synopsis: michael is your best friend, but you’ve been feeling different around him lately. so different in fact, that one day you just decide to ask him if you can kiss. for practice, obviously
cws/tags: childhood best friend michael x female reader, plot if you squint but mainly just smut, dry humping, desperate michael, f receiving oral, teasing, michael loves praise, mutual virginity loss, unprotected sex, love confessions, barely proofread, 18+ minors DNI!!
You were sprawled across Michael’s bed, propping your head against your right hand, a magazine in your left. He was sitting against his headboard with a book in his hands, and his long legs extended far enough that if you reached out just a few inches, you could grab hold of his feet. One of your legs was bent at the knee, and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. Despite the warmth, it made you shiver.
You had tried for months now to calm down your own feelings for Michael, but it was becoming impossible to ignore. He’d been your best friend for years, but you knew deep down you wanted so much more than that. At first, it was just an innocent crush. Michael was so sweet that it made your heart ache. The first time you had wanted to kiss him had been about 2 years ago, just before his album Off the Wall had been released. The two of you were sitting outside, both enjoying celebratory ice cream cones prior to the album launch, when he had reached over to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip.
“Sorry,” he said, a dazzling smile on his face. He bit the edge of his bottom lip, and you felt your stomach erupt in butterflies at the sight. Had Michael always been this cute? “You had a little on your lip. Looked like it was gonna get on your chin.”
You had smiled back at him, feeling warm enough that you almost worried your hand would melt the rest of your ice cream. “It’s okay. Thanks.”
And the rest was history.
As time went on, the romantic feelings had evolved to something even more. Maybe it was age, or the progression of how commonplace physical touch between you two had become, but you were starting to feel a sensation that always began in the pit of your stomach when you were around Michael. Your eyes would linger on his lips, or his hands, and your imagination started to betray you. You had even dated a guy recently, which was thankfully over, and Michael had always been on your mind. You had always pictured Michael in your head whenever your ex had kissed you, or even touched you. It was starting to drive you crazy.
Part of the problem was that you weren’t sure if Michael felt the same way. Rejection was a big fear, and you didn’t want to risk ruining something special. He was truly your best friend. Another part of you though, was becoming desperate enough to risk it.
“Hey,” you murmured, closing the magazine and setting it down completely. “Mike.”
Michael made a small sound in his throat that sounded like a hum of acknowledgement, but didn’t look up from his book.
“Michael,” you said, a little bit louder. You reached forward and grabbed his big toe, hoping to get his undivided attention.
He looked up now, smiling a little at your touch as he closed his own book and set it on the nightstand next to his bed. “What is it?”
You hesitated for just a moment. You’d rehearsed this in your head, but you were still a bit nervous to take the leap. The two of you were somewhat affectionate, but what you were about to ask took on a whole new level of intimacy that friends didn’t typically cross. “This is gonna sound silly,” you said, nerves causing a wave of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”
Michael smiled, laughing a bit at the request. “You’re always silly, girl. What is this about?”
You smiled a little, biting the edge of your bottom lip hard enough to make you wince. “Well, I was thinkin’ about this a few days ago. So, you know my ex, right?”
Michael’s smile faltered, but he nodded. “Right,” he said noncommittally.
“He told me something before we broke up,” you went on, trying your best to maintain both your composure and confidence. “He told me I was a bad kisser.”
Michael frowned now, raising an eyebrow. “He did?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, breaking eye contact for a moment. “I guess, um… I don’t know,” a giggle rose in your throat, and you tampered it with a cough. “It’s stupid, Mike. You’re gonna make fun of me.”
“Why would I make fun of you?” Michael asked, poking your knee with his big toe.
“Well, I don’t know. It’s dumb, but it hurts my feelings. You know, he was my first kiss. So I don’t really have anyone else to compare it to. What if he’s right, though?”
“About you being a bad kisser? I’m sure he’s not,” Michael replied. His voice sounded a little tense. You couldn’t tell if he was nervous or angry.
“‘M sure he was just trying to make me mad. But still…” you trailed off. “I want a second opinion.” You took a deep breath, trying to smile a little despite the fact that you were worried your expression made you look nauseous. “Would you… Can you maybe kiss me, Michael? Just to see.”
Michael was the one who looked a bit sick now, which made you feel like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over your head. Did he find you that unappealing? “Y-you wanna kiss? You want me to kiss you?”
