibly small, yet unbelievably lucky, to be the only person in the world looking at her like this. his gaze dropped to her lips, then drifted back up to meet her eyes, his entire body trembling slightly from the sheer emotional weight of the view before him.

sensing the weight of her eyes on him, michael swallows hard, his face burning an even deeper shade of crimson. he slowly shifts his weight, sitting back on his knees just enough to give himself room, though he never takes his gaze off her for more than a second.

with trembling fingers, he reaches down to the hem of his pajama shirt. his movements are incredibly hesitant, a textbook display of his deep, natural shyness. he hesitates for a long moment, his knuckles brushing against his stomach, before he slowly lifts the fabric up and pulls the shirt over his head, discarding it quietly onto the edge of the mattress.

without the shirt, his tall, slender frame is completely exposed to the dim moonlight. his shoulders are lean, his chest rising and falling in rapid, silent breaths that reveal just how fast his heart is racing.

he pauses again, his hands hovering nervously over the waistband of his pajama pants. he looks down at her, his large, dark eyes filled with a beautiful, raw vulnerability, silently checking to make sure she's still okay with every single step he takes. slowly, carefully, and without making a sound, he slides the remaining fabric down his long legs, completely shedding his final defense and leaving himself just as exposed and vulnerable as she is.

returning to her side, he hovered over her once more, the sudden heat of his bare skin against hers sending a massive jolt of electricity through both of their bodies. for a second, neither of them moved, just listening to the synchronized, frantic racing of their hearts in the absolute quiet of the room.

then, michael leaned down and closed the final distance between them.

their lips met in a kiss that was completely different from before—it was deeper, heavier, and charged with the raw knowledge of what they were about to share. michael’s mouth was burning hot against hers, his lips parting softly to drink in her quiet gasp. it started off incredibly tender and hesitant, a gentle tasting born from his natural shyness, but as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, the kiss instantly deepened.

he let out a low, shaky vibration against her mouth, a soundless moan of pure surrender.

his long fingers slid into her hair, gripping the strands gently to tilt her head just right, deepening the angle of the kiss. they moved together in perfect, breathless harmony, their tongues tangling in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that completely erased the outside world. the kiss became their lifeline, a way to pour all their overwhelming love, desire, and anxiety into one single point of contact, while keeping them both completely locked in the silent, forbidden safety of the dark.

breaking the kiss for just a fraction of a second to catch his breath, michael rested his forehead against hers, his eyes completely dark and hooded with intense desire. slowly, deliberately, he let his hands begin to wander.

his long, slender fingers started at her bare shoulders, his palms burning hot against her skin. he traced the delicate line of her collarbone, his touch so light and careful it felt like a silent reassurance, a way to make sure she was still with him at every single step. a full-body shiver ran through him as he slid his hands down the sides of her ribs, his thumbs lightly brushing against the sensitive skin there.

every time her breath hitched, his hands would freeze for a second, his large eyes scanning her face in the moonlight to check on her before he kept going.

gaining a little more confidence from her warm response, his hands wandered lower, mapping out the gentle curve of her waist. his palms smoothed over her hips, pulling her body just a fraction closer to his bare chest so he could feel the frantic, rhythmic pounding of her heart against his own. it was a slow, intoxicating exploration, his hands memorizing every single inch of her shape in the absolute silence of the bedroom.

breaking the kiss just enough to look at her again, michael rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming in shallow, uneven pants. his large, expressive eyes scanned her face, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and her dark hair completely fanned out across his pillow.

"you're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice incredibly low and raspy, trembling with an intensity that came straight from his heart.

he brought one hand up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb softly brushing over her warm skin. his gaze drifted down her body, taking in the soft contours of her silhouette in the dim moonlight before returning to meet her eyes.

"you're completely magnificent like this... i can't even breathe," he murmured against her lips, his fingers sliding into her hair to hold her close. the sheer awe in his voice made the words feel like a sacred promise, entirely stripped of any pretense, leaving only the raw, breathless truth of how deeply she captivated him in the quiet darkness.

the agonizing wait and the intense closeness had pushed them both to a point where they couldn't endure the distance for another second. hovering directly over her, michael’s breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, his entire body trembling from the sheer effort of holding himself back. he slid his hands down to frame her face, his long fingers tangling gently in her hair as he tilted his head down, his dark eyes wide, dark, and completely consumed by a desperate, protective tenderness.

"can i..." he choked out, his whisper so low it was almost lost in the quiet room. his throat swallowed hard as he explicitly forced the words out, his face burning with a beautiful, raw shyness. "can i enter you now? please, sweetie... i want to be inside you so bad."

hearing his raw request broke the last shred of her restraint. she looked up into his eyes, her gaze completely clouded with a heavy, overwhelming desire that had become almost painful to bear.

"yes," she breathed out, the word escaping her lips as a soft, slightly begging whine. she arched her hips up just a fraction against him, her fingers digging desperately into his shoulders. "yes, michael... please. now. i can't take it anymore."

her pleading tone sent a violent shiver straight down michael's spine. the raw vulnerability of her voice, combined with her explicit permission, completely shattered his remaining control, leaving them both completely breathless as he prepared to finally cross that final, sacred line.

holding his breath, michael slowly slid his weight down between her thighs, his long body trembling with an intensity he had never felt before. the absolute silence of the room made every single heartbeat feel like a thunderclap against his ribs.

with his face burning a deep, feverish crimson, he reached down between them. his fingers were shaking violently as his hand closed around his length, his touch incredibly hesitant. it was a completely surreal sensation—the intense, throbbing heat of himself held in his own hand, completely bare and exposed to the quiet night.

slowly, with agonizing care, he guided himself forward until the very tip of his warmth brushed directly against her opening.

the initial point of contact was completely electric. just that tiny, feather-light touch sent a massive jolt straight up his spine, making his vision blur for a fraction of a second. for her, the sensation was just as overwhelming—a sudden, blooming heat right at the threshold, a soft, damp friction that felt incredibly large and intimidating, yet intensely desired.

he didn't push forward. because it was their very first time, he simply held himself right there, hovering at the absolute edge of her. the hypersensitive skin of his tip rested gently against her, feeling the frantic, fluttering pulse of her body welcoming his heat.

