| thrad!era michael x fem!reader
WARNINGS: 18+, MDNI, dry humping, explicit language, nickname usage (sweets, baby), fem!reader, bsf!michael, no use of y/n.
SUMMARY: as you and Michael sit next to each other on the couch, a movie playing on the tv in front of you both, one thing leads to another...
AUTHORS NOTE: this is my first ever smut on tumblr!! tips and suggestions are very well appreciated, mwah! ❤︎₊ ⊹
A STEADY QUIET EVENING AT THE HAYVENHURST ESTATE, 1983 ⋆
Shortly before you ended up beside your best friend Michael in his family's home watching a movie, you'd been lying on your bed mindlessly flipping through a magazine. It was just when you were getting up to shower that Michael happened to call you. As you picked up the telephone, you heard a steady voice on the other end. "Hey sweets, you busy?". It didn't take much to convince you to come over and watch a movie even though you had things to do, mainly because you'd never give up a chance to get to be with Michael. You two had known each other since 1970 after he'd moved to California from Gary just a year ago. You two happened to live In the same neighbourhood before his family bought the estate you know now to be Hayvenhurst.
Your relationship with Michael had always been close to a sibling bond, if not one. You two shared some of the same interests and hobbies, which caused you to become closer than you realized. Although you both thought of your connection as strictly platonic, Michaels siblings thought differently. I mean sure, sometimes he'd glance for a bit too long, or his touch would linger just a bit longer than normal, but you two never thought anything of it. That was until just a couple months ago, when you started to see Michael as something you'd never seen before. You noticed his hands and how they gripped the counter, his eyes and how they'd squint in the sunlight, and his Adams apple when he swallowed. Whenever these thoughts would come around, you'd always quickly brush them off, telling yourself these that this was were impure and totally inappropriate. Although, sometimes you just couldn't help yourself. You couldn't help the way your palms got sweaty when holding his hand, or the subtle way your bottom lip tangled in your teeth when he was telling you about his day. It was only until he'd ask you if you were paying attention did you snap out of your daydreams.
Despite not being able to shower before heading over to watch a movie, you still wanted to look presentable. You decided to wear a denim skirt, a crewneck and some sneakers. Causal, but still cute. Your hair flowed softly against your shoulders as you knocked on the door. To your surprise, Janet was the one who greeted you. "Hey, Michael's upstairs." A chuckle escaped your lips, "How'd you know I was here for Michael?" She furrowed her brows slightly, as if the answer was obvious "When are you not? You guys are practically glued together." A soft laugh escaped her as she walked away. You gave a slight scoff, then realized.. she wasn't entirely wrong. You walked through the home, making your way up the stairs and to the left where Michael's room was. You knocked softly before opening the door. "Michael?" You questioned.
A soft voice emerged from near the closet, "Oh hey, baby." Your heart melted at the nickname, despite him calling you that for years. "Hey, Mikey. Whatcha' doing?" You sat at the edge of his bed. "Looking for my box of movies for us. You don't mind if I pick, do you?" You chuckled softly, earning a slightly smile from Michael. If there was one thing about Michael, it was that he was a creature of habit. Meaning, he loved to rewatch the same movies over and over again. "Of course not, I already know it'll be one we've seen already." He pulled out the box, placing It on his bed beside you. You watched as his big hands wrangled through the box, rummaging. As you watched, you couldn't help but notice how veiny his hands were, and how long and slender his fingers looked. You licked your lips on impulse, your mind going to placed you knew they shouldn't have been. Michael's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, "You listening?" He asked, looking down at you. "Hm?" You said, unaware that he'd asked you a question. He chuckled before asking, "Something on your mind, baby?". You shook your head quickly, "No, no. Nothing at all, cmon pick a movie already." He smirked at your attempt to hide your emotions. "You look nice." He said, looking you over one more time. Michael didn't hold back when it came to compliments, if anything, he enjoyed seeing how flustered his comments made you. You looked down, toying with the hem of your skirt, "Thanks." You muttered, biting on your lip to keep your grin in.
After what seemed like ages, Michael finally chose a movie. Surprisingly, it was one you both hadn't seen before. Some corny rom-com, not typically something you two would watch together. You made your way downstairs, slumping on the couch as he put the cd in. Once he'd finished, he made his way onto the couch beside you, looking over and furrowing his brows. "What are you all the way over there for, sweets?" You blinked, then realized you were all the way on the other side of the couch, with your knees to your chest. Michael motioned for you to come closer, and you did. His arm slithered its way around your waist, settling down to rest on your lower hip, just inches away from hem of your skirt, where skin met fabric. It wasn't odd for Michael to touch you this way, honestly, it would've been weird if you two weren't close to each other. As you settled in, bring the blanket to cover both of you and placing your head on Michaels shoulder, the movie began to play.
