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-`♡´- Your boyfriend Michael x Asfab reader -`♡´- unfinished:(

ᰔᩚ "We're gonna have to tell him you'll only be a girlfriend of mine."

"I'm gonna be your boyfriendᰔᩚ"

WARNING: THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING...

kissing, childhood friends to lovers, black reader, asfab reader, nipple play/sucking, oral sex(f/r), slightly jealous Michael, possessive reader and Michael, unprotected sex, fingering, pleasure dom/service dom Michael, thriller era/1982, non-famous au, mentions of marriage and cheating, squriting, wealthy Jacksons au, flirting, teasing, slight overstimulation and, more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY AND DO NOT INTERACT. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, please look away kindly, thank you.

Plus size and skin tone friendly, no mentions of skin tone, weight, or height. Hair type frinedly, no mentions of hair color, texture, or wraps/coverings. Intended for black women. fem pet names used, such as "good girl." "pretty girl." "my girl." etc.

wc: 6kish sorry >n< (not proofread…sorry for any mistakes.)

“You have a crush on Marlon?” Michael laughed hysterically, tumbling back as he held his stomach and cackled loudly into the air.

“Stop laughin’!” You lightly hit his chest in an embarrassed manner. “It’s not funny!” When you told your childhood friend about your newly developed crush on his slightly older brother, you expected him to give you advice on how to win him over—maybe even tell you that he felt the same—but instead, as Michael always had, he laughed. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt and tears peaked in his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just…MARLON?” He exaggerated as he caught his breath. You didn’t get the problem.

You jerked your head back, offended by his tone, “what’s wrong with that? Marlon is extremely attractive.” You defended. “He’s got nice abs, a pretty smile, pretty eyes and—“ Michael put his hand up and stopped you.

“Yeah, I don’t need the details.” He said with a chuckle, “besides, of all my brothers, him?” He asked again. “He’s great and all but, isn’t there anyone else?”

You sighed with a soft smile, thinking of Marlon as you stared up at Michael’s ceiling. “I dunno…” You breathed out with a blissful expression, “he’s just so….fine.” Michael shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I mean, all your brothers are so talented and just so sweet to me, but Marlon...”

“Yeah, sweet until you leave…” he muttered. You shot him a quick glare. “I’m just sayin’!”

You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head. “You’re just jealous.” You replied.

“Jealous?!” Michael retorted. “And why would I be jealous?” You smirked at his annoyed expression and looked away from him.

“Well, for starters, Marlon is taller.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You need ya’ eyes checked girl, I’m taller than him.” You huffed. “I have no reason to be jealous. I just think you have strange tastes.”

“Yeah you do.” You argued, “Marlon gets more girls than you.” This made Michael laugh, but not like before. It was more of a laugh of disbelief and smugness.

“More girls?” He taunted, “Girl, the women love me! Marlon wouldn’t know what to do if he woke up as me.” He teased. He leaned a bit closer, leaning on his palm as he spoke in a soft and confident tone, “why, he’d be drownin’ in beautiful women like a fool if he were me.” For some odd reason your heart fluttered, he looked you in your eyes with this daring and dangerously charming expression. “Gettin’ a girl aint a problem for me.”

You felt your breathing catch for a moment, you could very faintly smell his minty breath, it made you want to inhale a bit more, but instead you lightly pushed him back and rolled your eyes.

“Sure and I bet you could have any girl you wanted.” Michael shrugged.

“I could.” He said simply. “But what’s the fun in every other girl, ones enough for me.” You laughed as he laid back and put his arms under his head, he sighed softly and stared up at the ceiling with a smile as he closed his eyes. “My brothers don’t get that, I bet if a girl gave all of them a chance, they’d act like a bunch of dogs seeing’ who could get ‘er first.”

You clicked your tongue and held a bubble of air in your cheek. You have heard of their scandalous behaviors before, but you didn’t care. You really liked Marlon, or at least how he looked and spoke to you. He was sweet and talented, he was funny too and very outgoing. You liked those things about him. You imagined dating him would be so fun, you just had to know what it was like.

