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female , pansexual , black w/ heavy southern accent , any pronouns , eighteen .
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summary: Michael has been feeling very self conscious about the weight he’s been gaining lately and you can’t have him feeling down on himself when you think it makes him 10x hotter than he already is!
cw: SMUT!, p in v, slight breeding kink, licking, sucking, biting, mentions of Michael’s weight issues
a/n: lowkey this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for like a month and I’ve just been too lazy to finish it but I’ve just been thinking about thiccc Michael and NEEDED to be heard so plsss enjoy!!
When you heard Michael call you into your shared room, the last thing you expected to see was a mess of shirts, pants, and belts thrown all over the place. You couldn’t see him in the room, but you could hear his panicked voice coming from the closet. As you step into the closet doorway, you stand there, watching your husband lose his mind over a pair of socks.
“Mikey, baby, what’s wrong?” Reaching your arms out towards him.
He turns his head in your direction at the sound of your voice. Michael slowly inches closer to you as the frown on his face only grows bigger by the second. You wrap your arms around his neck as he puts his arms around your waist and his head into the crook of your neck. You can feel him lightly kiss your shoulder as his large hands squeeze your hips. Michael continues his pouting as you slowly walk both of you backwards towards the bed before you turn around so that the back of his knees hit the bed.
As Michael sits on the edge of the bed, his legs spread for you to stand in between them, his hands pulling you as close as he can physically get you. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, leaning his head up so that he’s looking into your eyes. He looks like he might burst into tears at any moment, you think to yourself. What could have happened in the time that you left for your mini shopping trip and now?
“I can’t find an outfit for the awards” his voice is quiet and shy, almost as if he was embarrassed.
You can’t help the scrunch of your eyebrows or the face of confusion you make at his statement. He told you that he had the perfect outfit right after he got the news that he’d be going. You can feel him slightly shaking, a sign that his anxiety had been bad.
“What do you mean, Mikey? You showed me your outfit last week.” Your voice was soothingly soft.
Michael had moved to press his head against your stomach, avoiding your eyes as his hands play with the material of your lacy top. You heard him mumble something you couldn’t make out. Your hand moved down his head to his back, rubbing small circles, hoping to calm him down. You can hear him humming lightly like he’s avoiding saying the words again, his hands squeeze your hips, silently pleading you not to make him say it.
“... it doesn’t fit” he hesitates.
Your hand stops rubbing his back, looking down at him, you can’t see his face, but you know he’s waiting for your reaction. You knew immediately what this was about as soon as he spoke those words, the issue became so clear that he was insecure about his weight. Your hands move his shoulders, pushing him off of you lightly.
Before Michael can react, you’re sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs.
Now face-to-face with him, your hands fly to his hair, gently moving some strands out of his face. When he’s this close, you can see all of the emotions racing through his mind, it makes you want to shut the world out and just hold him close. Michael can’t help the shy smile that appears when he feels your hands even slightly touch him, even if that touch may be innocent in nature.
“Baby, what do you mean it doesn’t fit?” Your voice came out soft so that he would feel safe and unjudged about his weight. You felt his anxiety the more you messed with his hair and the more his hands squeezed your hips, another clear sign that he was anxious.
“Just doesn’t look good on me, mama” The worry is evident in his voice as he grips your hips to move you off of his lap. You look up at him from your spot on the bed as he stands up and walks back towards the closet. “Mikey, why don’t you put the outfit on for me?” You can tell the question catches him off guard by the way his head pops back out from the closet door.
Michael looks at you as if you could be joking, but all he can see is the pure love you have for him. He takes one last glance at you before disappearing back into the mess he made, finding the outfit he claims looked terrible on him.
It takes all of ten minutes for Michael to appear in front of you in what could have been one of the most pleasing looks he’s ever worn before, in your opinion.
He’s standing in front of you in a white bedazzled button-up with a torn white undershirt, his jeans also have a bedazzled design that you can’t look away from. The way the torn shirt is sitting gives you a perfect look at his chest hair that’s peeking out. He put on a white bedazzled belt to match his shirt and the way it’s sitting on his waist has your mouth watering.