"oh god..." michael whispered, a tiny, broken gasp escaping his lips.

he froze completely, his arms locking on either side of her head as he looked down into her eyes. his chest was heaving silently, his raw, dark gaze completely locked onto hers, making sure she was breathing through the sudden, intense rush of nerves as they both hovered on the exact precipice of becoming one. taking a deep, shaky breath, michael braced his weight on his forearms, his eyes locked completely onto hers as he made the conscious choice to move forward.

with agonizing slowness, he began to push inward.

the immediate sensation was unlike anything either of them had ever imagined. for michael, it felt like being pulled into a tight, incredibly hot, and velvety glove that wrapped around his sensitive skin with a breathtaking pressure. the sheer warmth of her body enveloping him made his head spin, a low, helpless gasp dying at the back of his throat as he forced himself to stay completely in control, moving only millimeter by millimeter.

for her, the feeling was a sudden, intense fullness that stretched her open, a deep, heavy warmth that filled the ache inside her with a stunning reality. it was tight—almost painfully so at first—making her jaw clench automatically as her body adjusted to the unfamiliar weight and shape of him taking up space inside her.

"shh... just breathe, sweetie, just breathe," michael whispered, his voice completely wrecked and cracking with emotion as he felt her body tense slightly.

he stopped moving entirely, burying his face in the crook of her neck, letting her get used to the initial stretch. he could feel the frantic, rhythmic pulsing of her walls squeezing tightly around him, a sensation so incredibly intimate and intense that a violent shiver ran through his entire length.

slowly, as she let out a long, trembling breath and relaxed beneath him, he pushed just a fraction deeper, discovering the intoxicating friction of their skin sliding together for the very first time. they were completely suspended in the quiet darkness, both of them overwhelmed by the raw, magnificent reality of finally being connected, one slow, careful inch at a time.

the intense tightness of her body was almost too much for him to handle. as he pushed a fraction deeper, the sheer, crushing warmth of her walls enveloping his sensitive skin triggered a sensation so acute, so entirely overwhelming, that his control completely fractured.

"ah... oh god..."

the sound slipped past his lips before he could stop it—a low, helpless, and completely broken groan that vibrated deep in his chest. he instantly buried his face in the pillow right next to her ear, his teeth clenching hard as he tried to swallow the rest of the sound, terrified of being too loud but completely powerless against what he was feeling.

it felt entirely incredible. because it was his very first time, he had never known that a sensation could be this pure, this intensely hot and demanding. the way her body gripped him so tightly, molding perfectly to his length with every millimeter he moved, was sending waves of sweet, agonizing friction straight up his spine.

his long fingers dug desperately into the mattress on either side of her head, his knuckles turning white as his hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch forward, sinking just a little bit further into her breathtaking warmth. he was completely dazed, completely undone by the magnificent reality of how tight and perfect she felt around him.

hearing his broken groan right next to her ear, combined with the deep, slow movement of him filling her completely, it became impossible for her to hold back anymore.

"mhnn..."

a soft, breathless whimper escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender that she tried to muffle by biting down on her lower lip. the sensation of him sliding against her tight, sensitive walls was completely intoxicating, a wave of intense heat that rippled straight through her core and made her toes curl against the sheets.

hearing her voice, michael’s entire body went rigid for a split second. his eyes snapped open, looking down at her through the dark, completely wide and burning with a new, dark intensity. the sound of her groaning because of him, because of what his body was doing to hers, sent a violent rush of adrenaline straight to his heart.

it was the ultimate confirmation that she was feeling the exact same beautiful, overwhelming pleasure, breaking down the last of his hesitation as they melted completely into the rhythm of their very first time.

the shared vulnerability of their voices completely broke the dam. holding his breath, michael slowly, carefully pulled back just a fraction of an inch before sinking back into her, establishing a very slow, incredibly gentle rhythm of movement.

every single glide of his skin against hers was pure fire. the friction of her tight warmth wrapping around him with each slow push was so intense that they both felt entirely overwhelmed.

"mmh..." michael choked out a muffled groan, his eyes instantly widening in panic as the sound slipped out.

he immediately reacted, burying his face directly into the crook of her neck. his lips pressed hard against her skin, using her shoulder to physically smother the quiet, breathless sounds that kept threatening to tear from his throat. his entire body was trembling, his long muscles locked tight as he tried to absorb the sheer pleasure without making a sound.

she was struggling just as hard. as he slid deeper, a sharp, incredibly sweet wave of sensation hit her, forcing a soft gasp up her throat. she instantly clamped her hand over her own mouth, her fingers pressing tightly against her lips to stifle the whimper that followed.

they lay completely locked together in the dark, the room completely quiet except for the rustle of the sheets and the heavy, synchronized sound of their frantic breathing. every slow, shallow movement was a battle against their own voices, their bodies melting into an intoxicating, silent rhythm as they fought to hide every single breath and groan from the rest of the world.

the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside her, combined with the agonizing effort to stay quiet, became too much to bear. she needed to anchor herself to him, to the reality of who was holding her so gently in the dark.

she wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck, pulling him down until his ear was right against her lips.