“Well anyway,” You started. “I need your help.” That was why you told him, you wanted Michael to give you advice on how to win his brother over. “Tell me what his type is.” Michael peaked an eye open at you and raised his brows.

“You want me to help you date my brother?” You nodded enthusiastically with a big smile. “I don’t think you wanna do that.” But it slowly fell when Michael said that.

He was being so difficult. Every time you like anyone he always acts like this. When you told him you liked a now ex, mutual friend, he laughed at first and then told you that he was a ‘bad guy.’ And a ‘total schmuck.’ You let it go that time-, and luckily so since you later found out he was a serial cheater. The second time it was a lifeguard you met at the water park with Michael. He gave you his number and you were gonna call until Michael told you he gave all the girls his number, you took his advice that time and threw the piece of paper out-, deciding to spend your time swimming at the Jackson estate instead. But now, you feel almost annoyed by his constant negativity regarding the guys you like.

“And why not? I’ve known your brothers for a long time now and, Marlon is a very sweet guy.” Michael sighed and went quiet for a moment.

You didn’t get the problem. You both know his brother is a good person, he’s never given you reason to believe otherwise either. While he was usually able to give you a reason why your short crushes were a bad idea, he hadn’t given one solid explanation of why it was a bad idea yet. You were beginning to wonder why he was always so against you liking guys. Maybe he was just overprotective—you have been friends since he was just a child—or maybe he was just weirded out by the idea of you dating. That made sense. You pondered for a moment and then something clicked. Your eyes widened in realization and you grinned knowingly.

“Oh, I get it now.” Michael opened his eyes and look at you, seemingly growing nervous at your expression. “I know why you always get so weird about me dating.” He propped himself up on his hands and stared with wide eyes as his apple cheeks flushed.

“W-What? I don’t get weird about you dating!” Michael denied. His frantic response and sudden anxiousness made you completely sure, it was absolutely adorable.

“You’re just worried I’ll stop being your friend if I get a boyfriend.” You claimed.

Oh, if only you knew how Michael’s pounding heart slowed at your allegation. You didn’t catch his sigh of relief or the way his tensed shoulders slowly fell into relaxation.

He chuckled at your claim and flopped on his back again. “I mean, it would cramp our style if you started invitin’ some airhead to hang with us, three’s a crowd, y’know?” You cooed in a teasing manner and leaned on your palm, looking down at him as you smiled.

“Ya know, when you get a girl, youll probably forget all about me.” You poked, “I bet youll be somewhere with a billion little Michael’s and some pretty girl clingin’ to you going, oh Mikey, the weathers beautiful this time of year.” You laughed at your own joke, lightly slapping his shoulder as he chuckled along with you.

“Mikey?” You continued to laugh as he shook his head with a warm smile on his face, he watched you with affection playing in his eyes. “You’re so dumb…” He murmured.

“But for real, help me Michael.” You said with a soft smile, “I wanna start dating soon too.” You reasoned, “at this rate, you might even get married before me.”

His smile slowly dropped and he stared at you again. “Married?” You nodded. It was clear you weren’t going to drop this, so he finally gave in. “Okay, fine…” He sat up again and moved closer to you. “First of all, Marlon likes mature girls.” His tone was a jarringly serious considering the playful moment you just shared seconds ago. It made you tense. “You know the girl who lives down the street? Carol Parker?” You nodded. “He loves girls just like her.” The excitement you felt in your heart faded.

“He does?” Michael nodded.

“And I heard she likes him, so if you want ‘em, you gotta get his attention off her.” Suddenly the crush you felt was becoming a distant and bitter tasting memory. “And you gotta stop hangin’ out with me.” Your eyes shot open wide at this.

“What?!” Michael shrugged. “Why would I have to stop bein’ friends with you just to date him?” You asked in an almost angry tone. “What does our friendship gotta do with it?”

“You really think my knucklehead brother would be okay with you bein’ in my bedroom till midnight?” He posed. Though you wanted to argue, you couldnt. What guy would be? Most guys would think you were dating if they knew how much time you spent with Michael. “I mean seriously, if you were a guy, would you want your girlfriend sleepin’ in the same bed as your brother?” It was irrefutable.