As the movie went on, you could hardly pay attention. Michaels hand had found its way to the plush skin on your lower hip, squeezing It ever so slightly from time to time. He'd place a soft kiss on the top of your head every now and then, making you practically melt into him. Michael wasn't stupid, he knew the effect he had on you. The quiet tension that had grew along the years didn't go unnoticed, how would it? Michael would be lying if he said he didn't have his own thoughts about you. Hell, he'd fantasize about your lips against his, being able to touch you just about anywhere. But he never acted on these thoughts, he never could. Michael was raised to be a gentleman, and stayed true to his word. Despite his dirty thoughts, Michael contained himself and only acted on these when you weren't around. That being said, Michael still enjoyed teasing you. He loved the way your breath would hitch when his hands rested on your hips, the slight gasp you'd make whenever he'd hug you and his hands would go a little lower than you'd expect. Seeing you like that made his chest swell, and his pants a little tighter than usual.
As you sat there, curled up into Michael's chest, he decided to test his luck. He squeezed your hip once more, making your breath hitch and bite your lip slightly. He smiled, seeing your reaction. "Wanna sit on my lap, sweets?" He questioned, waiting for your answer. He watched you hesitate for just a second, a soft smile on your face. "Why?" He smiled at your innocent question, "Just need your warmth, is all. Cmon, don't be scared." He assisted you, pulling your hips up, then flush against his. He bit back a groan as you settled onto his lap, not realizing his growing member underneath you. "Baby," He choked out, "stop moving- shit." He muttered.
You turned your face to meet his, your brows furrowed slightly, "Sorry, Mikey." He only replied with a small nod, seemingly not being able to respond with words. As the movie continued on, you'd occasionally feel Michael buck his hips up slightly. It was only until you heard a quiet groan and something poking into your bare thigh did you realize what you were causing. You froze, not knowing what to do. You decided to slowly rock your hips back, testing the waters. When you heard Michael hum a small whimper, you smirked slightly. Rolling your hips down once again, more pressure this time, you felt Michaels hands move from your thighs where they’d been resting to your hips, anchoring you down. "Shit- baby, stop that." You stopped for just a second, then turned your face to meet his, "Just trying to help Mikey, doesn't have to be weird." You watched his face, half guilty, half hungry and possessive. "Friends help friends all the time, let me help you." He bit his bottom lip, contemplating. He finally moved his hips up, turning you so you were straddling him face to face.
As he looked up at you, you moved your hands to rest on his chest. In one slick movement, he smashed his lips down onto yours. The kiss was hot and messy, teeth bumping and tongues brushing against each other. As you rolled your hips down again, you felt Michael whimper onto your lips. Your heat between your legs throbbed as Michael moved his lips down, trailing kissed down your jaw, your chin, and your neck. His mouth found the sensitive spot where your heartbeat sat, and you moaned softly, nuzzling your head in his neck. His hands moved, tracing the hem of your crewneck before trailing lower, his hands twitched under your sweater, and he looked up at you. "This okay, baby?" He said, his voice breathy and soft. You nodded, needing his touch. His hands were cold against your bare skin, making you suck in a breath. You rolled your hips down against his, his whimpers and moans filling your ears. His hands inched up to your ribs, then stopped just at your bra. He slowly made his way up, before cupping one of your breasts into his hand, gently massaging it. You arched your back, feeling him deeper between your legs and against your bra.
"You're so perfect, fuck." He moaned, his lips finding yours again. As you rolled down against him harder, you could feel him twitch through his jeans, his print prominent now. Feeling that made your orgasm creep up quicker, a feeling of heat rushing up to your lower stomach. "Shit, I-I'm close, Michael." Your breath against his neck made him shiver, he felt his own high coming up rapidly. "Me too baby, together, yea?" He said in a breathy moan. You nodded rapidly as your legs began to shake around him. Soft moans and whimpers filled the room, and you were thankful most of his family was out or scattered across the estate. Michael bucked up into you, one last movement before he felt himself twitching as well. You slumped onto him, both of your chests rapidly rising. Michael looked down, realizing there was now a wet spot on the crotch of his pants. He nearly chuckled at the sight. "Gosh, baby." He breathed out, his hand stroking your hair. "Look at this mess we made." You chuckled softly, pulling off of him. Your eyes went back to the tv screen, the forgotten movie still playing. You turned to Michael, "I can't believe we just did that." You both chuckled. Michael pulled you back towards him, your head lying against his head. He placed one soft kiss on your hair, his chest still rising up and down.
AUTHORS NOTE: I absolutely hate this, someone convince me it's not as bad as I think it is. once again, tips and suggestions are highly appreciated, kisses!
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