"michael..." she breathed out, her voice a tiny, trembling whisper that was thick with emotion and desire.

hearing his own name slip from her lips in that desperate, intimate way hit him harder than any of the physical sensations. michael’s entire body shuddered, a soft, fractured gasp escaping him against her skin. his rhythm broke for a second as he froze, his fingers digging into the mattress as if he were trying to keep from completely losing control right then and there.

it was the sweetest, most vulnerable sound he had ever heard, and it made him press his hips forward just a fraction deeper, completely undone by the way she said his name in the quiet darkness.

he buried his face deeper into her hair, his eyes squeezed shut as her voice echoed in his mind. hearing his name like that made it completely impossible to hold back the overwhelming wave of love and desire crashing over him.

"i'm here... i'm right here," he breathed against her ear, his voice barely a shadow of a whisper, completely wrecked.

he couldn't help himself anymore. the rhythm of his hips became just a fraction faster, a little deeper, as the sheer bliss of her tightness drove him forward. every slow glide inside her was an intoxicating torture. he wanted to move harder, wanted to lose himself completely in her, but the absolute necessity for silence kept his movements agonizingly controlled, making the pleasure twice as intense.

"mmnnh..."

another helpless groan bubbled up from his chest, and michael quickly brought his own hand up, biting down hard on the side of his index finger to physically block the sound from leaving his mouth. his shoulders shook with the effort, his lean muscles straining under the dim moonlight as he poured all his energy into staying quiet.

beneath him, she was reaching her own limit. every time his hips connected with hers, a deep, beautiful warmth rippled through her core. she pulled her hand away from her mouth just long enough to arch her back, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of his bare shoulders, before burying her face directly into his chest to smother her own desperate whimpers.

they were both completely drowning in the sensation, their skin slick with a light sweat, desperately clinging to each other in a frantic, beautiful battle against their own voices.

the friction of their bodies moving together in that tight, agonizingly slow rhythm was pushing them both completely past the brink of what they could handle. every single slide of his skin against hers was pure, undiluted heat.

clinging to him as he sank deep inside her once more, she couldn't contain the truth of what she was feeling anymore. she pressed her face right into the crook of his neck, her breath burning hot against his skin as she whimpered it out.

"michael... oh god, it’s too good... it feels too good," she confessed in a desperate, broken whisper, her fingers tightening like vices on his bare shoulders.

hearing her say those exact words—hearing the sheer, unfiltered pleasure in her trembling voice—sent a violent shockwave straight through michael's entire frame. his hips buckled slightly, sinking into her as far as he could possibly go, and a long, shuddering gasp tore from his lungs.

"i know... i know," he choked out against her hair, his voice completely ruined and dripping with a raw, breathless ecstasy. "it's... it's too much, sweetie... you feel so amazing around me... oh god."

he couldn't even pretend to maintain his composure anymore. the sheer bliss of how tightly she gripped him, combined with the intoxicating knowledge that they were driving each other crazy in the absolute quiet of the night, made him lose his breath entirely. he squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth clenching hard as he buried his face back into the pillow, both of them completely lost in the overwhelming, beautiful madness of how incredible it felt to finally be one.

driven completely past the point of no return by her words, michael’s control dissolved into pure, instinctual need. the slow, shallow movements gave way to a deeper, more urgent rhythm, his hips driving into hers with a desperate, heavy friction that made the mattress creak softly beneath them.

every time he buried himself fully inside her, the intense, velvety heat of her walls wrapping around his length sent a violent shudder through his spine. he was completely breathless, his mind spinning from the sheer, overwhelming ecstasy of it.

"mhnn... please..." she whimpered against his neck, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist to pull him even closer, wanting every single bit of the incredible pressure he was giving her.

the feeling of her thighs locking him in, completely surrendering her body to his, made michael let out a sharp, ragged gasp. he instantly brought his hand up to cover her mouth, his long fingers gently pressing against her lips to catch the beautiful, loud whimpers that were starting to escape her. at the same time, he bit down hard on his own lower lip, tasting the copper tang of blood as he fought to swallow a loud, deep groan of his own.they were moving together in a frantic, sweating, and beautifully messy harmony. the quiet room was filled only with the wet, friction-heavy sounds of their bodies colliding and the agonizingly muffled sounds of their pleasure. michael’s chest was heaving against hers, his heart hammering so violently it felt like it would burst through his ribs, completely consumed by the magnificent, forbidden fire of holding her like this in the dark.

as they fell deeper into the rhythm, the initial shock and nervousness completely melted away, replaced by a pure, intoxicating confidence. their bodies began to adapt to the incredible sensation, formatting a perfect, seamless harmony that made the pleasure amplify a thousand times over.

michael found his stride, his long frame moving with a fluid, mesmerizing intensity. he wasn't hesitant anymore; he knew exactly how she felt around him now, and the sheer familiarity of her tight warmth made him crave more. his hips drove forward with a heavier, more deliberate force, sliding deep into her core and drawing out the sweetest friction they had ever experienced. every single plunge felt deeper, hotter, and infinitely more intense than the last.

she arched her back completely off the mattress, entirely consumed by the waves of ecstasy rolling through her. she didn't just endure the fullness anymore—she chased it, her hips instinctively rising to meet his every downward stroke, locking him in a breathless, tight embrace that drove him absolutely wild.