You spend practically every second with Michael. He’s your best friend. You sleep in bed together, eat together and do everything else together. When new movies come out you call each other to make sure you see it together, when new games are released you play them together. He’s so close to you that he’s even learned how to braid so he could help you do your hair. Michael is like…a second skin. You always feel so safe and comfortable with him. He’s like your home, you truly couldn’t imagine being without him—even for a day. It was out of the question, Marlon would just have to suck it up. You wouldn’t stop being friends with Michael even if the sky was falling, it was a nonnegotiable.

“Well he just has to put up with it.” Michael choked on a laugh and raised his brows at you.

“What?” You held your head high, for some reason you felt shy all of a sudden.

You turned your head forward and shrugged. “Marlon just has to put up with it. My relationship with you has nothin’ to do with it. If he doesn’t like that then…” You paused. If he didn’t like it then what? You do like him after all… “Then…that’s his problem. Not ours.”

Michael smirked at your choice of words. Ours… it was such an intimate pronoun. His heart warmed at your use of it. “So, what if he said no because of it?” Michael asked, it was like he was testing the waters. “Would you pick him over me?”

You whipped your head around at him. It was a ridiculous question. One that he should know the answer to for a billion years over, but you answered it anyway. “Of course not!” You assured. “Why’d you even ask somethin’ so stupid? You know I would never pick anyone over you.”

His grin grew. You could see his perfect pearly teeth as he looked up at you through his lashes. “You must not like em’ much if you feel like that.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you looked away, but your heart skipped a beat as you did so.

“I couldnt ever like anyone that much…” You admitted in a low mutter. “It’s like askin’ me to hate you. I couldnt hate you even in a billion years.”

“Are you sure you even like Marlon then?”

You didn’t reply right away. Now that you thought about it more, with your relationship with Michael being thrown on the table, you weren’t too sure anymore. Sure he’s nice but…he’s not as nice as Michael. He’s sweet but, Michael has always been much sweeter and, you get plenty joy out of looking at Michael anyway. All the things you could do with a boyfriend, you can do with Michael. You can’t really say you like Marlon-, especially not enough to let go of Michael. The only thing you can say is that you adore his brother. If it were between Michael and Marlon, you would always choose Michael.

“I dunno…” He scooted next to you, joining you on the foot of the bed where you sat with your legs folded. “I mean…he’s nice and all but…” You looked down at your lap, your body felt tensed, your emotions were suddenly beginning to turn into a mess of confusion and distress. “Would we really have to stop seeing each other?” You asked softly.

Michael cooed and pulled you into his side, hugging you as you squished your face against his chest. “Awww, that really bothered you?” You reluctantly nodded. “You know, if you ever start datin’ that’s just how things will be.” He softly explained. “One day, youll meet some jealous airhead who’ll want you all to em’ self. He’s gonna wanna marry you and have kids, he’ll steal you away from me before you know it.” Though his short assumption about your love life seemed sweet, it made you tense.

You didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to ‘steal’ you away from Michael, it made you feel so defensive. Your heart ached a bit even thinking about some loser trying to outshine him in your life. You didn’t quite understand why but you felt so strongly connected and attached to Michael. Nothing could change your mind, no one could make your heart race or make you smile the way he did. Even if you wanted to, you would never change your mind. You had to keep Michael in your life.

“That’s not true.” You argued.

“But it is.” He teased while softly laughing, “I’m tellin’ you, whatever man you end up with would be sick of me. He might think you’re cheatin’ on him with me.” You looked at the wall and inhaled deeply.

“Well what about you?” You asked.

“What about me?” Michael answered.

“When you get married…Will your wife be okay with us being this close?”

He snickered. “Oh not at all.” He said, “In fact, I think I’d get divorced in a month dealin’ with you.”

“But what if you really loved her?” As you asked this he slipped his arms from around you and gave you a look that made you smile.

“Loved her enough to leave you alone?” He posed, “Yeah right.” As he rolled his eyes you smiled.

The feeling of distress you felt before melted into a soothing warmth, a familiar feeling of comfort that only Michael induces. “So we’re just gonna be single forever, huh?” He raised a brow at you.