“Oh my god, mikey…oh my god” the only words that can escape your mouth have michael shying away and his eyes wander everywhere but where your sitting on the bed.
Your thighs clench as you see him walk towards the floor length mirror that sits in the corner of your room. You can’t help but think that the weight that he’s gained has helped him fill out the jeans he’s wearing and the way his shirt is tucked into them, it’s made his little belly poke out just slightly.
Michael’s back is towards you as you stand from your spot on the bed, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your hands land on his chest, lightly running one of your fingers down the exposed area of his skin until your hands land on his stomach. He turns his body to face you, and you look up into his eyes once he’s done moving.
You lean into him and press a kiss to his exposed chest, making him giggle, resting his hands on both sides of your head, fingers running through your hair.
You press another kiss to his chest, dragging your nose lightly against his skin, moving in a line down his body. Your hands come up to unbutton the last two buttons that hold his shirt together, Michael lets his head fall back as you hook your finger into his belt loop.
You lean back into him, deciding to catch him off guard, you lick at his chest before looking into his eyes. His eyes go wide. “baby, what are you doing?” Turning his head to the side, you kiss at his jaw, nipping lightly before catching his lips for the first time all night. Michael’s hands slide down your waist, gripping tightly as he leans into your kiss, he lets out a little whimper.
“I just want to make you feel good, Mikey” Leaning back to catch his gaze, his eyes are already blown out, he’s falling into your trap.
You move your hands down to grab his from your waist, guiding him back to the bed, making him sit down. You stand between his thighs, hands planted on his chest as you sink to your knees. Now looking up at him from your position, you slide your hands down to his belt. Michael leans back to help you unbuckle it.
He lifts his hips once you have the belt undone, you move to pull his pants and underwear down, his semi hard dick sitting right in front of you. You grab him at the base, giving it a gentle pump, “oh my god, I’ve missed seeing your cock, baby” Michael’s hands fly to his face, hiding his shy blush.
It really only has been a day since the last time he fucked you but it’s like the first time all over again.
“Don’t be shy, Mikey, you know I love how big you are” looking into his eyes, you stick your tongue out, bringing his tip closer until he can feel the wetness of your mouth. You tap the head of his dick against your tongue before closing your lips around it, sucking gently.
Michael whines out as he feels your mouth suck him in deeper, looking at him through your lashes, you can see him throw his head back. You feel his large hand land on the back of your head, never rushing your pushing you down, just resting. You can feel the rest of his cock harden at your actions, now standing at it’s full length, you bring your free hand to help pump slowly up and down as you continue to suck. Cheeks hollowing as you take more of him in, the sounds are wet and messy, michael’s high pitched moans egging you on. You ease off of him with a wet popping sound, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his tip.
“Baby you don’t have to do this” his voice almost cracking as he tries to remain gentlemanly.
You don’t respond as you back up, moving to stand, you take your lace top off, leaving you in nothing but your bra. Michael moves to unbutton your jeans, helping you pull them down, along with your panties. His eyes never leaving yours, you turn, signalling him to unhook your bra for you, and it takes him all of two seconds to have it sliding down your shoulders leaving you completely bare for him.
Michael leans back for you to sit on his lap, instead you fall back to your knees, he looks down at you, confused, you lean down further, licking from the base of his cock to the tip. Your saliva mixed with his pre-cum helping you pump. You circle his tip with your thumb, watching him fall apart, leaning down to lick at his balls just the way he likes it. You can hear his breathing start to quicken, his thighs lightly shaking, sucking one of his balls into your mouth, your tongue teasing him even more.
You let up right before michael can completely come undone, “what’s wrong? Are you okay mama?” his gentle sweetness makes you blush.
You move to place a kiss on his lower stomach, never breaking eye contact, “i love your little belly, Mikey” placing another kiss.
“You look so healthy and sexy, baby” another kiss.
