one-shot. smut. inexperienced!pre-otw!mike x experienced!fem!reader. sub!mike. softdom!reader. praise. loss of virginity. blk!reader in mind. not proof-read .✦ ݁˖ mikey’s tired of being a virgin. masterlist
embarrassed was a poor choice of words.
michael was ashamed.
his brothers have wives, girlfriends, hookups, and michael didn’t even get his first kiss yet. he thought he was pathetic, really. and as much as michael is a shy guy, he’s also desperate for advice. so who else would he go to than to his childhood best friend?
you were quite literally perfection is michael’s eyes. beautiful hair that you always styled differently yet so entirely you, radiating smile, tons of attention from boys, and an insane clothing style to the point michael might or might’ve not tried to have his stylists make him matching outfits.
and god, how could he forget those thighs? plump, soft and squishy. he couldn’t help the way his eyes darted to them everytime you guys went swimming together and you wore that tiny hot pink bikini he loved.
you were probably the most gorgeous girl he’s ever laid eyes on. which is why you’re the first person he asks for advice, of course.
“i don’t get it, you’re telling me you never even kissed a girl?” you asked gently, tilting your head as you looked up into his big brown eyes, a small chuckle leaving your lips.
“no! like, i know m’not the best looking, but—“ he muttered, before you stopped him by placing a finger to his lips.
“don’t say that.” you whispered, the tension in the air suddenly getting thicker. “m’not boutta sit here and listen to you insult the prettiest face ever.” you added, a gentle smile appearing on your face as your hands cupped his cheeks.
michael giggled and blush, his cheeks getting all rosy as he looked away. “you don’t mean that.” he replied, his voice soft and silky as he looked back at you, still smiling all flustered.
“oh, but i do, angelface. you just have to be the handsomest boy i’ve ever met.” you added, smiling wider and wider as the seconds passed.
you adored michael, truly. some might even say you were in love with him, truthfully. tho, never have you made a move — you always assumed michael wasn’t into relationships, or all the messes that came with it. you thought he was too gentle, too nice, too sweet to be with you — a maneater. you’ve always told yourself that you’re not the kind of girl michael is into, that he probably loves softer, gentler girls that match his personality style, and you couldn’t have been more wrong.
michael loved dominant women. those who knew their worth, who don’t take bullshit, who aren’t scared to put people in their places. the kind of woman that makes his knees weak, and his mind blank. aka you.
“i can’t believe a girl like you would want to hang around someone like me.” he whispered, his doe eyes staring down into yours.
“what are you sayin’, mike?” you mumbled, your voice softer as you kept your hands on his cheeks.
“i-i just..” he muttered before sighing, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, his long lashes hitting his cheeks. “i feel like such a loser. i-i’ve never.. y’know, done anything with a girl — let alone kiss her. am i that ugly?” he added, his eyes fluttering back open, yet still looking down at his thighs like he was ashamed.
“michael, look at me.” you whispered, your voice a bit more firm now, mike’s head lifting up and staring into your eyes with his big sad ones. “m’gonna show you how pretty you are.” you breathed out, which made shivers go down michael’s spine. “tell me if you want to stop, pretty boy.”
“wha— what?” he mumbled, stumbling over his words as you smiled, looking up at him while his cheeks were bright pink, his eyes scanning all over your face.
your lips slowly went over his, a soft gasp escaping michael’s throat into your mouth. his hands hovered over you, his brain already mush just from the feel and taste of your strawberry lipgloss on his lips. “w-wait—!” he suddenly gasped out, his hands going to your shoulders as you leaned back. “w-what are you— um, what are you d-doin’..?” michael asked gently, his breathing already quicker and heavier as he looked down at you, confused.
“m’givin’ you love.” you replied, voice still gentle — compared to your public persona. “s’okay if you don’t want to, michael.” you added, wanting to make him feel at ease as possible.
“y-you.. you don’t have to do this because you’re pitying me.” He mumbled, looking away as he fidgeted with his fingers.
michael’s words made you stare at him in silence, before a soft sigh left your nostrils, your eyes closing before your hands went back to his cheeks. “michael, m’not doin’ this cause i pity you.” you replied, smiling exasperatedly. “i wish you knew for how long i’ve wanted this. wish you could understand how my heart races when you’re around.” you added, which made michael’s breath hitch, his hands already gripping the sheets while his heart raced.
