Muahahahaagaha iâve had this idea stuck in my head for like 2 months so enjoy it >:3c
You had just began dating Michael a little over 3 months ago. By some strange chance, your cousin had given you a free ticket to go and see a band called âThe Velvet Pulseâ, which is where you first met the tall, curly headed puppy dog of a boyfriend you had. You caught his attention in the crowd, and from that moment on, it seemed like fate had been on his side. Random chance meetings suddenly began, heâd run into you at a grocery store or somewhere in public, but he never had the chance to just stop to talk to you. It sucked being famous, but that didnât stop him from trying get to know you.
And now, here the 2 of you were. You straddled his lap on the couch of his apartment, his slender hands adorned with his usual jewellery sitting on your hips. Your arms hung around his neck as you pressed soft kisses to his skin, relishing in his school girl-esque giggling at each peck. Michaelâs smile was wide, and he felt content with his darling girlfriend in his lap, spoiling him with words of praise and compliments, his heart swelling with each word that spilled from your lips. Finally, you pulled back to stare into his eyes, your own goofy grin stretched across your face. Unhooking an arm from around his neck, you brought your hand up to his face, pressing your palm against the cool, pallid skin of his cheek. âI missed you.â you whispered, as if you werenât allowed to talk at your normal volume. âYou saw me last night.â he whispered back, softly squeezing the plush of your hips as he turned his head to press a kiss into your palm.
You giggled, pressing your forehead against his. âI know. But I havenât seen you today.â you retorted, rubbing your nose against his. âI know, Iâm sorry. Iâve been busy with the guys at the studio.â Michael soothed, leaning his chin forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hummed against his lips, pulling back to study his features. Despite having seen his multiple times before, you couldnât get over the way you seemed to be mesmerized each time you glanced at him. It was like you were falling in love with him all over again, your heart full as your eyes traced over his features repeatedly.
âYouâre being so lovey today.â Michael commented, his hands moving from your hips to rub over the soft skin of your thighs. His thumbs dug slightly into your flesh, massaging lazy circles on your legs. âI know. Iâm desperate for affection.â you gave a sigh, your hands coming down to rest on each of the manâs shoulders. âAww. Needy little baby.â he picked, giving you a playful pout as he teased you. âWow, okay, rude.â you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the man in playful agitation. Michael laughed at your reaction, pressing kisses all over your cheeks.
His final kiss was pressed to your mouth, but instead of a quick peck, Michael had other intentions. One hand snuck up to the back of your neck as he pushed your head closer to him, your head turning to fit your lips together like puzzle pieces. Your lips mashed together perfectly, his teeth grazing your lower lip. Biting the soft skin, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, tangling his muscle with yours as the hand on your hips rubbed up and down your side, sending shockwaves through your body. Michaelâs lips parted from yours, the man trailing kisses down your jaw and onto the flesh of your neck.
He nipped at your sensitive skin, pressing his tongue over the tiny bites before sucking at the affected area. You had no doubt that your neck was going to be black and blue, just as it always was when you stayed so late at the manâs house. It never went beyond heated makeout sessions, which you were eternally greatful for. The thought of going any further with him made you sick, but the way his lips ghosted over your skin made you want to finally let the man have you. âI want to feel you.â Michael murmured against your neck, pressing more delicate kisses over his attacks against your skin. âAnd I mean, really feel you. The thought of you drives me crazier and crazier everyday.â
Your breath stilled for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, you gave a quiet response to Michael. âO-okay. We can.â you stuttered, mentally slapping yourself for the hiccup in your words. Michael pulled back from your neck, his brows furrowed in worry as he scanned your features. âWhatâs wrong? We donât have to if you donât want to.â he asked, his hands reaching up to grab your face, his thumbs rubbing over your heated cheeks. You casted your eyes to the side, unable to turn your head away due to his hold on your face. âNo, really, I want to. ButâŠâ you reassured, sighing at yourself as your orbs flicked back to his face, âBut Iâve never⊠Done this before?â it sounded more like a question than a statement, you cringed.
Michael took a minute to process your words before you noticed his eyes widen slightly. âHey, Iâm serious. If youâre not ready, we donât have to keep going.â he said, moving his hands from your face. Grabbing a hold of your wrist and bringing it to his lips, he pressed a reassuring kiss to the inside of your arm. âIf you want to, Iâll let you be in control. I donât want your first time to be wasted and you not even feel good.â Michael added, making sure you knew your options. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you pondered his words. On one hand, stopping entailed your poor love having to take care of himself, and that made you feel bad. On the other, if you continued, you would probably end up embarrassing yourself and then neither of you would have any fun.
After a moment of thinking, you looked into your boyfriendâs eyes, giving him a soft smile. âI want to keep going.â you answered, adding a nod. âIâll help you, donât worry.â Michael reassured, his hands on your hips once again. Leaning towards you, he caught his lips with yours, and you fell back into the rythym you had corrupted. Gentle hands moved from your hips to find purchase on the plush of your rump, giving the covered flesh a gentle squeeze. Moaning into his mouth, you deepened the kiss, parting your lips when he swept his tongue over your bottom lip. His tongue twirled with yours, all while his hands massaged your bottom. Your skirt kept raising up with his ministrations, the bottom of your ass cheeks now peaking out from under the fabric.