You trail your kisses back up to his chest, licking from the bottom of the tear in his shirt to his neck before sucking on his most sensitive spot. His hands find there way from your ribs down your waist, planting them until you move them down to your ass. Michael squeezes, making you jump a little, “you really think i look good like this, baby?” his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
“More than good mikey, you look so handsome…” nipping at his neck.
“So pretty…” leaving a kiss on the spot you just bit.
“So manly” a small moan escapes you as you say your last praise, licking him.
You can feel michael’s hands gripping the flesh of your ass tightly, like he’s locking every single one of your words in a vault in his head. You can feel his hips thrusting up against you, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.
Your hands move to lift his shirt, he takes both of them off, throwing them somewhere in the room. Michael tries to stand up, signalling you to lay down for him, “nuh uh, baby, tonight is all about you, mikey” he starts to protest but before he can get any words out your grabbing his cock, pumping up once, twice, before sliding his head along your lips, your juices covering his dick.
“Oh fuck, mikey” your head falls to the side, eyes falling shut. He can’t help the way his hands come to grip your ass, you fall foward slightly, free hand landing on his chest. “Please, mama, you got- ahh gotta put it in, please ughh” michael can barely get the words out without stuttering.
Before you fall apart just from his whining, you line his cock up with your entrance, sinking down slowly. “Ahhhh mikey” you can’t help but clench around the head of his dick, sending a shover down michael’s spine, you feel him twitch. He’s trying so hard not to thrust his hips into yours, knowing that you needed a minute to adjust to even just a little bit of him. Your french tips leaving crescent shaped marks on his chest, as you sink further down until you’re sat completely on him.
You sit still, adjusting to his girth, feeling him in the deepest parts of your body, you lean down kissing his chest before making your way up to his lips, he moans into your kiss. One of Michael’s hands comes up to play with your hardened nipple, pinching it, making you moan into his mouth.
That’s when you finally lift your hips, placing both your hands on either side of Michael’s head to gain control. You sink back down, Michael catches one of your breasts in his mouth, lightly biting at the skin around your nipple. Your pace begins to quicken the more he kisses at your chest, “baby you feel so good, don’t stop mama, please don’t stop” his whining keeps getting louder the faster you move your hips.
You lean back to sit up straight, Michael follows you, not wanting to let you go. He wraps his arms around your body, his hips thrusting up to meet your pace. From this angle he feels impossibly deep, you can feel his belly bumping into yours, that feeling alone makes you want to scream.
His soft skin rubbing against yours, you can’t help but grab at his thighs, watching as they jiggle while he thrusts up into you. The soft skin of his thighs has you clenching your walls around him, Michael looks down to where you’re connected, a white rim at the base of his cock from your juices and his pre-cum. His grip on your hips tighten as he feels your head fall into the crook of his neck, a sure sign that you’re close.
“Mikey please cum in me, please fill me up, baby” your sentence only fuels him to move faster. “You want me to fill you up baby?” He knows you can't say no because you love the feeling of him twitching inside you.
“Yes baby please I need it so bad, wanna feel it so bad” the notch in your stomach snaps after he hits that spongy spot and it feels like you just reached cloud nine. He stalls his hips, nestled deep inside your warm walls, you can feel him twitch, his cum shooting deep inside you with a whine into your ear.
Your nails are planted into his backpack once you feel his cum shoot deep in your pussy. Clenching down on his cock, trapping him as you grind your sensitive clit against him. His long fingers find their way down to rub gentle circles, making you whimper into his shoulder as you soak him with your juices.
After what felt like forever Michael gently lays back down, bringing you with him. The movement makes you twitch and clench around his softening cock still nestled in your walls. He rubs his warm fingers along your spine as you cuddle into him, not caring that you both are a sweaty sticky mess. “I want you to know that I love you no matter what size you are, Mikey” his hands squeeze your sides as if he’s answering you.