“you don’t have to reply.” you replied, michael staring into your eyes like he couldn’t peel his gaze away. “d’you want me to kiss you again?” you whispered, your breath ghosting over his lips. michael eagerly nodded his head, which made you smile. “words, baby.” the petname made michael’s body go warm, biting his lower lip in nervousness.
“y-yes, please. p-please kiss me.” he fumbled over his words, which made you smile and kiss him again.
you guided him through it. he was kissing you messily, trying his best to imitate your lips moving against his, his hands shakily resting against your waist, remembering all the stuff his brothers told him before. you could feel his trembling hands wander over you clumsily, not really knowing what he’s doing.
your hands gripped his wrists gently, your lips parting from him which made michael leave out a sad little noise. “michael, you don’t have to act like you know everything.” you whispered, your lips going to his jawline, which made him gasp and immediately throw his head back. “jus’ lemme take care of you.” you added, your hands running over his clothed chest as you lips kept moving down his skin onto his throat — sucking gentle hickeys.
michael fought with his own body, biting back on his lower lip until you gently nibbled down on his warm skin. “i wanna hear all the pretty noises you make, please.” you mumbled breathily against his skin, before going back to pressing kisses and gentle sucks on his throat.
it was like your words set something off in michael, a small whine leaving his lips, sending tingles all over your body. you loved seeing him unravel like him.
your lips traced slowly lower, lips moving across his throat and onto his shoulders, his breathing quickening as his hands trembled. “are you okay?” you whispered against his skin, your hands slowly pulling the hem of shirt he was wearing higher.
“m-m’fine, m-m’just— m’just nervous.” he admitted embarrassingly, looking away with a red face that made you giggle at his shyness.
“that’s okay. that’s normal.” your whispered, pulling the shirt higher until you took it off his shoulders, throwing it away behind you. “but i promise, m’gonna make you feel so good.” you added, pressing a soft kiss on his bare torso, michael’s eyes fluttering closed as he let out a shaky sigh.
your lips traced lower and lower, until your small fingers gripped michael’s belt, making him gasp and grip your wrists.
“w-wait—! i-i can’t let you—!” he mumbled hurriedly, his breathing heavy and loud now.
you looked up into michael’s eyes, yours full of need for the man you’ve craved for so long. “why not? i want to. do you want me to?” you asked gently, the eye contact making michael melt and bite his lower lip.
“b-but.. it’s so dirty.. i-i can’t let you do that..” he mumbled shyly, one of his hands going over his lips, which made you smile.
“s’okay, i wanna be dirty for you.” you whispered, your hands slowly undoing his belt, michael’s breath trembling as he gripped his own thighs.
you unzipped his jeans, tugging them slightly down to see the huge tent in michael’s boxers while he stared down at you. you pressed a soft kiss against his clothed hard-on, keeping eye contact as you looked up into his eyes through your lashes.
michael gasped loudly, his hips twitching up against you, his cheeks bright red. “m-m’sorry—!” He mumbled, before a shaky sigh left his lips as you kept pressing long open mouthed kisses against the thin cotton of his underwear.
“don’t apologize baby, just means m’doing my job right.” you breathed out, your fingers delicately pulling down on the strap of his boxers, making his hard cock slap against your face, making you smile.
michael gasped at the sight beneath him, his mind already dizzy. “o-oh god, oh god..” he panted, hands trembling against his thighs.
you kissed his pretty and flushed tip, making his dick twitch and a choked whimper leave his lips, his eyes fluttering. “breathe, baby.” you whispered, offering kitten licks all over the fat head of his cock, mewls leaving his lips.
as much as michael tried to breathe, he couldn’t slow down his heart. your lips slowly wrapped around his tip, making him gasp and buck his hips up against your face instinctively. the deeper you took him in your throat, the louder his noises were. your throat was so warm, wet and perfect — and you wanted to have him in. you wanted him.
it didn’t take long until you were bobbing your head up and down, loud slurping sounds as you hollowed your cheeks in, tongue swirling around his hard cock nestled deep into your throat. he was huge, and you kept gagging and drooling over him. the sight was so dirty, and michael couldn’t stop the loud moans leaving his plump lips.