"oh god... sweetie... sweetie," michael unraveled, his voice a frantic, breathless loop against her ear.

he couldn't keep his eyes closed anymore. he looked down at her, his large, dark eyes completely glazed over with an intense, unadulterated passion. the sweat was trickling down his temples, his muscles fully flexed and straining under the moonlight as he pushed them both higher and higher. the need to stay quiet was still there, but it was being utterly crushed by the sheer magnitude of how good they were making each other feel, turning the silent bedroom into a pressure cooker of raw, beautiful desire.

she couldn't hold it in for another second. as he plunged deep inside her again, a wave of pure, overwhelming ecstasy crashed through her body, threatening to shatter the silence of the room.

desperate to smother the sound, she reached up and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling his head down with a fierce, sudden urgency. she slammed her lips against his, locking them together in a deep, frantic kiss, and let out a long, heavy groan right into his mouth.

the sensation of her hot, breathless whimpers vibrating directly against his own tongue sent an absolute electric shock straight to michael’s core.

"mmnnh... !"

michael let out a muffled, choked-out gasp into the kiss, his mind completely fracturing. the raw intimacy of swallowing her groans, of feeling her voice melt directly into his own throat while he was buried deep inside her tight warmth, was too much. his hands gripped her waist like a vice, his knuckles turning white as his hips began to drive into her with a new, completely unchecked intensity. they were literally drinking each other’s voices in, their mouths completely sealed together as they shared every single breath, gasp, and desperate moan. the kiss became a chaotic, beautiful battleground of silent pleasure—each downward stroke of his hips drawing a new, muffled whimper out of her that michael immediately captured and swallowed whole, both of them completely drowning in the suffocating, magnificent heat of the moment.

locked together in that suffocating, deep kiss, the absolute silence of the rest of the house only amplified the sounds they were making in the dark. as the rhythm grew heavier and the friction between them reached a fever pitch, a new, incredibly raw sound began to fill the quiet room.

it was the unmistakable, rhythmic slapping of their skin colliding—the wet, heavy sound of his hips striking hard against hers with every deep, unchecked plunge.

the sound was so intensely intimate, so explicitly loud in the quiet darkness, that it made michael’s mind spin completely out of control. every time he drove forward, the slick friction of their sweat-sheened skin meeting created a steady, intoxicating echo that seemed to vibrate straight through the mattress.

"mmnph... !"

michael groaned heavily into her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as he tried to swallow his own reaction to the sound. his face was burning, completely undone by how raw and primal everything had become. the sheer physics of their bodies completely melting into one another was no longer a secret kept just by their breathing; the room was alive with the heavy, frantic pace of their collision.

hearing the slick, heavy slapping of his skin against hers only pushed her further over the edge. she arched her hips up higher, meeting every single strike with a desperate force of her own, the sound of their impact growing louder, faster, and completely undeniable as they lost themselves entirely in the magnificent, sweating heat of their rhythm.

the intense, friction-heavy rhythm and the suffocating closeness were building toward something completely uncontrollable. every deep, wet plunge of his hips sent waves of blinding heat straight up his spine, and michael could feel the undeniable, electric tension pooling heavy and tight at the base of his stomach. he knew exactly what was happening. it was a completely new, terrifyingly beautiful sensation that threatened to rip his consciousness away entirely.

beneath him, she was riding the exact same volatile wave. the heavy, relentless friction of him filling her so deeply had coiled a tight, hyper-sensitive knot of pure ecstasy deep in her core. it was stretching tighter and tighter with every single strike of their skin colliding, pushing her to the absolute absolute edge of a cliff she had never jumped from before.

"michael... michael..." she gasped out, tearing her mouth away from his just long enough to breathe, her eyes completely blown out and unfocused in the dark.

"i know... i feel it too, sweetie," he unraveled, his voice dropping into a desperate, frantic pant.

the realization that they were both about to cross that final line together sent a massive surge of adrenaline through his muscles. michael’s pace fractured, becoming faster, harder, and completely desperate as he chased the tightening coil inside him. his hands gripped her hips, pinning her down to meet the sudden, intense acceleration of his movements, both of them completely breathless as the overwhelming pressure built to an absolute breaking point in the quiet darkness.

the shared peak of that first time is an absolute revelation, a sudden blur of uncharted sensations that washes over them both at the precise same second.

for her, the climax arrives as an intense, electric release that starts from the very center of her being and ripples outward. it is a feeling of total surrender and burning warmth, where her internal walls begin to contract in helpless, rhythmic, and incredibly sensitive waves around him. each pulsing spasm is a stunning mixture of relief and pure pleasure that completely steals her breath, making her lose all sense of time and space. she discovers a profound physical release, a beautiful wave of fulfillment that leaves her shivering and completely anchored to him.

for michael, feeling those tight, desperate contractions wrapping around him is the ultimate trigger. the peak of his pleasure is so sharp and concentrated that it feels as though his heart completely skips a beat. a blinding warmth rushes up his spine before exploding into a deep, heavy release, his entire length pulsing as he pours himself fully into her velvety heat. every single muscle in his long back locks into rigid, straining lines as he gives in to a total loss of control, melting into a physical fusion he never could have imagined before tonight.

together, they finally figure out how their bodies truly connect and respond to one another in the dark. they discover the intoxicating domino effect of their intimacy—how her tight, pulsing warmth triggers his own release, and how his deepest push answers hers perfectly. they experience the heavy, drifting afterglow where their racing hearts slowly sync back up, and their slick skin cools against the sheets. even the extreme sensitivity that lingers right after, making the tiniest movement almost too intense to bear, becomes a new language they share as they lie tangled together, catching their breath in the quiet room.