“Who says we gotta be single?” He asked.

“Well obviously we won’t meet anyone who won’t have a problem with us being friends, so the only option is to be single forever.” Michael disagreed immediately. “What else can we do?” And then he looked you in your eyes, it made your heart flutter again.

Something about his expression, the look in his eyes, it was making your hands sweat and your heart pound. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, he made you feel so unbelievably warm and happy. The charming look in his eyes was almost too much.

“Well I gotta idea, but I dunno if you’re gonna like it.” You felt so strange, like you were melting. You didn’t feel this way when thinking about Marlon, not even the other guys. You felt like a pad of butter on a stack of hot pancakes. His tone was so sweet and soft, like a gentle breeze.

“What’s the idea?” You asked, even your tone was being affected by him. You couldn’t help but sound so anxious and excited.

“I’ll tell you, but promise not to get mad.” You waved your hand at him and your smile grew.

“When have I ever gotten mad at you, Michael?” He nodded and took a deep breath, inhaling deeply before softly exhaling.

“Well…” he started, his cheeks flushed again and for the first time in a while, he looked away from you with a shy expression, like he couldn’t handle looking at you. “I was thinkin’…if you really wanna boyfriend…maybe—maybe I could be your boyfriend.”

His words settled into the air and for a moment, he seemed tense. But you couldn’t help the silence, his idea was so…surprising. Michael? Your boyfriend? Those words together feel so strange yet, good. You could never lie and say that you never wondered before, it’s always been a quiet thought in your mind, but you never thought he would ask. It only makes sense too. The feelings you have for him aren’t as simply explained away with the term, best friend. He’s much more than just a friend.

“Michael…” You breathed out, he stared at you anxiously as you spoke. Your heart was pounding. “I—I would love that.”

His big doe eyes went wide. “Re—Really?!” You nodded, smiling just as big as he did. You threw your arms around him, knocking him back on the bed as you hugged him tightly. You fell down with him, lying almost on top of him as you held him. He laughed with his arms around your waist. “But what about Marlon?” He asked in your shoulder.

You leaned up a bit and looked down at him, “what about him?” You asked. Michael laughed and you felt butterflies in your stomach, how didn’t you realize this sooner?

“See? I told you, you didn’t want to be with him.” He teased. “I knew you always liked me.” His arms tightened around you, his fingers lightly pressed into your sides.

You rolled your eyes but remained smiling, you felt so anxious, so excited and so blissfully happy. “Shut up…” You muttered lowly.

“Oh I’ll never shut up about it,” He teased. “I’m gonna make sure everybody knows that you’re my girl.” The air in your lungs was snatched away. ‘My girl.’ Hearing Michael say that made your stomach tighten. “Did you like that?” He teased, noticing the way your breathing hitched in your throat. “Hearin’ me call you my girl?” You shuddered and hid your face in the side of his neck.

“Shut up, you’re so dumb.” You said against his soft and warm skin. You could feel him tense underneath you, his shoulders tense as his fingers twitched at your sides. You could even feel his heart pounding against his chest. He was just as nervous and strung as you. You smirked as an idea bloomed in your head. To get him back for his teasing, you pressed a soft kiss against his neck despite the nervous feeling in your heart.

Michael gasped, his breathing caught in his throat and he squeezed you tightly. “D-Don’t do that.” He whispered. You giggled against his neck and he closed his eyes.

“Why?” You taunted, “d’ya like it?” He let out a short huff of air and lightly pinched your side, making you laugh.

“Stop bein’ a brat.” But you didn’t let up, instead, you kissed his neck again, this time kissing just a bit longer.

“You started it.” You kissed him again, something was taking over you, a warm desire that had nothing to do with annoying him and all to do with touching him and kissing him as much as possible. “I’m just finishin’ it.” You continued kissing his neck, your lips parted just a bit and your tongue crept out to lightly lick at his warm flesh.

Michael gasped and let out something between a stifled whine and a sigh. The sound sparked something inside of you, fueling the fire growing inside of you. His big hands held you as if to anchor you to himself and his lips parted just a bit as he quietly called out your name. The heat in your chest traveled through your body, going lower and lower until you could feel it between your thighs. Accompanying it was a growing slickness that wet your underwear, making them feel sticky and hot.