“a-agh, g-god—! baby, babybabybaby—“ he cried out, his long slim fingers sliding into your curls, not pushing your head down but just needing to hold you.
you felt him twitch in your mouth, and his whimpers slowly got a higher pitch. you quickly pulled your mouth off him, a loud “pop!” sound filling your ears as you looked up at him, dick pressed against your cheeks with spit all over your chin, smiling with hazy eyelids.
“y-you look so d-dirty..” michael whispered, his cock twitching again — his body in contrast with his words which made you giggle.
“have you ever touched a woman, michael?” you asked gently, sitting back up, your hands slowly peeling the straps of you tank top off your shoulders with a smile.
michael’s breath hitched, his eyes going to your bare shoulders with a huge blush, heart racing. “n-no.” he rasped out, voice shaky as you threw your shirt god knows where, leaving you in a lacy hot pink and black bra.
“do you want to?” you whispered, getting closer, michael’s hands hovering around your bare waist, his lips parted open as he panted.
“p-please.” he whined, his eyes meeting yours, full of need which made you giggle.
your hands went over his, guiding them to your waist, before your lips went back to his, moving slowly as michael’s hands gripped your waist out of instinct.
“you feel so good against me.” you whispered against his lips, slowly crawling over his lap, making michael gasp into your mouth. your clothed pussy was right against his bare cock, still rock hard and needy from the orgasm denial you forced upon him earlier. “d’you wanna see me fully?”
michael nodded quickly and eagerly, his hands still on your waist. “y-yes, yes..” he breathed out, voice trembling while his eyes stayed on your tits sitting so prettily due to your bra.
you smiled gently, your hips slightly raising as you slid your shorts and panties down in one go, your pussy glistening from arousal just by sucking michael’s cock.
you settled back down on michael’s lap, his hard cock sliding between your wet folds, both of you letting out a shaky sigh.
“o-oh g-god, you’re s-so wet..” whimpered michael, his head throwing back as you slowly grind down against him, your wetness coating his length, gentle sighs leaving your lips.
your eyes scanned over him, realizing his size. sure, you weren’t unexperienced, it’s not like you’ve never seen a dick before — but god, michael was big. not super thick — but he was long. you bit your lip at the mix of the image of mike’s cock glistening with your wetness and your clit grinding against said length.
“i-i need to feel you inside me. y’gonna let me? gonna let me ride you?” you whispered, grinding a bit faster against michael, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips bucket up against yours.
“p-please.” he cried out, and you didn’t need to be asked twice.
you lined yourself up with michael’s twitching dick, shivering before you slowly slid down, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you open. your eyes fluttered closed, loud moans leaving your lips as your body adjusted to michael’s size. michael was whimpering, his hands squeezing your waist as they trembled, eyes practically rolling back as you slid down his length.
once you bottomed out, michael whined your name, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hid his face in your neck, panting heavily between whimpers. “o-oh b-babyyyy, f-feels soooo good..” he whimpered, hips twitching as he trembled.
you slowly started bouncing your hips over his, the tip of his cock hitting those perfect spongy spots inside you that already had you seeing white. “c-can’t believe m’your f-first, g-god fuck—“ you whimpered, slowly speeding up as wet sounds filled the room, a continuous “shlick , shlick , shlick” mixed with moans and whimpers. “w-wanna have you everyday, m-my boy..” you whispered against michael’s hairline as he kept his face in the crook of your neck, hypnotized by the feeling of your tight walls around him.
michael’s whimpers got louder and louder at your words, and you could feel him twitch inside you as you kept riding him, his hands now roaming all over your body in desperation — a stark contrast in confidence compared to earlier.
“i-i can’t, y’feel t-too good, o-ohhh—“ michael cried out, his head throwing back as your fingers went down to rub your swollen clit.
“m’so close, angel. p-please cum with me.” you whispered, breath ghosting over michael’s face as you kept riding him, ass bouncing against him.
michael’s eyes darted down, looking at your tiny hole swallowing him with each bounce until you started clenching around him — and it was all too much.
michael came deep inside you with cries of your name, his eyes closing as his hips twitched up, squeezing your waist. “o-oh—! i-i love you—!”
his words sent a spark down your spine, making you cum quickly after him. loud mewls left your lips as you clamped down around him, sucking his cock in like you never wanted to let go.
you collapsed against his chest, panting heavily while small drops of michael’s cum slid out of you, rolling down against his thighs while you sat seated on his lap.