“I know mama, you proved your point” he plants a kiss on your forehead as your eyelids slowly become heavier with every blink.
synopsis: after losing his virginity, michael is basically hard 24/7.
cw: smut, mentions of oral (m!receiving), mentions of virginity loss, dry humping, p in v, creampie (sorry this is like a baseline for all my fics atp), handjob, wet dreams, praise, dirty talk, whiny!michael (my fav), mutual obsession..? yo gang i stink at tagging stuff
requested !! (ty anon ily)
based off either otw/thriller!michael
michael’s face was buried so deeply in the crook of your neck that his desperate whines were muffled directly against your skin.
he was shoved deep inside you, his chest pressing into yours as he frantically thrusted, his hips jerking with a clumsy urgency that overrode his usual gentleness.
he couldn't stop the high whimpers escaping him every single time his hips slammed flush against yours, his hands clutching at the sheets on either side of your head because he was absolutely losing his mind.
should you say that you didn’t expect this?
no, you definitely did.
ever since the night of the 1980s grammys, your relationship had been rewritten into something insatiable.
you had both come home riding the high of the awards and lost your virginities to one another, and god, did that unlock a monster.
they always say that once you finally cross that line, it changes your body completely.
it was true.
giving your innocence to one another didn't satisfy the craving; it only made the hunger twice as bad.
now that your bodies knew exactly how good it felt to fuse together, the physical need for each other had become an actual addiction.
it was like a switch flipped, and suddenly neither of you could get enough of each other. you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you, but michael was so much worse at hiding it.
he would literally whine and beg to take you, his voice cracking with a needy pitch that left him embarrassed afterward – yet he just couldn't help himself.
he got hard the absolute second you crossed his mind.
sometimes that desperation got so overwhelming – so violently thick between you, that there wasn't even time to pull your clothes off. he’d get so needy that he would grab you by the waist, dragging you onto his lap to straddle him.
you’d both start humping against each other like animals in heat, grinding together with a feverish friction that left you both mewling into each other’s necks as you chased the relief.
your underwear would already be drenched, soaked through with your slick arousal. michael would lose his mind at the wetness of it, his hips jerking uncontrollably against yours, fucking into you harder and harder until he’d choke out a broken cry as you both came, soaking right through your clothes.
it was a constant, beautiful torment for him.
frequently, you’d wake up in the dead of night to the heavy press of his weight. he’d be trapped in the grip of a vivid wet dream, his long fingers subconsciously wrapped around your waist to anchor you tightly against his hips.
hearing his frantic breaths and the desperate whines vibrating against your neck, you'd reach up to gently run your fingers along the ends of his curls, softly whispering his name to pull him out of it.
he’d wake up with a shudder, his movements coming to an abrupt halt. the second he realized he’d been dry-rutting you in his sleep, he’d squeeze his eyes back shut and bury his face deep into your shoulder, his skin burning hot.
"’m sorry," he’d mumble, sounding embarrassed.
“‘s okay, baby” you’d whisper, stroking his hair to settle him as you reached back down between your bodies, your fingers slipping under his waistband.
michael would let out a gasp at the contact, his body locking up tight. he’d be too embarrassed to say anything else, just letting out a small, needy whimper as his hips instinctively jerked forward into your palm, his body quivering as he shot his cum straight into your hand.
and it didn't matter how public or innocent the setting was; his mind was entirely corrupted by you.
just a few weeks ago, during a particularly hot day by the pool, the backyard had been full of his siblings laughing and playing music. you had been sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, completely oblivious, casually eating a blue popsicle to stay cool.
across the pool, michael had been completely hypnotized.
he watched the way your lips wrapped around the popsicle, his chest tightening as his mind drifted to how good it felt when you hollowed your cheeks to suck him just like that, or how incredibly filthy it would look to see his creamy white cum dripping against the bright blue stain on your tongue.
his eyes dragged down, eyeing just how good your body looked in that swimsuit, fiending over the sight of you.
he couldn't stop staring at your soft curves, his gaze locked onto how plump your ass looked pressed against the lounge chair.
he felt so dirty – so guilty for thinking that way about his sweet, precious girlfriend, but the blood rushed straight to his dick so fast it made his head spin. he just couldn’t seem to look away.