the heavy, frantic sound of their breathing gradually slows down, echoing softly in the absolute quiet of the room. neither of them moves. wrapped tightly in the heavy warmth of the blankets, michael slowly lifts his head from the pillow, his long curls damp with sweat and falling slightly into his eyes as he looks down at her.

their eyes meet in the dim moonlight, completely wide and wide-open with awe.

looking at each other, still entirely breathless, the reality of what they just did finally begins to sink in. a beautiful, overwhelming wave of realization washes over them both. they aren't just a boy and a girl hiding in the dark anymore; they have completely crossed the line into something entirely new, sharing an ultimate, permanent bond that belongs only to them.

michael's large, dark eyes trace every single feature of her face, glowing with a soft, protective adoration that is completely unfiltered. his long fingers tremble slightly as he reaches up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead, his touch incredibly tender.

"we... we really did it," he whispers, his voice still completely ruined, a low shadow of a sound that carries the immense weight of their shared secret.

she looks back up at him, her chest still heaving slightly against his, her heart hammering a steady, frantic rhythm right under her ribs. seeing the absolute devotion in his gaze makes a soft, emotional smile break across her lips. the initial shock of the intensity melts away into a deep, comforting warmth. they lie there completely locked together, silently acknowledging the beautiful magnitude of their very first time, utterly consumed by the magnificent reality that they now belong to each other completely.

the reality of the ticking clock starts to hover over the quiet room, but looking up into his soft, adoring eyes, the very thought of getting up and leaving becomes completely unbearable. she doesn't want to break the spell. she doesn't want to pull her skin away from his warmth, step out into the cold air, and pretend the world outside still matters.

she wants to stay. she wants, more than anything, to spend the entire night wrapped up in his arms and fall asleep right next to his heart.

clinging to him a little tighter, she buries her face back into his chest, her fingers gently curling into the fabric of the sheets beneath him.

"i don't want to go," she confesses in a small, fierce whisper against his skin, her voice holding a desperate honesty. "michael... i want to stay here. with you. all night."

hearing her say it—hearing that she wants the exact same thing he’s been secretly praying for—makes michael’s heart swell so painfully it brings a sudden warmth to his eyes. a breathless, incredibly relieved smile breaks across his lips. he doesn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second.

"then stay," he breathes out, his voice cracking slightly with emotion as he instantly tightens his long arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. "please don't leave, sweetie... stay right here with me. sleep here."

he pulls the heavy blankets all the way up over their bare shoulders, tucking them in so perfectly that they are completely hidden away from the rest of the world. he kisses the top of her head, his lips lingering against her damp hair, completely overwhelmed by the beautiful, comforting reality that he doesn't have to say goodbye to her tonight.

he smiles into the quiet darkness, the sheer happiness of her decision making him feel completely invincible. he brushes his thumb gently across her cheek, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips before speaking.

"i'll find a way, sweetie," he whispers, his voice thick with a fiercely protective tenderness. "i'll sneak you out before anyone is even awake, or i'll hide you right here in my room. i'll make sure nobody sees you, i promise."

but then he pauses, looking down at her face illuminated by the faint moonlight, and the absolute devotion in his eyes grows even deeper. his fingers tangle gently in her hair, pulling her just a fraction closer against his chest.

"and you know what? even if they do see you... i don't care," he confesses, a soft, defiant laugh escaping his chest. "let them see. i really don't mind anymore. i'm so tired of hiding everything, and i'm definitely not letting you go tonight. all i care about is right here. i just want to stay with you."

the absolute certainty in his voice leaves no room for doubt. he shifts his body slightly, anchoring her against him so perfectly that their heartbeats seem to sync up in the quiet room. he pulls the heavy comforter tightly around them both, sealing them away in their own little world, completely indifferent to whatever consequences tomorrow might bring as long as he gets to wake up with her in his arms.

she feels the steady, comforting beat of his heart beneath her cheek, his words hanging in the warm air of the bedroom like a promise. hearing him say that he doesn't care about the risk, that he just wants to protect her and keep her close, makes a sudden rush of pure emotion tighten in her throat.

she looks up at him, her eyes shining in the dark as she drinks in the sight of his face, so open and completely vulnerable just for her.

"i love you," she breathes out, the three words escaping her lips in a tiny, fierce whisper that shatters whatever quiet distance was left between them.

michael freezes for a fraction of a second, his entire frame going completely still against hers as the words hit him. his breath hitches softly in his chest, his large eyes widening slightly as if he can't quite believe the sheer beauty of what he just heard.

then, a soft, incredibly broken sigh escapes him, and his face softens into an expression of pure, unadulterated devotion.

"oh god... i love you too, sweetie," he unraveled, his voice cracking with the heavy weight of how much he means it. "i love you so much."

he leans down instantly, burying his face in the crook of her neck and holding her so tightly it feels like he wants to melt their bodies together. his hands cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he presses desperate, warm kisses all over her jaw and her shoulder, completely undone by the perfect, beautiful certainty of her love.

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[billiejeansis]

Needy

warning: smut, unprotected sex, praise

you cant resist Jaafar when he’s wearing his grey sweatpants. 

The house was quiet except for the low hum of the television and the distant noise of water running.

You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jaafar came out of the bedroom fresh from the shower, hair dripping, wearing nothing but those grey sweatpants that always ruined you.

They hung ridiculously low on his hips, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the outline of him. You could literally every inch of him, his cock resting against his thigh as he walked towards you, your mouth going dry. He noticed your expression and chuckled to himself.