You tried for a laugh, but it sounded humorless even to your own ears. “I told you it was stupid. I don’t know, he just got in my head.”
“It’s not…” Michael sounded like he never really had before. Sure he was a little shy, but Michael wasn’t shy around you. He was sweet, attentive, and silly. This version of Michael sounded like a stranger. It wasn’t that he was being mean, you just couldn’t place his emotions. Usually you could read your best friend like a book.
“I’m sorry, Mike,” you said, shaking your head. “I know, I get it. Friends don’t kiss. It’s not… I didn’t mean anything by it. I know you don’t wanna kiss me.”
Michael was silent for a beat, and then he leaned his weight forward, tucking his calves underneath his thighs. He reached for you then, pulling you up so you sat in front of him in a mirroring position, facing him. “I never said that I didn’t want to kiss you.”
A jolt of electricity ran through you at his words, and sudden change in demeanor. You could practically feel the beat of your heart against your chest. “For practice, right?”
“Yeah,” Michael nodded, smirking a little. He bit the edge of his lip and tilted his head, reaching forward with one hand to cup your chin. “For practice.”
The air was thick between the two of you with something you couldn’t quite place. You could never have imagined that you would be in the position in anything other than a daydream or a late night thought. You were excited, yes, but also nervous. The thing about your ex saying you were a bad kisser was completely true, and now you were worried Michael might feel the same way as well. Your heart picked up even more.
Michael shifted closer until you could feel his breath against your lips. His eyes, so big and so beautiful, bore into yours with a warmth that gave you a bit of your confidence back. Without another word, he closed the gap and pressed one gentle kiss against your mouth, lingering long enough so you could feel his smile. “He was definitely lying.”
You laughed at that, pushing him playfully. “That’s the kind of kiss you give your grandma, Mike.”
He smiled, laughing along with you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get in my pants or something.”
You pushed him again, rolling your eyes at his words. You were trying your best to laugh naturally, but you could feel a warmth rushing to your cheeks. “Look, all I meant was that wasn’t really anything.”
“I guess we could try again,” Michael suggested, smiling. “If you want.”
“As long as you don’t run away this time,” you teased, placing a hand on top of his knee. “I won’t bite.”
Michael looked down at your hand for a moment and smiled, shuffling himself forward so your knees were touching now. “You can probably bite a little if you want,” he said, and you felt the words in every inch of your body.
“Quit teasin’ me,” you murmured, heat creeping all the way up to the tips of your ears.
“‘M sorry,” Michael smiled, reaching for one of your hands with his. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Your heart swelled. He was so unbelievably sweet, as always, so unlike your ex. So unlike most boys you knew. “You didn’t,” you assured him. “You never have.”
Michael bit the edge of his lip and looked away, almost as if the eye contact between the two of you was becoming overwhelming. “That’s good. I would never want you to be uncomfortable around me.”
“Michael,” you said, using your free hand to pull his chin in your direction. “You’re my best friend. My favorite person on this planet, okay? Now,” you smiled, unclasping your hand from his so you could pull him closer by the collar of his shirt. “Come here. If you still want to.”
Michael nodded, smiling back. “Yes,” he said in a sigh, leaning towards you. “Of course I do.”
Your heart was beating faster than you cared to admit, especially as you closed the gap once more. The first touch of your lips to his was careful, a bit unsure, until he pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist. “Michael,” you gasped, feeling his chest against yours. Your body felt like it was on fire, and all he’d done was touch you.
“Sorry,” he said, breaking away from the kiss. He rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry. I really want to kiss you, I don’t know what came over me. You… I know you don’t want me like that.”
His statement felt like a punch to the gut. “Now who told you that?” You asked, tilting his chin up so he could meet your gaze. “I’m the one who asked you to kiss me.”
“Yes, but…” he trailed off, smiling a little. “I just thought… maybe it was just to see, you know, if what he said was true…”
“Well, my ex did say I was a bad kisser,” you told him. “That is true. But Mike, I really just wanted to kiss you. I… I think about kissing you all the time, actually.”
You could hear him gulp. “Oh, God…” he broke off into a giggle. “Now you’re the one teasin’ me.”
You shook your head. “Not at all.” A surge of confidence rushed through you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your thumb began to rub soft circles against his skin, which sent a noticeable shiver through his body. He seemed just as affected as you were, maybe even more. All you had done was kiss twice, each kiss lasting only a few seconds, and you already felt a warmth in your lower belly. “I swear. I’ve really wanted to kiss you for a long time now. I just wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same way. I can’t lose you, Michael. I’d rather not have you like that if it meant I can’t have you at all.”