it could be something as sweet as you gently playing with his curls, absentmindedly tracing shapes on his chest while cuddling under a blanket, or even just the mere scent of your perfume. all of it – every single little thing you did – had him losing his mind.
whenever you caught him like that – feeling the thick length of him pressing against you during a simple hug – you couldn't resist teasing him.
you’d shift just enough to grind subtly against it, whispering a soft, teasing comment about how bad he wanted you, even though the sheer sight of his needy state made your own thighs rub together, completely soaked with the knowledge that the slightest thing you did could turn him like this.
which was kinda how you ended up in this predicament tonight.
you were standing by the edge of the dining room, just listening to the loud chatter of the family gathering, when you felt the unmistakable warmth of michael hovering right behind you.
without speaking a word, he leaned over your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against your jawline before trailing a slow path down the sensitive skin of your neck.
your stomach flipped. you quickly looked around the crowded room, your heart hammering against your ribs as you tried to make sure no one was watching.
"michael..." you whispered, your voice a nervous warning as his mouth sank right into the crook of your shoulder.
he didn't care.
he didn't even look up at the crowd, engulfed by the scent of your skin. his fingers slipped down to lock tightly with yours, his palm burning hot as he gave an insistent tug and started guiding you away from the room. you obviously didn’t object. you wanted him just as bad.
so you swallowed hard, letting him lead you quickly past the noise of the hallway and straight up the steps.
the second you crossed the threshold of his bedroom, the door clicked shut, wasting no second to lock it.
michael didn't even give you a second to breathe before he was pressing you back against the wood.
he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss that started out deceptively gentle. it made you melt against him, but it only lasted for a heartbeat.
you let out a soft sigh, and his tongue took advantage of that, pushing past your lips. he completely consumed your mouth, his tongue deep and demanding as it slicked over yours with an uncoordinated hunger.
you could hear the wet, sloppy friction of your lips sliding together, the heat of his saliva slicking your chin as he tilted your head back to get a deeper angle.
he swallowed your quiet gasps as his mouth tasted you, his tongue stroking yours with heat. you mewled into his mouth as your thighs shifted together, trying to relieve the ache between them.
“michael–” you tried to gasp out, your hips jerking forward to grind against his cock.
he interrupted you, muffling the sound of your voice under another kiss, his mouth sliding hungrily over yours. you managed to pull your mouth away from his, your breaths coming in ragged pants.
“michael, wait– they’re gonna notice we’re gone,” you breathed out, your head tilting back against the door to look up at him.
he didn’t care though, his eyes were glued to your mouth. instead of answering, his lips dropped to your neck. he sucked hard, bruising the sensitive skin under your jaw, leaving a mark that will definitely darken later. his tongue lapped at your skin as a moan escaped your lips, which only drove him crazier. your moans alone were pulling guttural groans from his chest.
his hands were all over you.
his long fingers dug bruisingly into your waist, anchoring you tight before his palms slid down, his large hands roughly cupping the plump flesh of your ass through your clothes and lifting you slightly to grind his rock-hard cock right into your dripping center.
a breathless whimper tore from his throat into your mouth, his grip tightening as his hands slid back up your torso, his palms slipping hungrily under your shirt to map out every inch of your bare skin.
he was squeezing your waist, his thumbs tracing the curve of your ribs, utterly fiending for the feel of you as the kiss grew messier.
“oh god, baby, please– need y’so bad,” he gasped out against your lips.
michael's hands slid down your sides to hook firmly under your thighs. he hoisted you right up off the floor, your legs locking around his waist. keeping you anchored against his chest, he stumbled away from the door, his long legs moving quickly across the room towards the bed.
he leaned forward, laying you down flat on your back as he climbed over you, his frame crowding over yours. he was breathing like he’d been running, his fingers shaking as he hooked them into the hem of your shirt.