"Baby, you're staring" he said in an amused tone.

"You really can't control your face when I wear theses"

You bit your lip as you feel the heat flushing your cheeks and in between your legs. You feel his fingers lift your chin, making you look him in the eyes.

"What do you need princess?"

You hesitated as you tried looking away finally saying "I can't help looking at you when you wear thoses"

Jaafar smirked and cupped your face, kissing you softly at first, and then deeper as a whine escapes your throat. He pulled you up from the couch and gently backed you up against the wall, his body flush against yours.

"My sweet girl" he whispered against your lips.

"You get so wet just from seeing me like this don't you?"

A pathetic whimper left your throat as you slowly nodded, hiding your face in his neck.

He slid his hand down and hooked your underwear to the side, his fingers glazing over your clit as you moan softly against him.

"Fuck, you're already soaked for me" he groaned while lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. As he lays you down on the bed, he quickly takes off his sweatpants, crawling on top of you.

You gasped as he suddenly pushed inside you, without warning.

"Jaafar" you moaned, clinging to his shoulders as he slowly thrusted his hips against yours, his forehead dropping against yours. "That's it, baby. Take me," he praised, his voice low and loving. "Feel how deep I am? You like that, don't you?" he says as he kept his slow pace.

"Yes," you breathed out, your voice slightly shaking.

"I love feeling all of you."

"You're doing so well," he whispered in your ear as he slowly kissed down your neck "Such a perfect little pussy taking me raw like this. My good girl so tight and warm around me."

You whimpered louder as his pace picked up, your legs trembling around his waist.

"Does it feel good, princess?" he asked, his hand roaming down your body, going lower until he slowly rubs your clit, your back arching at the feeling.

"So good" you moaned softly. "Please don't stop."

Jaafar groaned as he thrusted deeper. "I won't stop. I'm gonna take care of you. You're being so good for me, letting me fuck you like this. You want me to come inside you, baby?"

You nodded quickly, too flustered to say it out loud at first. Then, shyly, you whispered, "Yes please"

"That's my girl," he praised, thrusting harder. "So sweet and shy, but you love when I fill you up, don't you? Such a good fucking girl."

You came first at his words, burying your face in his shoulder as you clenched around him, moaning his name softly.

Jaafar followed right after, groaning deeply as he finished inside you. "Fuck, baby that's it"

He stayed buried deep inside you, breathing hard, pressing gentle kisses to your flushed cheeks and forehead.

"I love you," he murmured softly. "Love how you get all shy for me"

You smiled shyly up at him, still trembling. "I love you too..."

He smirked, still inside you. "Next time I put these on I expect you to come find me, okay?

[billiejeansis]

warning: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, just nasty messy smut

i dont even have a title for this read at your own risk

mature era michael

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I shake my head as i slam the bedroom door in my husband’s face, again. I hear him yelling my name as i walk over to sit down on our shared bed. I rub my temples, trying to calm down before I snap and walk out of this house for good. Chris and I have been on a rocky road in the past few months, I genuinely thought that he was the love of my life. He used to be so sweet and say the kindest things to me but now, it seems that every day ends in a screaming match.

“You better let me in this room right now” he yells as he pounds his fists against the locked door. “I’m not letting you in until you calm down” I say as I can practically hear him roll his eyes. This started off as a small argument on his parents staying over next weekend. I told him I was not in the mood for it and would like to spend a quiet weekend to which he responded by blowing up in my face. He accused me of hating his family and being lazy, not putting in the effort where I needed to put it. In my defence, I am just so tired and need some time to just relax but I guess he doesn’t understand that. I was not rude about it either, I even suggested that they could come at a different time to which he said I was being difficult.

The pounding on the door eventually stops as he retreats and I hear the television in the living room turn on. I sigh as I look around our bedroom, a place where I once felt so much comfort. How did this go so wrong? The phone starts ringing on my bedside and I answer it immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hey, how are you?” a soft voice fills my ear and my smile grows wide, recognizing Michael. I look over at the locked door and sit on the bed as I sigh into the phone.

I hesitate before finally saying “I’m alright”

“No you’re not” Michael sighs as he continues “What happened? Did he do something?” His worried tone fills the silence in the room.

“It’s fine, Michael” I mumble as I play with the ring on my finger.

“Don’t lie to me” he says softly and I could just about melt at the sound of his voice.

“Can I come see you?” I blurt out before even thinking. I slap my hand across my mouth and shake my head as I hear him giggle.

“Sure, honey. I’ll be here waiting” he says as we both say our goodbyes and hang up. I usually am not so straight forward like this with him, especially not since I got married to my husband.

Michael and I have an interesting relationship. We first met a few years ago when I was cast to be in one of his music videos. During the filming of the video, the tension between us was so strong that I could barely focus on what I was supposed to be doing. The way he moved and sang over the playback as he glanced at me, I still remember how much I wanted to kiss him right then and there. He was the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. He definitely noticed me staring at him the whole time because he pulled me aside after the day had wrapped up. We looked into each-others eyes and our lips met before any of us could even get a word out. He felt so good pressed up against me as his tongue made its way into my mouth. He grabbed my hand and guided me to his dressing room where he locked the door before pinning me against it, our hips moving together as our lips stayed locked. He layed me down on the couch as he took off my clothes. I had never felt anything like this with anyone before. The way he moved against me as we moaned in each others mouths.