“W—Wait…” he barely managed to get the word out, he couldnt know how his voice—sounding so needy and desperate, all for you—made the sensitive flesh between your thigh throb with want. You stopped and looked at him. His eyes were a bit hazy but full of love, you wore the same expression. “Can I…Can I kiss you?” You almost moaned in response to his question.

You always imagined kissing Michael would be like heaven on earth. The thought alone was always enough to make you squeal and kick your feet like an excited teen. You could hardly speak, you nodded your head wordlessly and breathlessly as he pulled your body all the way onto him before flipping you over so your back was pressed against the middle of the bed and he was on top. You felt so turned on you could cry. As he leaned in you closed your eyes and your hands found his shirt, gripping it tightly as your heart pounded like a drum. The moment you felt his soft warm lips against yours it was like something inside of you shattered. Your hands weakened and your whole body turned into jelly underneath him.

You weakly pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as you softly moaned against his lips. While he kept himself above you using his arm, his other hand tenderly stroked your side, inching up and down your hip until it reached your thigh, his lips moved against yours with a passionate rhythm. Michael was such a good kisser. His tongue swiped lightly against yours lips, quietly asking for permission—you granted it right away. A pool of warmth grew in your lower stomach, the heat and slickness you felt was becoming unbearable. You opened your legs a bit, allowing him an intimate space between your thighs as he kissed you with an—almost overwhelming—amount of tenderness and affection. His hand stopped and held your thigh, big and hot against your skin as he very carefully and lightly pressed his waist you. His crotch pressed right against your pussy, you could feel the bulge in his dark blue jeans pressing against your wet panties.

Your hips bucked upward and his down, you both moaned at the sensation it caused and pulled away for a second to catch your breath.

“Maybe we should stop…” Michael suggested in a breathless manner. But his hips were just barely grinding forward into you. “Before we carried away.” He said, his tone wasn’t direct though, it wasn’t definitive at all. It was like he was asking you, like he was tempting you.

“We don’t have to…” You replied in a tone similar to his. “What’s wrong with us gettin’ carried away?”

“Gosh…” Michael whispered, “You’re somethin’ else.” Before kissing you again, this time in a much more rushed and hungry manner.

It wasn’t like he stopped holding back, the layer of him that was worried about going too fast was peeled back and all that was on his mind was making you feel good. His hips moved with a bit more confidence and purpose, it wasn’t just an absent minded motion anymore. You could feel the roughness of his jeans even more now, rubbing against your pussy in a slow and deliberate fashion.

“I just like you so much.” He broke the kiss and immediately began peppering your face and neck in kisses, “you’re so beautiful…so lovely…” Michael praised, “Gosh…I love you so much.” He whispered, almost so lowly that you didn’t catch it. “I just wanna touch you, I wanna make you feel good.” His kisses trailed down to your shoulder, moving closer to the middle of your chest as he lowered his body just a bit. “Can I make you feel good, baby?”

You felt so horny you almost thought you were going to pee. You were so excited. His voice, gosh he was so needy. His eyes were twinkling with a passionate admiration, a deep unrelenting love that oozed out into his voice.

“Yes Michael, oh God, yes.” Your voice came out in a desperate tone, almost as if you were begging him. It didn’t take more than a second for him to slip you out of your sundress, he tossed it aside without looking away from your body and caressed your bare flesh ever so softly.

“Just look at you…oohhh.” He breathed in deeply, winching as if you were just so pretty it hurt. “So pretty.” You sighed out a soft moan as he kissed just below your bra. “I wanna touch you all over…feel you all over me.” He kissed lower, going all the way down to the waistband of your panties. “Don’t move…” He licked his lips and pressed his face against the clothed mound of your pussy, just above your clit. It ached and pulsed for him, but he didn’t go lower. He pressed his mouth against it but only for a short second before going back to your lips. “My pretty girl.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned into his mouth.

When he pulled away you were panting, staring at him with your eyes glazed over. “I love you Michael, please don’t stop.” You whimpered.