“You can have me however you’d like,” he said, sounding a little dazed. “I’m really crazy about you.”
For a split second, the thought that maybe this was all just a dream ran through your head. Had there been signs you didn’t pick up on before that your feelings were reciprocated? Could you really have just had Michael all along, instead of locking up the thought in a corner of your brain and throwing away the key? “Please kiss me.”
Michael leaned forward again, slowly and a little unsure, so you closed the gap between the two of you. At first your nose bumped against his, which caused you to giggle and turn your head, finding an angle that worked better. “Maybe he was right,” you murmured against his mouth, capturing him in another soft kiss. “I might just be bad at this.”
“No, baby,” Michael replied, kissing you again, longer and deeper than you were ready for. His mouth was soft and warm, and his voice sounded like honey to your ears. “He’s an idiot.”
You smiled into his mouth, finding a rhythm to the kisses. The slow pace was making your toes curl a little, and you wanted more. “Your mouth certainly feels much better than his,” you told him, sucking gently on his lower lip. He let out a soft groan at the feeling, the sound resulting in a dull throb between your legs. You had never been so turned on from just kissing before. Your thighs pressed together and you whimpered a little against his mouth, feeling overwhelmed.
His tongue met yours, causing you to squirm once more. The hands you had wrapped around his neck began to feel restless, and you dragged them down his chest just so you could feel him. While your left hand rested on his shoulder, your right continued to travel lower until you could feel a small patch of skin between the bottom of his shirt and the waistband of his pants that must have occurred from moving around. “I-is it okay if I touch you, Michael?”
He let out a quiet groan, breaking away from the kiss with a pant. “Yes,” he said, trailing his lips down the side of your mouth until you could feel his mouth against the side of your jaw. He kept kissing until he was pressed against your neck, sucking just barely, possibly to see your reaction. After you moaned quietly, he pulled back with a shy smile. “Does that feel good?”
You nodded, and he repeated the action. Suddenly you needed more, and you pressed both of your palms against his chest. “Lie back,” you told him. He did as he was told, stretching his legs outward so he could rest his back against the pillows. You spread your thighs around his waist and hovered over him for a moment before you dropped against his lap. He bit the edge of his lip and you smiled at him, suddenly feeling a little shy. “This okay?”
Michael smiled back, reaching up to wrap his hand around the back of your neck. He pulled you towards him with a kiss, his other hand resting on your waist. “Yes,” he told you between kisses. “You feel… good on top of me like that.”
You ground forward a little, his words pulling a moan from you. “You feel really good too, Mikey.” You found a rhythm with your hips, and by the quiet whine from below you Michael was enjoying it as well.
“B-be careful, mama,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. His hand on your waist slipped to your hip, and his grip was firm.
“You don’t like it?” You teased, pouting at him as you pressed yourself forward again. You could feel him hardening beneath you, sending a wave of pleasure through your entire body. “It feels like you do.”
Michael groaned, covering his face with his hands. “‘S embarrassing, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” you said, capturing his mouth in a kiss. You coaxed his lips open, sucking gently on his tongue before sitting back and pressing all of your weight in his lap. “I like it.”
He groaned again, his hips bucking upwards to meet yours. “I’m not gonna wanna stop if you keep doing that, baby.”
You smiled a little, feeling slightly shy as you admitted, “I don’t wanna stop,” in response. “Feels good,” you told him, kissing down the side of his neck. “You’re so sexy, Mikey. I wanna make you feel good too.”
Michael whimpered beneath you, sounding so cute and desperate it made you clench around nothing. You could tell how wet you were already, and it was driving you a little crazy. You lazily sucked at a spot on his neck, rocking your hips back and forth. You shifted upwards a bit so you could feel the hardness of his erection against you, the stimulation sending pulses through your clit. You had never been so turned on in your life, and it was making you a little breathless. Your thighs were shaking a little as you picked up the pace, desperately chasing an orgasm you could feel building.
“Oh, J-Jesus Christ…” Michael moaned. He put his hands against your hips, slowing down your moments. “L-lemme… give me a minute baby, I-I can’t. ‘S too good, feels so good. Please, I need to touch you. Can you…” he paused, kissing your lips once. “Get on your back for me, baby, please?”