We stayed in touch after that. Michael would call me almost every night and we would see each other almost weekly. Anytime one or the other would feel like they needed someone, we would be there for each other. We kept up these little affairs up until I got married. We still talk and meet up but we don’t really sleep together anymore. I can’t lie and say i’m not attracted to the man, I sometimes wish it was him who I came home to every night.

I put on one of my sweaters and slowly open the bedroom door and make my way to the living room. Chris is watching a football game as he sees me pass by.

“Are you going somewhere?” he asks as he takes a mouthful of whatever kind of candy he’s eating.

“Just going to Michael’s” I say as I grab my keys and open the front door.

“Okay, love you” he says as the cold fresh air hits my face. Chris doesn’t know about me and Michael’s affair. He always thought that we were just good friends, so it never bothered him for me to go over. What he doesn’t know is that Michael and I were hooking up until he asked me to marry him. I did not see the proposal coming and ended up telling Michael that we had to stop, we could remain friends but nothing more. He seemed surprised at first that I got engaged but eventually agreed to just being friends.

The drive over to Michael’s was quiet as I nervously tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. As I pull into the gated driveway, I slowly park and turn my car off, taking a deep breath before stepping out. The wind blows through my hair as I shiver, walking quickly towards the front door. A security guard opens the door for me and lets me step inside, I’m immediately met with his scent.

“I’m in here” Michael’s voice rings out as I follow the sound down to the kitchen. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, dressed in all black as his silky hair falls gently down his face. He smiles as I approach him, he nods towards the chair infront of him for me to take a seat.

“How are you?” he asks as his big eyes stare into mine. My heart pounds against my chest as he walks towards me, sitting down on the chair right next to mine. Our thighs barely brush against each other as I feel heat creeping into my cheeks.

“I told you, I’m doing alright” I mumble out. He sighs and scratches the back of his head.

“I know you’re lying” he says softly as I fidget with my ring.

“I’m worried about you” he whispers, knowing all too well that this has to be about Chris. He has never told her how much he hates his guts. He saw through him the second they met, how he looked at her as if she was a burden. It pissed him off. He doesn’t understand how she can’t see it.

“It was just an argument, it’s fine” I say as he scoffs. My eyebrows furrow at Michael’s reaction to my words. “What?”

He shakes his head and looks at me with an unreadable expression. He mutters something under his breath that I don’t understand.

“Michael?” I say, confused on why he’s having such an attitude. A strand of hair falls in his face, making him look even better, if that was even possible.

“You can’t be serious” he says while staring me down. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as I just look at him, not saying anything as he rolls his eyes.

“Every time I talk to you, you always say you’re fine but I can tell you’re not. And it’s always got something to do with that asshole you call your husband.” he takes a deep breath then stands up.

“Michael what-“

“No, I’m sick and tired of him treating you like you’re a piece of garbage and you not seeing it” he shakes his head in disbelief, biting his lip.

“Michael it’s not that simple, I can’t just leave him like that and throw away my life.” I tell him. “We have a home together, we’re married, I have no where else to go, we’re just going through a rough patch” I say as convincingly as I can as he meets my gaze. He stands there for a moment before slowly walking over to me until we are inches apart.

The silence between us is heavy, as my heart is beating out of my chest, the closeness making me feel slightly out of breath. We stand there, as only our breathing can be heard, I’m fighting every instinct in my body not to kiss him as he looks down at me. His gaze lingers on my lips as I slowly take a step back.

“Michael I-“

“Shhh don’t fight it” he mumbles as he takes a step closer again, our bodies touching. He leans in and tilts my head to the side as he whispers in my ear “Do you remember how it feels?”

I shiver as I feel his breath against my skin, igniting my body on fire.

“We can’t” my voice is barely above a whisper. My body however reacts differently and I lean into him as his hands softly grips my waist.

“Tell me to stop” he says as I feel myself slipping. The ache between my legs growing more intense by the second, the tension between us is becoming unbearable. A million thoughts are running through my head as my eyes flicker to his lips. Before I can even process what I’m doing, my hands are grabbing his face and pulling his lips against mine. His grip on my waist tightens as our lips finally meet for the first time in a long time.

The kiss grows deeper as he slips his tongue into my mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck as I twirl a strand of his hair around my I finger. He bends down slightly sliding his hands down to pick me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carries us over into his bedroom, closing the door before laying me down on his bed. His lips find mine again as his hands roam over my body, he looks up at me, waiting for my for my approval to take my shirt off. I nod quickly as he pulls my shirt over my head and start leaving a trail of kisses from my neck down to my collarbone.

I gasp as I feel his hands tug at my pants as he kisses me feverishly. I lift my hips up against him to let him pull down my pants and my underwear at the same time and I feel him grin against my lips.

“You’re so eager for me” he whispers against my lips. “Bet you think about me when you’re in bed with him” he says as I whimper pathetically to his words. “I know I can make you feel so much better than he does” his hand torturously moving down towards where I need him most.

“Please”

“Tell me what you need baby” he says in a low voice, his hand landing on my inner thigh.

“I need you” I whimper desperately.

“Yeah? You want me to touch you?” his hand slowly rubs my inner thigh, teasing me as much as possible, dragging this out as much as he can. His fingers finally make his way to slowly circle my clit as his eyes meet mine.

I moan softly at the touch which makes him smirk, he knows he has you wrapped around his fingers.

“Does he touch you like I do?” he asks as he adds more pressure, circling my clit faster as my head falls back into the pillow. I shake my head as I bite my lip, holding back from being embarrassingly loud. He suddenly slowly pumps his fingers inside me, desperate moans leaving my mouth as he picks up speed. My eyes flutter shut as I feel his fingers keep thrusting inside me, his other hand is wrapped around my thigh as he slowly kisses my lower stomach.