“i love you too.” you whispered against michael’s shoulder, pressing a soft kiss as he panted heavily.
a/n: PHEWWWW this is my longest fic yet 😭😭😭 i hate how i wrote this eughh also my first mj fanfic pls b nice … pls accept my blog mjtumblr also PLSS CAN U TELL I LIKE DIRTY TALK
one-shot. smut. mean!bsf!mike x innocent!fem!reader. ooc mike. manipulation. crying kink. spanking. degradation. not proof-read. ༉‧₊˚. mike learning you’re going on a date.
it was a hot day of june, and you were bursting with happiness. you’ve met a guy earlier in class due to an assignment, and he was incredibly sweet. you guys agreed to exchange numbers, and he asked you out on a date! you couldn’t wait to tell your bestfriend the news, because aren’t bestfriends supposed to be happy for each other?
wrong.
later that day, mike let you in his apartment, a black hoodie on with some gray sweatpants, a small smile in his face as you both walked to his room for the sleepover you planned.
“mikey, you won’t believe what happened today!” you said all happy, smiling as you flopped down on his bed, while he sat down calmly next to you, an eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “i’ve got a date tomorrow!”
“a date?” mike asked, chuckling like he wasn’t believing a single word you said. he leaned against the pillow propped against the wall, his arms crossing. “you shouldn’t go. boys are freaks.”
your nose scrunched in confusion, your brows furrowing. “whatddaya mean?” you asked, which made mike sigh gently as he sat back straight, taking your hands in his.
“these boys.. they just want to take advantage of you. they’ve got sick and twisted ideas in their head. you can trust me, i’m a boy.” mike replied, staring down into your big doe eyes, looking at him through your lashes.
you’re confused. why wasn’t mike happy for you? all you’ve ever thought was how it was embarrassing that you didn’t have a boyfriend, and all those time mike helped you practice for your future boyfriend, what was that about?
“i think.. i think it’s good for me to experiment with love.” you muttered, looking away as your thumbs swirled, a bit nervous about mike’s reaction.
“good for you?” mike asked, his eyes squinting with a frown as he realized you weren’t buying his bullshit.
and that’s how you ended here — face pressed against the pillow, loud wet and clapping sounds filling the room mixed with your loud cries and moans.
mike was fucking the shit out of you, his tip kissing your cervix each time his big hands dragged your hips back against his roughly, your ass recoiling against his pelvis each time. your back was arched in a position that made you insanely comfortable, but quickly forgotten just from how hard mike was slamming his cock inside you, your ass up in the air and tears smudging your makeup against the pillow.
“he’s. not. good. for. you.” mike groaned, each word punctuated with a hard thrust of his hips, his eyes glued to the white creamy ring around the base of his cock and the way your thighs twitched. “only i am, m’the best thing for you baby.” he whispered, one of his hands pressing down on your back to make you arch harder. “say it.”
“y-you’re— you’re the b-best for me—!” you whimpered, feeling your body go into heaven.
the feeling of mike’s cock thrusting in and out of your tiny hole had you losing your mind, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar — but so good, feeling. his balls slapped against your clit, groans leaving his lips. each time his cock slammed back into you, it’s like he was trying to mold you into his, so that no one could hit your sweet spots like him.
“fuck, s’almost like you wanted this. tiny pussy swallowing me so fucking deep.” he groaned, before one of his hands lifted, palm slapping down roughly against the now reddening skin of your ass. “whore.”
mike’s words knocked the air out of your lungs, feeling so dirty. you’ve never heard mike say such mean things to you, and for some reason it’s like you can’t help the wet liquid drooling out of you, feeling insatiable.
“f-fuck, look at her.” mike rasped out, his eyes glued to your messy cunt. “you wanted this, mhh? you wanted your best friend to fuck you dumb?” he added, leaning against your back to whisper in your ear as his cock dragged in and out of your tight walls. “s-shit, could’ve just fuckin’ asked for it. would’ve pounded you against this mattress any day, f-fuckin’ slut.”
tears rolled down your cheeks and onto the pillow at mike’s nasty words, your cunt squeezing him tighter. “m-mike—!” you cried out, the headboard of the bed slamming against the walls as he pounded you from behind.