You nodded, moaning a little at the loss of contact against him. You pushed yourself off of him after kissing him once more, shuffling around so your back was against the mattress. Michael spread your thighs, slotting between them and pressing himself against you once more. Your skin burned where his hands had been, and you were suddenly thankful you were wearing shorts. The feeling of his hands on your bare skin was overwhelming but wonderful.
“Can I take your clothes off, please? I wanna make you feel good.” Michael sounded so dazed, his voice such a pleading tone that it made you smile.
“Yes,” you nodded, unbuckling your shorts and lifting your lips as he helped you shimmy out of them. Michael sighed, spreading your legs once again as he lowered himself a bit. He was staring between your thighs, right at the center of your panties where you knew there was a damp spot of arousal. He pressed one finger forward against the spot, so close to your clit that it made you gasp.
“You’re so wet,” he observed, sounding awestruck.
“Y-yeah,” you replied, your face heating up. “I’m so…” you trailed off, meeting his gaze as he looked up from between your legs. “Michael, please, can you touch me? Need you so bad.”
Michael shuddered at the question, nodding frantically. He shifted his body up so he could kiss you once, swallowing your moan. “Gotta tell me how I’m doin’, okay? Wanna make you feel good, but I… I’ve never done this before.”
You smiled at him, holding the back of his neck to bring his lips against yours in another kiss. “‘S okay, Mikey. I trust you so much, but I’m nervous too. I’ve never… gone all the way, you know? Haven’t done much else, either. My ex…” you bit the edge of your lip, looking away with a little shame as you admitted the next part. “I’ve given him a blow job a few times, but that was it. He didn’t really touch me much, you know. He never… he never made me come.” You cringed saying it out loud. “I’d have to do that myself at home, after.”
Michael frowned, running his hands down your sides to stroke at the exposed skin near your hipbones. “He never deserved you,” he said sternly, sounding like he had a bit of anger bubbling inside of him. “What a complete ass. He had a beautiful woman beneath him and he couldn’t make her come?” He lifted your arms, taking your shirt off as he went. He dipped his head down to suck at the sensitive area beneath your ear, revealing in the soft gasp you let out. “If you were my girl, I’d make you come every time I got my hands on you. Such a beautiful,” he paused, kissing and sucking again at your neck. “Sexy,” he murmured between kisses. “Amazing girl,” he finished, smiling against your skin. His thigh slotted between yours, flexing against the heat of your center and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. He lifted your shoulders and unclasped your bra, sitting back a bit so he could look down at you as it fell forward to reveal your bare chest. The starch contrast of him being completely clothed, and you shivering a little in just your panties was a bit overwhelming. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, kissing down your neck and towards your collarbone. He kept kissing lower until he was at one of your breasts, one hand reaching out to grasp the mound on the other side. His mouth latched on to your nipple, his tongue rolling out to flick it back and forth before he sucked gently, popping off with a moan.
“M-mike, oh,” you panted. The feeling was foreign but felt so good, and your toes curled into the mattress. “T-that feels good,” you told him, reaching up to wind your hands in the curls at the base of his neck. “You’re doin’ so good.”
Michael moaned in response, reaching his hand between your legs. He felt at the waistband of your panties, before pressing his palm flat against you. “Lift your hips up, mama,” he said before sucking at your nipple once more. “Need t’feel ya.”
You nodded, obliging his request as he rid you of the final article of clothing on your body. He trailed a hand down your torso, stopping between your thighs before he looked up, a shy smile on his face. You reached for his wrist and guided him to your core, nodding a little as he pressed two fingers against you, unsure exactly how to move them. He let them slide through your folds as your hand fell away, quickly reaching to grab hold of the comforter to ground you for a moment.
“So wet for me,” he said, his voice just a notch above a whisper. “C-can you show me how you like to be touched? I wanna make you feel so good, please?”
You smiled at him, nodding. “Here,” you said, holding his wrist once more and moving his hand away. “Do… do you wanna watch?”
Michael groaned a little, nodding his head. “Y-yeah. Yes. Please, God.”
You giggled at the reverence in his voice. “Okay, Mikey,” you felt a little shy, but excited, especially as you observed his expression of pure adoration. You hitched one leg up, bending your knee so you could expose yourself more, shivering just a bit. “This part here,” you said, pressing two fingers against your clit. You sighed a little, throbbing at the barely-there touch. “This is the part you rub, okay?” You reached for his hand so you could press his fingers there instead, moving them in a circular motion. “Y-yeah,” you breathed, another moan breeching your lips. “‘S good.”