Right now, I wish I wasn’t married. I wish we could always be this way, that this feeling would never leave. His tongue dragged slowly up my slit, as I moaned loudly, my hips twitching as he licked me again, firmer this time, as he circled my clit teasingly, then sucked it gently into his mouth.

“Oh god—Michael,” I gasp, my fingers pulling his hair, as he groaned at the feeling, the vibration making my thighs shake. His fingers thrust and curl inside me, as I feel pressure building in my body.

“I’m so close” I moan as he suddenly pulls away. The loss of contact making me whimper pathetically.

“You’re not coming on my tongue tonight, you’re going to come on my cock like a good girl. I want to feel you squeeze around me” he says as he takes off his pants, my heart pounding in my chest with anticipation and need. I see him reach for his phone on the nightstand before handing it to me, a devilish expression flashes across his face.

“Your husband must wonder what you’re doing right now hm? Why don’t you give him a call? Let him hear how well you’re being taken care of” he says as my eyes widen at his suggestion. I feel his tip at my entrance as I stare at the phone in my hand.

“Michael, I can’t do that” I tell him as he takes the phone from my hands. His eyes meet mine as if looking if I’m into this and grins when he sees how needy I am for him as he pressed dial. My eyes widen as the phone rings, he shoves it back in my hands as he grabs my hips sliding his tip against my clit.

On the third ring, Chris answers.

“Hello?”

At that exact moment, Michael thrust forward hard, sinking his cock halfway into me, in one smooth stroke.

“Oh—fuck!” I cried out sharply, unable to hold it back.

Chris immediately turned suspicious. “What the hell was that?“

He smirked up at me and pushed himself the rest of the way in, burying himself inside me with a low groan.

“H-hey…” I breathed, my voice trembling.

Michael leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he thrust into me again. “Tell him,” he whispered. “Tell him what you’re really doing while he’s sitting at home.”

Chris sounded irritated. “What’s going on?”

“I’m… ah— I’m out right now,” I lied poorly, biting my lip hard.

He slammed into me harder, one hand gripping my thigh as he thrusts. “Tell him, baby. Tell your husband how full you feel right now.”

Chris started yelling. “Who the fuck is this?! Is this Michael?!?”

I could barely speak. Every thrust knocked the air out of my lungs, his cock hitting deep inside of me while the phone stayed on speaker.

“Oh my god” I moaned shamelessly, legs shaking. “He’s so deep… I’m sorry”

“What the fuck did you just say?!“ I hear him yell on the other line.

Michael didn’t miss a beat. He gripped my hips tighter and started fucking me with long, strokes, his cock plunging deep into my soaked pussy again and again. The wet, sound of skin slapping skin was unmistakable.

I moaned loudly, my voice breaking. “He’s… he’s fucking me, oh god I… I can’t do this anymore—” I gasp as he thrust hard. “I’m done. I’m breaking up with you.”

Michael’s eyes go wide as he continues to thrust into me I moan loudly as he picks up speed, clearly turned on by the moment.

“I’m serious,” I continue, my voice breaking with pleasure. “You treat me like shit… you never touch me… you make me feel worthless, Oh god, right there”

Michael groans and gripped my thighs tighter, fucking me relentlessly. “That’s it, baby. Tell him.”

I throw the phone across the room. “I can’t believe I just did that” I say as he continues to thrust into me, the pressure becoming unbearable as I moan loudly.

“Go on, baby. Come on my cock. I want to feel you lose it. Let go and soak me.”

My body was shaking, legs locked tight around him.

“That’s right,” “You’re mine now. No more of him. Just my cock from now on.”

He reached between them and rubbed my clit fast, thrusting hard and deep.

“Come for me, baby. Show me who you belong to.”

That’s what sent me over the edge.

My back arched violently as my orgasm ripped through me.

“That’s it… That’s it” he groans, still fucking me through my orgasm “You’re mine now. All mine.”

“Baby” he whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

“Please,” I whisper desperately. “Come inside me… I want to feel you fill me up.”

He moaned quietly, pressing his forehead to hers as he keeps thrusting steadily.

My words made him shiver. He kissed me deeply, one hand gently cradling the side of my face as his thrusts grew a little faster.

“I’m yours now,” I whisper between kisses.

That was all it took.

He moaned softly against my mouth as he pushed deep as pulses of his come flooded me, filling me up as he stayed buried inside me, grinding slowly through every wave of his release.

“That’s it, baby… I’ve got you so full.”

He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, kissing me softly while we both caught our breath.

“You’re mine now,” he said gently, pressing another kiss to my lips. “All mine.

“Stay right here, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and returned with a warm, damp cloth and a glass of water. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully cleaning us gently.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his voice full of care.

I hummed, still a little dazed. “Really good… but a little shaky.”

He smiled and set the cloth aside, then climbed back into bed and pulled me into his arms. He wrapped me up against his chest, one hand gently stroking her back while the other played with my hair.

“You did so well tonight,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head.

“And I’m going to take care of you. No more feeling unwanted. No more being treated like shit. Just this… just us.”

He reaches over and handed me the glass of water. “Drink for me, baby.“

While I drank, he kept rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back. When I finished, he took the glass and set it down, then pulled the blankets over both of us.

“Come here,” he whispered, guiding me to rest my head on his chest. “I’ve got you. Just relax.”

We stayed like that for a while, tangled together, soft kisses pressed to my temple and shoulders as he held me close.

“You’re safe with me,” he said quietly. “I promise.”