“o-ohhh yeah, fuckin’ take that dick. take that shit so fuckin’ deep in your tummy.” mike breathed out, his hand slapping down against your ass once again, a loud moan leaving your lips. “pretty pussy’s swallowing me whole, s-such a nasty fuckin’ slut. you just want me all to yourself, mh?”
tingles went all over your body, your hips twitching up as you clenched around mike’s dick, making him groan and throw his head back.
“poor little baby, eyes full of tears.” he whispered, smirking as his cock slammed into you faster and rougher, unable to stop the loud groans leaving his lips as you cried out loudly, nails sinking into the mattress. “shhh, i-i know baby, fuck— j-just let it happen.”
“m-mike, w-wait—! s’too much—!” you cried out, thighs trembling as he kept his rough pace, not slowing down for a single second.
“s-shut the fuck up, d-don’t take this away from me.” he groaned as his hand gripped your hair into a ponytail, before pulling tightly, making your face arch off the pillow.
it was too much, and you couldn’t stop yourself anymore. you came around mike’s dick with a loud cry, your eyes closing. but he didn’t stop, not at all, he probably would’ve sped up if it was physically possible.
“m-mike—! mikemikemike—!” you cried out, overstimulated by mike’s long dick hitting the tip of your cervix, loud groans leaving his lips.
“can he fuck you like this?” he groaned, “make you cry from how big and good his dick is inside you? fuck—“
your vision went white, and before you could even catch your breath you feel mike’s grip in your hair loosen until he lets go of it, before it wrapped around your throat and squeezed, cutting off most of your airflow.
your thighs started shaking again, long and slimy strings of wetness connecting your pussy with mike’s pelvis, a smirk on his face. you felt the same coil as earlier in your lower stomach — but this time, it was much more intense. too intense. it’s like you were going to die in a few minutes. you gasped and moaned the loudest you could despite mike’s hand blocking your air.
“m’yeah, fuck, you’re mikey’s little whore.” he rasped out, his free hand gripping your asscheek and spreading them apart. “say it.” he added, his grip loosening on your throat.
“m-m— m’mikey’s little w-whore—“ you gasped out, feeling insanely dirty. you cried out loudly again as the coil in your tummy got tighter, your hands trying to push mike away from behind.
“s-stop— stop.” he mumbled with a frown, his hand leaving your throat and wrapping around both your wrists, pulling your arms back. “s-stop fuckin’ fighting it. j-just— fuck, just squirt all over me. isn’t that what a whore like you would want? a man that cam make her squirt all over his dick?” he whispered, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more uncoordinated, while his fingers slid between your legs to rub and slap your clit.
your body was on fire. it was too much. you practically screamed his name, making mike pull out quickly to see all your juices squirt over his pelvis properly. “s-shit, you’re so f-fuckin’ wet f’me. c-c’mon, keep goin’..” mike cooed, his fingers rubbing left and right roughly against your folds, dragging more liquid out of you, flying all over his hand and the sheets below. “thereeee we go.” he whispered, before slamming his dick inside you once again, making you scream.
“gonna cum so fuckin’ deep inside you.” he groaned, his fingers digging into your asscheeks as his head fell down, sweat dripping from his damp and dark curls as his adam’s apple bobbed. “a-and— and you’re gonna squirt a-all over me while i do it, again.”
it didn’t take long till mike gave one final thrust, a ragged moan leaving his lips as he looked down, not wanting to miss you making a mess. you whimpered loudly, squirting around mike’s cock, small drips of his own cum sliding out of you, making him bite his lower lip.
he pulled out with a sigh, slapped your ass again, before spreading your asscheeks and seeing all his cum slide out of you, pooling on the sheets under. “m’the only one good f’you.”
a/n: ok hi sorry for hiatus i was feelin bad abt my writing so pls remember if u have nothing good to say don’t say it </3 also send reqsssss!!! i write for st , shameless & mj :)
btw to the white person who’s out here saying she can write black well and then deliberately writing us a trashy and ghetto and THEN dming me saying “thats just how black people are”, I hope ur pillow hot, ur food burnt and ur followers all block u, stank girl x