Michael moved his fingers away for a moment, placing his hand on your thigh instead. “I wanna watch you do it, please?” He sounded so desperate that it made you smile.
“You wanna learn like a good boy huh, Mike?” You asked him, spreading yourself with one hand as you pressed your fingers against your clit with the other. “Gonna think about this later, when I’m not here?”
Michael whimpered, covering his face briefly before dropping his hands so he could watch you again, curiosity and want outweighing his embarrassment. “Wanna be good for you,” he admitted, sounding nervous.
“Y-you’re being so good already,” you told him, noticing his quiet moan in response. “Need you to do something for me, baby, please.”
Michael nodded quickly, not looking away from the show he had between your legs. “Anything.”
“Need your fingers inside of me, please?” You asked, moaning as you sped up the fingers rubbing circles against you. “Yours are so big and long, know they’d feel so good in me. P-please, baby, can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes,” Michael said, his right hand reaching forward so he could run his index finger up and down your slick, coating himself in it. Before he obliged your request though, he lifted his finger to his mouth and brought it between his lips, closing his eyes and moaning at the taste.
“M-Mike,” you gasped, clenching around nothing. “That was so dirty, baby.”
“Needed t’taste you,” he said, pressing the same finger to your entrance before slowly moving inside. “Tastes so good.”
You moaned at both his admission and the intrusion of his finger. “Curl that finger, baby. Move it in and out,” you nodded, as he began to find a speed that made your head spin. “A-add another.”
He did just that, curling them both, slowly pumping them in and out. The wet sound of your arousal filled the silence between you, causing a rush of heat to flush your cheeks. Michael continued his movements before he pressed deeper, finding a spot that had you crying out. “You liked that, right?” He asked.
“Yes,” you told him, a little breathless. “You’re doing so well, baby. Feels really good.”
Michael smiled, leaning his head down to capture your nipple between his lips again. Your back arched at the feeling, a moan filling the room. His fingers slowed and he pulled back just slightly, kissing up the side of your neck before pressing a peck to your lips. “Can I try something? Wanna taste you again.”
You whined a little at the loss but nodded, giving Michael one more kiss. “Yes.”
Michael began kissing down your body, stopping at the places that made you squirm. He noticed that a spot right above your hipbone had you arching against him and spent some extra time there, sucking and lapping at your skin with a determination that had your body trembling a little. “You’re so soft,” he marveled, his kisses traveling progressively lower. When he was finally between your legs he licked up your entire core, pressing his tongue flat against your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Upon hearing your moan he pulled you against his face even more, lifting up your hips and resting your legs on his shoulders. Your ankles locked behind his head and you ground against him, unable to stop the gasps and sounds of pleasure.
“Michael baby, please don’t stop. Feels so good, p-please,” you begged, looking down only to find his beautiful doe eyes gazing up at you. The sight alone almost sent you over the edge.
“Wanna feel you come,” Michael said, sounding completely wrecked. He was licking at your clit again, the speed and pressure building your release in such an intense way you could feel your thighs shaking. As soon as he inserted two fingers back inside of you again, you cried out, arching off the bed.
You knew that you weren’t going to last much longer, already so worked up and completely drowning in the feeling of Michael below you. He didn’t let up at all, his tongue lapping against you and fingers pressing repeatedly into the spot inside of you that had you babbling his name like it was the only word you knew. Your breath caught and a wave of pleasure crashed over you, your orgasm shaking your entire body.
At the the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers, Michael moaned into you, letting you ride out the feeling. As soon as your back collapsed against the bed, he looked up at you, replacing his tongue for his fingers, rubbing slowly but firmly against your sensitive clit. The fingers inside of you remained, pulling a whimper from you.
“P-please baby, too good, can’t,” you begged, trembling all over and feeling the familiar tug of another orgasm building. “Need a minute.”
“Just give me one more,” Michael said, kissing at your thighs gently before attaching his lips against your clit once more and sucking slowly, rolling his tongue out after your hips stuttered against him. “Wanna make you feel so good.”
You tried to slow your breathing, using your best efforts to control the thrashes of your body, but Michael wouldn’t let up. “‘S good, Mikey,” you slurred, your hands gripping the comforter tightly.
Michael was thrusting his waist against the mattress as he continued to eat you out, clearly just as turned on as you were. “I’ve got you,” he said, his voice verging on a whine. “Let go for me, baby.”