"take it off, baby. lemme see you," he rasped.
he yanked it up and over your head in one clumsy motion, tossing it onto the floor. you didn't wait either, your hands scrambling to take his shirt off, peeling the fabric off his shoulders.
you planted your open palms firmly against his bare chest and gave him a push, catching him off guard just enough to roll him over onto his back, shifting your weight so you were the one straddling his lap.
your hands flew down to your waist, quickly peeling your bottoms and underwear off your legs and kicking them away entirely.
sitting bare on top of him, you felt his throbbing cock pressing perfectly against your soaking core through his jeans.
“need to be inside you,” he rasped.
you reached down to unbuckle his belt and pop the button of his pants, shoving the denim down his hips just enough to let his length spring free. his cock was obscene – flushed dark, with veins raised under the skin, the tip slick with precum.
you leaned your weight forward, holding yourself up with your hands as you ground yourself over him, a slow slide from the base of his cock all the way to the wet tip.
the friction was dizzying.
the contrast of his searing heat rubbing directly against your sensitive, soaking folds felt so overwhelming, sending a wave of electricity to the pit of your stomach.
michael looked like he was losing it beneath you. his head rolled back into the pillow, his jaw locked tight as his chest heaved for air. he could feel every single ridge of his cock being squeezed and slicked by your wetness.
"baby, please... you're killing me," he choked out, his voice strained with desperation.
his fingers dug bruisingly deep into the flesh of your hips, his knuckles turning white as he completely lost his grip on his self-control. "i can't... i can't take it– need to feel you..."
before you could grind against him a third time, his large hands clamped down hard on your waist, halting your movement. with an upward thrust of his hips, he guided his tip and buried himself all the way inside you in one deep push.
your head snapped back, a loud, high-pitched moan ripping from your throat that michael quickly caught by throwing his hand over your mouth, his own body trembling violently as he filled you completely. he let out a shuddering groan against your neck, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
"y'have to be quiet, sweetheart" he choked out, his hips twitching inside you as he adjusted to the heat of your core.
the sensation of being buried deep was too much to handle.
a broken whine tore from his throat as his body took over, entirely overriding his brain.
he completely lost control of his hips, his lower body jerking up against yours in frantic, uncoordinated twitches. his cock pulsed within your gummy walls before he could even find a rhythm.
"can't– baby, i can't stop," he panted, his eyes completely blown out.
michael gripped your waist and pushed you backward, forcing you flat onto your back. you let out a squeal as his large hands slid down to hook under your knees, lifting your legs high and draping them over his shoulders.
he let out a high, pathetic mewl at how incredibly tight you felt from this angle, his face flushing a deep red.
he didn't waste another second.
gripping your hips for leverage, he began fucking into you, slamming his pelvis against yours with a frantic urgency.
the bedroom filled with a symphony of filthy noises. loud schlick, schlick, schlick sounds echoed with every thrust, his cock dragging a creamy ring of mixed precum and your own arousal out before plunging right back inside.
the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin was deafening. every single time he slammed flush against you, his pelvis hit perfectly against your clit.
both of you were miserably failing to muffle your noises. the force of his desperate ruts was so intense that the headboard began slamming violently against the wall.
any thought of staying quiet was completely forgotten. despite his own warning, michael was far too gone to care anymore, letting out loud, unbridled whines with every slam of his hips.
"ah... god, you're soakin' through the sheets, baby," he rasped. "milkin' me so hard... it's so wet, makin’ such a mess."
hearing those vulgar words come out of his usually polite mouth made a hot blush rise to your cheeks. a thrill shot through you, causing your walls to instinctively squeeze around him.
"m-mike, michael," you stammered out, your voice cracking, completely breathless as your head thrashed against the mattress. you were so overwhelmed by pleasure that you could barely mutter coherent words. "you feel so fucking good–"
the words dissolved into a high whine as he gave a particularly deep thrust right into your sweet spot.
it felt so heavenly, the pleasure was so intense, that hot tears slipped from the corners of your eyes and dripped down your temples.
his pace sped up even more, his curls damp with sweat as he looked down at you like you were his entire world.