Breaking apart from Michael, you pulled the bottom of your skirt up onto your waist, allowing him to directly feel the soft skin. Pressing your lips back to his, you became lost in the moment, your arms lazily pulling him closer into the kiss. His hands stilled, running up to rest on the outer side of your bare thighs as he broke from the kiss, panting softly. Michael smiled as he looked up at you, his eyes scanning your almost fully clothed form. âYouâre so beautiful, (Y/n).â he praised, smile widening at the blush creeping onto your face. He never called you by your name, not since the first time you had talked to each other. The use of your name seemed to solidify the moment, and brought you down from the high of the divine groping of the man beneath you.
You could only stare into the manâs eyes as warmth spred in your chest. It had only been 3 months, but you were sure that you had met your soulmate, the man that you would be happy with to keep for forever. âIâm ready to go on.â you spoke softly, fighting the urge to avert your gaze. âAre you sure?â Michael confirmed, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. You only nodded, and straightened yourself upright on his lap. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you pulled the article from your body. Your top was almost completely bare, save for a deep emerald green bra that hid your bosom from his sight.
Chocolate eyes shot down to the covered mounds on your chest, and pale hands came up to palm at the mounds, his eyes flicking back to yours to watch your reaction at his motions. The gentle, yet firm groping of your breasts from another person was actually quite nice. You had always made sure to pay attention to your tits when you masturbated, but something about Michael doing it sent a tingle through your body. It started in your core, and ran hot through your veins as he dipped his hands under your bra, his calloused fingers seeking out your nipples and lightly pinching them. A moan slipped through your lips, which were quickly silenced by the curly haired maleâs.
Michael pushed his tongue into your mouth, invading your wet cavern as if he was claiming it for himself. One thin arm snaked around your waist, hand planting against your frame, fingers softly digging into the skin of your lower back. He pushed down, at the same time grinding his hips up. The friction put against your clothed core made you shiver, your eyes fluttering shut as broke the kiss to moan at the shock that ran through your body. Your eyes opened, half lidded as Michael kept grinding against you, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your stomach began to feel like it was a tightening, your breath picking up as you neared your edge.
âMm⊠fuckâŠâ you managed to huff out, your hips beginning to move on their own. âEager for a virgin.â Michael teased, one hand squeezing your breast, the other still firmly planted on your lower back. The hand that was fondling your still clothed breasts shoved the bottom of the bra up, revealing your tits to the man. He watched as they swayed with the movement of your body, his tongue swiping across his lips. His hand found purchase on one of your mounds, kneading the flesh. To your unoccupied one, he swiftly caught your nipple with his mouth, his tongue flicking over the pert bud. You arched into his mouth, taking a sharp gasp at the added sensation. The tightness in your stomach strenghtened, and soon, your hips stuttered as you came, a drawn out whine pouring from your throat.
Michael sucked extra hard on your nipple before he released the bud, pressing a kiss against your tit. The hand on your other tit released itâs grip, and his other hand slid from around your back, both coming to rest on your hips. âGood girl. You sure you still want to keep going?â he purred, his thumbs hooking and unhooking from the waist band of your panties continuously, fidgeting with the fabric as he looked into your eyes. You nodded, leaning forward to kiss the ravenette. Your hands glided from his shoulder and to the buttons on his shirt, your fingers undoing each one as quickly as your could. Getting to the last button, you ran your hands over Michaelâs flat stomach, moving them up to his chest just to feel his skin beneath your palms.
You stopped rubbing his torso, your hands shooting down to unfasten his belt. His lips never stopped moving with yours as he helped to pull his pants down, shoving them down to the middle of his thighs. Breaking from the kiss to breathe, a part of you began to hesitate as you finally realized just how close you were to actually having sex. Michael seemed to notice the pause, and his wandering hands paused on your body. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. You smiled, giggling awkwardly at yourself. âNothing⊠Iâm just nervous.â you said, eyes downcast as one of your hand came up to trace circles on his chest with your index finger.
âAre you sure you want this? It wonât make anything weird if you want to stop.â Michael asked, reaching to grab your hands with his. âMichael, I am totally sure. Iâm just nervous because itâs my first time, and Iâm just⊠Iâm just anxious,â you scoffed at yourself, playing with the manâs fingers, âI want to keep going. Iâm ready.â you reassured, finally looking back into his eyes. The man smiled at you, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips.
Michael helped to slide your panties down, just enough to uncover your wet heat. His hand slid between your legs, fingers finding your wet slit and taking the opportunity to rub over your bundles of nerves. âAhn⊠fuck.â you moaned out, your forehead falling against his shoulder. The man beneath you chuckled at your reaction, unfortunately halting his actions. He didnât leave you hanging for long, as soon you felt a finger slide into your hole, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. Michaelâs finger curled inside of you, exploring your wet walls, mapping out your cunt with his digit. Your hips began to roll against his finger, eyes shutting as he stroked your g-spot, your shoulders raising as lightning striked your body.