“Michael,” you gasped, squeezing around his fingers. “Oh G-god, I’m so so close, please.”
He groaned against you, latching on to your clit once more and thrusting his fingers even faster. He was rubbing inside of you, repeatedly hitting the spot that had you moaning. If it didn’t feel so good, you may have had some shame about the sounds you were making. “O-oh,” you drew in a breath, feeling your body seize up before a second orgasm washed over you. Your body jumped up, neck craning backwards as your mouth hung open in a silent scream of bliss. Michael kept going inside of you, lapping at you like you were the best meal he’d ever had.
“B-baby, stop,” you pleaded as you came down from your high, tears welling in your eyes and legs trembling around his head. “Too much, please.”
Michael moaned, reluctantly pulling his fingers out of you. He gave one last lap to your clit, resulting in a low moan from you, before kissing back up your body. He reattached his lips to your nipple, sucking gently as he gripped both sides of your waist. “You feel so good,” he said, breathless, panting against the side of your breast.
“F-fuck, come ‘ere,” you murmured, gripped at his shoulders. “Give me another kiss, baby, you’re so good to me.”
Michael smiled, face flushing in heat, quickly scrambling up to meet your lips. “Could do that all day,” he admitted, licking into your mouth. “Hearing you cry out like that was making me feel crazy. You really liked that so much, huh?”
“Yes,” you said, giggling a little in embarrassment. “Michael, I’ve never felt that good in my life. I could probably come right now just thinking about it.”
His face pressed into your neck, and you could feel the warmth in his cheeks and the sweat across his hairline. “Feels good makin’ you feel good,” he said, kissing your neck gently. “Can I do that again?”
You laughed at that, pushing his shoulders back a little. “What about you?”
Michael smiled, kissing you once, twice, three times until you were giggling too much to kiss back. “Don’t worry about me, baby. Love touchin’ you s’much. Sound so pretty sayin’ my name like that.”
“You’re embarrassing me,” you said, another fit of giggles bursting out.
“No, no,” he shook his head, kissing down your jaw. One of his hands came up to play with your nipple, lazily rolling it between his thumb and index finger. “Sounded so sexy, baby. Makin’ me crazy.”
You moaned quietly, arching up against him, pulling his head back towards yours so you could kiss him once more. “God, I love you,” you sighed, not even realizing what you’d say until the words were out of your mouth.
Michael stilled, pulling back so he could look at you, a shy smile on his face. “You love me?”
“I…” you paused, smiling back. “Yes, so much.”
“Love you too,” he said, kissing you. “Love you more.”
You giggled as he kissed each cheek, repeating the motion before pressing his lips to yours. You deepened the kiss, holding on to the back of his neck to bring him closer. “Wanna be close to you, Michael. Can you make love to me?”
“Of course, wanna feel you. Only if you want, Mike.”
“I do,” he groaned, resting his forehead to yours. “So bad. Wanna make it good for you, but I…” he paused, wincing a little. “Don’t know how long I’ll last. Don’t wanna hurt you, either.”
“Michael,” you gave him a quick kiss, smiling against his lips. “You’re already makin’ me feel good baby, just by being here. I want you to feel good too. Sounded so cute when you got desperate like that.”
Michael groaned, kissing down your neck to distract himself. “Y-yeah, you liked that?”
“Mmhmm,” you smiled, cupping the side of his face. “Makin’ me throb right here,” you said, reaching down to trace a finger against your clit. “You like when I tell you you’re being good?”
“P-please,” Michael begged, moaning against your skin. He looked down to watch you play with yourself, completely transfixed. “Always wanna be good for you.”
“You are, baby,” you told him, kissing the side of his temple as he began to suckle at your neck again. “You’re making me so happy. Feels so good. Can you take your clothes off for me, pretty boy? Wanna see you.”
He nodded, pulling away so he could make space to remove his top. Your eyes trailed down his body, admiring the view, smiling a little. “My sexy man,” you said, voice sultry.
He bit the edge of his lip, glancing up at you as he shuffled his pants down his hips. “Yeah? Wanna be my girl?”
“Obviously,” you giggled, gesturing for him to get back on top of you. “Love you so much, Michael.” You smiled, toying with the waistband of his underwear. “Take this off, baby. Need you inside of me.”
Michael groaned, kissing the tip of your nose. “Love you too,” he said, cheeks flushing warmly. He rid himself of the garment, and you watched as his hard dick sprang free, feeling a throb between your legs.