And he didn’t, you didn’t have to ask or beg. Michael finally rid you of the last bit of your clothing, setting your bra and panties aside. He was breathless at the sight of you, so beautiful and exposed, all for him. You were everything he dreamt of, all he ever wanted. All naked and bare on his bed, panting and wanton eyes. He felt like he would eat you alive if he lost all control. Michael gawked at the sight, shaking his head as he bit his lip with a grin. He licked his lips and admired your body.

“Youre drivin’ me wild.” He dipped his head down and kissed the mound of your breast, “you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me girl.”

You closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing steady, but when his tongue trailed a wet line up the middle of your breasts it became impossible. Your lungs wouldn’t fill properly, your hips bucked against him and the feeling of his jeans against your bare pussy-, that unmistakable bulge, you could feel a tingle spreading across your body, starting between your legs and going up your spine.

“You make me feel so good inside…” Your nipples were as hard as a rock, they could cut through glass. Michael stared in awe. So pretty and so perfect, all for him. His mouth watered as he cupped one in his hand and wrapped his lips around the perky bud. The sensation of his warm mouth made the pit of your stomach tighten, heat pooled there and your walls clenched around nothing at all.

“Michael…” You whined, “Don’t stop, it feels so good.”

“Such a needy girl…” he teased, but he kept going. Taking your nipple back into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, sucking lightly while massaging the other between his index finger and thumb. You had no idea he was even capable of doing something like this, your mind was fuzzy and your body was buzzing. You felt like you were about to burst. “My needy girl.”

You closed your eyes and tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was so hard. The way his perfect teeth grazed your sensitive nipple made your head spin. You were so close to reaching down and soothing the ache yourself, but you didn’t. You waited and fell into the sensations that he brought, thrusting your hips into him as he switches to give the other side the same attention and love.

“Michael, please.” You were so impatient, you needed something, something more than just the friction of his jeans. His lips, his tongue, his long and thick fingers. God, you needed Michael to sooth you. “I can’t wait anymore.” You warned.

“Tell me what you want.” He said while kissing all over your breast, keeping the other trapped between his thumb and index finger, rolling it between the two ever so gently. “Tell me what to do.”

“Kiss me…down there, please.” You begged.

“Here?” He kissed just below your breasts, teasing you as he grinned. You shook your head, breathing heavily as you watched him with wet and almost teary eyes.

“Lower…” and lower he went, his kisses went lower, trailing between the valley of your breasts and then to your stomach, stopping in the middle to litter it in kisses. You held your breath and watched him, your mind hazy as you anticipated what he would do next as he looked up at you again.

“There?” You almost sobbed.

“Michael…” You begged, “please…please lower, go lower.” This time he kept going, worshipping your body with kisses on the way down, only stopping when he go to the soft mound of flesh just above your clit. You moaned at the sight alone.

His intense doe eyes staring up at you, lips wet and face flushed. Your hips jerked as you stared. “Right…here?” Michael stuck his tongue out and traced a small heart right at the peak of your labia. Your walls clenched so aggressively you let out a soft sob.

“Y—Yes…there, please kiss it…touch me there, Michael.” He pushed you further up on the bed by your thighs and snatched one of the pillows on the side of you.

“Lay on this.” He slid it under your back and pushed your legs back, “stay just like that, don’t move.” Your legs were spread, leaving you exposed and open for him.

The air in the room felt cold against your slick flesh, but Michael’s gaze was even stronger than that. His eyes drank in the sight of the glistening skin, staring as if he were starving. It was a bit embarrassing, just a moment ago you were best friends who hadn’t seen each other naked once, and now he’s your boyfriend going down on you in his bedroom. You felt so shy under his loving eyes.

“Michael..” you complained. “…stop starin’, it’s embarrassing.”

He smiled, his fingers grazed up your bare pussy-, barely touching as he watched your face. Watching you shudder and pant. “Can’t help it, you’re just so pretty…so needy for me.” You closed your eyes, “Just be patient…I’ll give you everything you want and more.” He peppered your thighs in kisses, making you pur at the loving gesture. “I’ll give you all my love tonight.”