Too lost in the moment, you almost didnât notice a second finger pushing into you, the digits spreading inside of you, helping to stretch your walls in preparation for your first time. Moans and gasps spilled from your lips, your eyes screwing shut as you felt the bubble in your stomach begin to grow. Just as you were about to climax again, Michaelâs fingers slipped from your cunt, causing you to whine at the loss. âUngh⊠dick.â you muttered out, causing the man to laugh. âYou already had one. Donât be selfish.â he said, bringing the fingers that were inside you to his mouth.
His tongue flicked out over his slender fingers, tasting your juices while keeping eye contact with you. You gulped, seemingly mesmerized at the way Michael savored your taste, cleaning your fluids from his long digits. Once he was finished, he raised his hips, pulling his boxers down to finally free his throbbing erection. Your eyes shot down to take in itâs appearance, and your stomach did flips at the sight of it.
It was slightly longer than average, standing at 7 inches and thick. The head was a delicious red, and pre cum dribbled from the slit at the very tip. It was rock hard, no doubt caused by you and the nightâs previous activities. Fighting the gymnastics of your tummy, you reached down, grasping the length in your hand. Michaelâs hips thrusted into your grasp, a groan leaving his throat at the actions. Stroking his shaft gently, you watched his face contort in pleasure, his mouth open slightly to let out his symphany of pleasure. It was long before his wrist grabbed a hold of yours, effectively stopping your movements. âShit⊠If you kept going, I was gonna cum,â he panted out, picking his head up to look at you, âThat grinding you had earlier had me ready to blow.â
You blushed at that, smiling sheepishly at his words. Wordlessly, you raised your hips, the hand that was still encircling his cock guiding his tip to your slit. Before Michael could ask if you were sure once again, you pressed your lips against his. Taking the leap of faith, you began to sink slowly onto his cock, moaning into the kiss you were sharing with the man. His girth began stretching your walls uncomfortably, but still, you pushed through, not wanting to stop until you had all of him inside of you. Michaelâs hands flew to your hips, helping you to oh-so-slowly take him to the hilt. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, you broke the kiss, sighing in content as the uncomfortablility died down. Instead, a nice sensation filled your body, and Michael had to stop you from rocking your hips.
âHey, careful. You need to get used to it.â he murmured, rubbing circles into your hips. You pouted, upset at the loss of euphoria you were hoping to achieve. You listened, though, settling for rocking your hips with the excuse of it making you stretch better. Michael gave you a stern look, but let you have your fun, secretly enjoying your mewls and off guard moans when you managed to strike against your g-spot. Finally, Michael tapped your hip, signaling for you to start whenever you wanted to.
Planting your hands on his shoulders for leverage, you began to slowly raise your hips up his length, and then slowly rocked back down, taking him all in once again. You set a steady pace of repeating the motion, your walls constricting around Michaelâs cock. The tall man had to fight back the urge to take the reigns, instead focusing on the way you fucked yourself onto him, your face twisting up in undeniable pleasure each time you bounced on his lap. His hands were all over you, stroking your skin delicately or running his fingers through your hair. Praises from him to you filled the silence in the room, your hips beginning to speed up as you felt the bubble returning.
Mewls and whines accompanied his encouraging words as your thighs began to burn. The way his cock stroked every deep part inside if you was dizzying, your mind lost as you felt the bubble growing. Soon, his speaking stopped, replaced by grunts and groans as his eyes fluttered shut, his hands squeezing against the soft flesh of your hips. Finally, your body had had enough, and your hips came to a stop as you came around the intrusion inside of you, a loud cry pulling from your throat. It wasnât long after that Michaelâs own orgasm came, his seed coating your walls after the intoxicating squeeze of your cunt. Slumping forward, you rocked your hips a few times, sighing happily into the manâs shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to him as he pressed kisses to the side of your head.
After a moment or two of just being with one another, you lifted your hips just enough for his cock to slide out of your cunt, settling back down against his thighs once more. Michael resorted to stroking your hair, taking in your scent as both of you finish the wind down from your highs, catching your breaths. âI donât know why I stayed a virgin for so long.â you remarked tiredly, turning your head to look into Michaelâs eyes. One eyebrow lifted, a smile tugging at the manâs lips. âOh yeah? Whyâs that?â he prodded, his hands rubbing circles into your back. âCause that was amazing.â you giggled, burying your nose against his neck. He laughed at your words, leaning his cheek against your nuzzled head. âDonât get all crazy now that youâre tainted.â he picked, closing his eyes as he basked in the moment. âMmm, Iâll think about it.â you retorted in a sing song voice, your own eyes fluttering closed. Then, you both fell asleep on the couch, soaking in each otherâs company as you just felt each other, your heart soaring at the thought of being with Michael.