“So big, Mikey,” you admired, reaching forward to run your index finger along his tip. He whined, dropping his head. “Think you can even fit inside of me?”
“S-stop it,” he whimpered.
“Mm, baby, you wanna be inside of me so bad, huh?” You wrapped your hand around him, running a dry pump down his shaft. He cried out, body trembling already. “Making a little mess,” you told him, cooing at the precome oozing at the tip.
Michael whined again, his hips jutting forward at your touch. “Don’t tease me right now,” he moaned out. His voice sounded so desperate. “I’ll come on the spot.”
“My baby,” you smiled, pumping him one more time. “You just look so cute. Here,” you pulled him towards you, reaching your hand between your legs to collect some of your arousal. “Get yourself all wet for me.”
Michael nodded, using his own hand to reach for your wrist so you could spread your hand against him. You could feel him shaking below you, trying so hard to be good. He began to copy your actions, rubbing his tip up and down against you before he spread it down the length of him. He looked completely in awe, watching where the two of you touched.
“Think I’m ready, Mikey. Want you inside,” you said. “Just go slow.”
Michael nodded, pushing your legs apart so he could line himself up. He pressed one kiss between your brows, resting his forehead against you. “Love you,” he sighed.
You smiled, intertwining one of your hands with his. “Love you too.”
Michael began to push himself in, meeting resistance almost instantly. “Relax, baby,” he said, his eyebrows scrunched together. He pushed one of your thighs up, the stretch of your leg back eliciting a quiet moan. “You can take me.”
You nodded, allowing yourself to do what he asked. He reached down between your legs as he continued to push himself in, rubbing delicious circles against your clit. The distraction helped, easing him in quicker, and before either of you knew it he was buried inside of you. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt. At first, it ached, and Michael looked like it hurt him to remain still, giving you time to accommodate the feeling. He was biting his lip so hard that you feared he’d draw blood.
“Y-you can move,” you exhaled. “Think I’m ready.”
Michael nodded, attempting a smile that looked much more like a grimace. “O-okay,” he said, pulling backwards before he slid forward once more. “You’re so t-tight,” he said. He was completely wrecked, his eyes rolling back. “Feels s-so good. Do you feel good, baby? What can I do?”
You smiled at him, moaning a little as the ache eased to a dull pulse, pleasure beginning to replace the initial feeling. “Feeling better, baby. Keep going.”
Michael could only moan in response, rubbing harder against your clit as he began to move. Once the slide became easier, he picked up his pace a little, wanting you to feel good while simultaneously needing to chase his own release. The speed felt good as he went, thrusting himself deeper.
“O-oh,” you stuttered, a pang of pleasure shooting through you. “Go faster, baby. Doin’ so well.”
Michael whimpered, lunging forward to kiss you as he sped up. His thrusts were fast but deep, pulling moans from the both of you with each stroke. His fingers didn’t cease on your clit, and the dual stimulation was making your head spin. All you could think about was Michael, the sound of his hips meeting yours, and the feeling of him inside of you. He was hitting at your sweet spot now, building the pleasure so quickly you almost saw stars. “Come inside of me, Mikey,” you pleaded, your thighs beginning to tremble. “Want you to fill me up.”
“O-oh, God,” Michael preened, breaking off into a moan. “Almost there.” His thrusts were getting sloppy, but you were already at the edge, and watching him fall apart was getting you there on its own.
“Need it so bad,” you babbled, head lolling to the side as you clenched around him. “I’m s-so,” you broke off, a moan ripping through you as your orgasm crashed around you.
Michael followed immediately after, the pulsing around him too much for him to handle. He couldn’t even moan, his mouth dropping open as he spilled into you, the feeling making your toes curl. He continued to thrust shallowly until you both came down, and he all but collapsed against you, breathing ragged. “Was that good for you?” He asked after a moment, lifting his head up to meet your gaze.
You smiled, pulling him towards you for a soft kiss. “Feel like I’m floating, baby. Felt so good.”
“Good,” he smiled, kissing you again. He remained inside of you, moaning a little as he pressed a kiss to your jaw. “Wanna go again?”
You couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that came out of you at the question, but it ended with a soft moan as you realized he was in fact hardening inside of you already. “I’m gonna be fucked dumb by the end of this,” you conceited.
Michael laughed at that, giving you a shallow thrust with his half-hard dick. “Anything to make you feel good, baby.”
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