“You’re so beautiful…” His hands traveled up your body and groped your breasts as he rubbed his cheek against your inner thigh, you opened them just a bit more, bucking your hips again—the action unintentional—and arched into his hands.

“just wanna make you feel good.” Michael kisssd your inner thigh, closer and closer to your needy core.

He worshiped your thighs until every bit of them were covered in the lingering warmth of his lips and then finally you felt them where you needed it most. He kissed the mound of your pussy one more time and then licked a long and slow stripe up your lips, moaning quietly at the taste. You quivered and reached for the pillow behind your head, gripped it tightly and bit your lip to keep yourself from making a sound. It felt impossible though, his tongue glided through your pussy, licking at your walls and sucking lightly. Your legs were trembling and your body was weak, his tongue pressed upward and your vision blurred.

“M-Michael…oh…oh my gosh…” You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head. He hummed against you and shifted his focus to your clit, you could feel him grin against your wet flesh when you whimpered, his mouth latched onto the sensitive bud. Your hips grind against his beautiful face, practically riding it as you trembled before him.

You were making such a mess, leaking onto the pillow and wetting his face. Michael loved it, he loved the taste of you, the scent and your moans. It was beautiful. As his tongue lapped at your clit, he slid his hands down from your breasts, one pressed against your lower stomach and the other continued down to your messy pussy.

“You taste so good.” He moaned. His fingers brushed against your clit for a moment, lightly teasing it before he slid it down further and pressed it gently against your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” You nodded and braced yourself, but there was no pain.

As his long, thick finger slipped inside of you and pressed against your slippery, gummy walls, you felt your whole body throb. It was like you were electrocuted. He watched your face, expecting you to make a pained expression, but he was so elated to see the look of unadulterated and overflowing pleasure contorting your pretty face. Your vision blurred and you could hardly make a sound, his name left your lips in a silent and desperate call. The pad of his finger pressed against the soft spongy area, right beneath your clit, moving in a slow and careful pace. He rocked his hand back and forth, almost massaging the area as your back arched and your eyes rolled.

“Right…right there…” You whispered, your walls throbbed and when his mouth latched onto your clit again you cried out his name loudly. “I’m…I’m gonna…” You tried to warn him, you couldn’t get the words out though. Michael knew what you wanted to say but he didn’t ease up, he didn’t slow or stop. He slipped a second finger inside and straightened them, fucking you slowly with them as he sucked and licked your clit.

“M—Mike…” You whimpered as your vision went white with pleasure, your eyes rolled back and you clamped down on his fingers as your love gushed around them. You couldn’t even breathe, your heart skipped a beat as an orgasm ripped through your body and turned you into a puddle of heat. Your stomach tightened until it couldnt anymore and as he continued, you felt something building inside of you. “Michael…oh Michael, w—wait! Please! Please I….” you couldnt get it out.

Michael went faster, he could feel it. He could hear it, the faint sound of squelching wetness that grew louder with every thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue. It spurred him further. He curled his fingers upward and rocked them back and forth until you saw stars, tiny sparkles playing behind your eyes as your love trickled out. With one final flick of his tongue and press of his fingers, it gushed out in a messy pulse that splashed against him, wetting his shirt as he grinned against your hot and wet flesh. You cried beneath him and pushed against his head, your legs threatened to shut around him, trembling as you were driven to a point of sensitivity.

“Michael! Michael please! I—I can’t take it! I can’t take it more!” You cried.’ And finally, he stopped. Allowing you to catch your breath as you laid on his bed panting and wet all over. You looked so lovely, perfectly ruined and beautiful. He felt a sense of pride wash over him as he watched you stare up at the ceiling with a look of pure ecstasy on your face.

“You’re so pretty.” Michael said as before kissing you, “I love you so much.” He assured. And you truly believed that, you knew he meant it. You wrapped your weak arms around him and held him closely as you kissed him back, the taste of him on your lips made you feel so proud. It was like you had marked him as yours. “You wanna stop?”