"’m so close, michael, please," you whined, your hands tightly clawing at his bare shoulders.
michael let out a broken moan at your begging, a breathless sob tearing from his throat. he looked so overwhelmed – almost in pain from how good it felt.
"gonna give it all t'you, baby. every single drop," he choked out.
he didn't slow down for a single second. the headboard battered against the wall as he buried himself to the hilt.
michael went rigid after he gave one final thrust.
a high, broken cry tore from his throat, his head dropping onto your shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut.
the first rope of his cum shot out of him with a pulsing force, flooding your womb.
michael let out a trembling sob against your neck, his fingers digging bruisingly deep into your thighs as his cum spurt inside you in heavy ropes, painting your insides, filling every single fold and crevice until you were overflowing with his seed.
the volume of it felt endless, coating your walls and sending a wave of pleasure that triggered your own climax.
"baby, baby, baby," michael whimpered as his hips continued to twitch helplessly against yours.
he was spent, his chest heaving heavily against yours as he melted into you.
even as the spurts slowed, he didn't pull away.
he collapsed into the crook of your neck, his face buried deep as his skin burned hot. he let out small, shuddering breaths as the creamy mixture of his cum and your slick slowly began to leak out from between your thighs, cementing the mess you had made together.
michael shifted slightly, lifting himself up on his elbows just enough to look down. his gaze drifted to where you two were still joined, staring right at the thick white mixture slowly oozing out onto the sheets as he pulled out.
"you're so nasty, michael," you teased, though you couldn't take your eyes off it either.
michael huffs out a breathless laugh, biting his bottom lip as a deep blush rushes to his cheeks.
"you're lookin' too," he mumbled softly.
"but you looked first," you countered with a soft laugh, fingers gently tracing at the nape of his neck as he shook his head at you.
once the silence of the bedroom settled over you both, the house suddenly felt terrifyingly quiet.
michael shifted slightly, his cheek pressing against your shoulder. he blinked for a second, the fog in his brain clearing just enough for the stillness of the house to register.
"christ..." he breathed out. "do y'think they heard that?"
you let out a weak laugh, your hands playing with the ends of his hair. "michael, you literally slammed the bed into the wall for like fifteen minutes straight."
he raised his hands, hiding his face as his skin burned a bright red. "don't say that... oh, god, please don't say that. we're never going back downstairs."
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sorry i always get carried away w/ sub!michael
also i edited this like 8 times n i got sick of rereading so if anything sounds off PLEASE let me know n ill take a look
having a sleepover with jackie and u have a wet dream👀 (not sure if ive requested this)
somno & i made this best friends AU since its hotter that way!
Your body squirms against the soft sheets, small moans leaving your lips as the fabric rubs against you sensitive skin—your nipples are hard underneath your night shirt and they ache so badly..
Most people would look at the scene and think from the face up, you were getting fucked, i mean, in your dream you were.
But Jackie? he had to wake up to his own friend, bumping and grinding in bed, still sleep but sexually frustrated anyways.
you whimper, turning on your stomach and pressing your face into the pillow, hips still twitching. Jackie can’t help but feel bad and wanna help, so.. he lifts the covers back.
it exposes your body clad in just a oversized t-shirt he lent you, and some cotton panties that were disgustingly soaked through.
he lets out a quiet groan, about to pull back his hand, when yours grabs it fast, eyes still closed but your mouth was rampant. “Don’t.. please, i need help..” you whine.
And how can he say no to that?
he peels off your damp panties and tucks them in his sweats pocket (shhh) before his long fingers start rubbing up and down your wet slit—getting his fingers all soaked.
then hes pushing two inside, causing a porn-worthy moan to leave you lips, hips bucking. “No.. stay still, i got you..”
He scissors his fingers in and out of you with swiftness, thumb working against your clit, drawing out the pleasure and making a knot pop in your stomach.
The orgasm is ruthless—slow and all consuming. “Jackie..” you mumble, looking up at him, about to shut your legs.
“Im not done with you. I helped you, so now you help me.”