You smiled up at him and shook your head, “are you sure?” You slid your hand down his chest and pressed it against his belt buckle. “We don’t have to rush, if you aren’t ready, we can wait…we can wait as long as you need.” But it was clear you were in no mood to wait.

“Michael, I don’t think I could wait another second.” You admitted with a breathless laugh. “Please, make love to me.” Michael sighed a soft moan, his expression almost pathetically soft and lewd. He looked like he could cry from how badly he needed you. In a blur of messy kisses and wandering hands, Michael’s clothes are stripped just as quickly as your own were.

He sits on his knees in front of you, bare and naked with his cheeks a pretty apple red and his chest rising and falling in deep, heavy breaths. He’s anxious. You can tell. You reach up and gently caress his face, smiling at him softly as you stare into his shiny doe eyes.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” You could see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he stared at you. He was more sure of this than he had been anything. He wanted you so badly it was killing him, he was just so anxious… He was worried that he might lose control and hurt you. “You look nervous.”

He pressed a kiss against your palm and held it against his mouth. ”I just wanna make sure you feel good.” Your heart melted.

“Here, you lay down.” Michael was hesitant but followed your lead, he allowed you to switch positions with him, laying down in the same spot you were as you sat pretty between his long, toned legs. “Do you feel better?”

Michael felt amazing. He nodded, his dick throbbing embarrassingly at the gentle graze of the cold air. You straddled his lap and pressed your hands against his chest, your bare pussy just barely hovered above his dick and at the slightest movement you could feel it graze against you.

You leaned in closely, teasing him as you pecked his lips and grinned. “Stop teasin’…” He whispered, “c’mon…kiss me…” You pecked his lips again, leaning back as he chased your lips for the kiss he craved. You were expecting him to groan and roll his eyes, to pull your hips down aggressively or force you forward to his lips, but instead his lips parted and he let out a soft whine. “Please…kiss me, baby.” And begged ever so softly. It made you fall even deeper in love with him.

You couldn’t deny him or tease him a second longer, you kissed him with pure lust as you pressed your bare pussy against his length. You sighed as he whimpered into your mouth and wrapped his hands around you to hold you still. But you moved anyway. Your hips rocked back and forth in a slow motion, you could feel every vein, the glands of his dick and the pulsing. The thick length felt like heaven between your lips, heavy and hard. Your slickness coated him as you kissed him until he was panting and trembling underneath you.

“Please…” he whimpered, his eyes were glossy when you pulled away, “I need you so badly…” he pleaded, Michael’s voice was thick and airy, like a sigh. “I—I can’t take it anymore, I need you…God, I need you.” You raised your hips and nodded your head.

“I need you too Michael.” Your hand wrapped around his dick, hot and wet with his precum and your juices, he moaned and looked up at you with a pout and shiny doe eyes.

He bit his lip and held his breath, looking up at you with his eyebrows turnt upward. As your flesh pressed against the head of his cock he threw his head back into the pillows and closed his eyes tightly, whimpering as you slowly sank down onto him. He gripped the pillow behind him and opened his eyes, they were teary and his bottom lip was red from biting. As he slid inside of you, both of you held your breath. The stretch of his dick made your hands tremble, it took every ounce of strength to lead his hands to your hips and slowly guide you.

“Sl—Slow…” He whispered. “Take…take your time.” His voice cracked as he spoke and he tried his hardest to hold in his tears. You nodded and inched down, your walls fluttering around him as your love drips down. “Just…oh God…j-just like that…mhmm.” he whimpered and bit his lip.

As you slid all the way down your back arched and your toes curled. The head of his dick pressed firmly against your cervix, kissing it as he stretched you out. You stayed there for a moment, both of you panting and moaning into each other’s mouths. You moved slowly, grinding against him with your tongue in his mouth. Michael thrusted slowly up into you, holding your hips down at he went as slow as he could manage. Every movement made the bed creak and his body tingle. The slow pace was killing him, but he endured it until he could feel you tremble, your hips faltering as you moved a bit faster in a desperate and needy grind.

“S—So deep…” You whispered, your walls fluttering leaned down and cling to him, moaning quietly into his ear. “Y-You’re so deep…Michael.”

“Can I go faster, please?”

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