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TAGS: １８＋﹙𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 .ᐟ﹚, '82!michael, ola ray, non-celebrity AU, michael is just her cute boyfriend, but he's also still a werecat, fluff n' smut combo, soft dom!michael, sub!ola teasing, kissing, vaginal sex, riding, creampie, established relationship, etc etc. . .

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author's note - a retelling of the car scene in the iconic thriller music video. instead of going for a walk, ola and michael decide to take advantage of the moment to get naughty. they haven't done anything in a while, after all.

p.s: both of them are fine as hell─HELLOOO?? Y'ALL SEE THEM FACE CARDS??

Inky spirals caught the strong currents of the night's cold breeze, causing them to lift and hover briefly before they settled back on her forehead. A visible shiver ran through her sleeping body, she snuggled closer to the warm body beside her as the car kept moving.

"You should've worn a jacket, girl," the warm body murmured, his voice soothing and quiet.

"𝘔𝘮𝘮?" Ola hummed, finally stirring. Her eyes opened, half-lidded and glassy with confusion as she realized the warm body was Michael. She'd been using his shoulder like a pillow. "Oh! Oh..I'm so sorry," she murmured groggily, leaning away from him and sitting up in her seat in hurried movements. He waved her off, "It's okay."

Michael glanced over at her, his eyes soft with slight concern, "You alright, sleeping beauty?"

"I'm fine! I don't know why I'm so tired tonight. We didn't do much─besides go to that diner," Ola sighed, rubbing her cheeks.

"Got your curls all messy", he was already reaching out to try and tussle her hair.

"Wh─hey!" She ducked away from his hand with a startled giggle. "Don't pet me, I'm not a puppy!"

"...You're right." Michael conceded, thinking to himself for a second. "If you were an animal... you'd be a bunny."

"A bunny? Why?" The noirette asked.

" 'Cuz bunnies are small... and cute... and 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ola playfully demanded.

"You know what I mean, pretty." His eyes were back on the road, but she could see the slight smirk on his lips. She huffed to herself, shifting uncomfortably in the car seat. She forced herself to look at anything but Michael, trying to distract herself from the strange feeling suddenly blooming in her chest.

The old Bel Air they rode in hummed along the dark road, headlights cutting through the night. Ola was just starting to drift off again, lulled by the cold breeze, and the steady rumble of the engine. Then it gave a sudden cough that made her flinch awake.

The car cruised to a stop on the empty road, giving one last cough before it went completely silent. Michael cursed under his breath, sitting back and staring at the steering wheel like it insulted him. Ola sat up again, fully awake now. "What happened?"

"Honestly," He huffed in frustration as he put the car in park. He killed the headlights, plunging them into darkness broken only by moonlight. "We're outta gas!" He exclaimed through disbelieving laughter.

"So...," she trailed off, before finding her words again. "What are we gonna do now?"

Silence fell over them for a moment.

Michael sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "There's a phone booth on your street. Corner of Maple and 5th." He reached for the door handle. "I'll go call a tow, won't take ten minutes."

"Wait─" Ola's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

He turned, eyebrows raised.

She didn't know what to say. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦? That would sound childish. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥? The dark street was empty, it would be understandable, girls shouldn't be on their own at this hour. "It's really late," she began hesitantly, her voice softer than she intended. "And I don't wanna be left alone... can't it wait till morning? The car's not goin' anywhere." Michael stared at her for a long moment with an unreadable expression that made her feel nervous. The dashboard clock ticked. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.

"You want me to just leave it here?" he asked slowly.

"We're practically on my street already." She shrugged, trying to come off as casual. "We could walk. It's not far. And then... you could stay. Just for tonight. So you don't have to walk all the way back."

Michael stared more, then a slow smirk formed on his face. "Stay... at your place," he repeated, like he was testing the words.

"Uh huh," Ola nodded, her heart hammering. He didn't answer. He just looked at her, and looked at her, until she had to glance away.

"Ola," He called. She chanced a look back, her expression one of nervous anticipation. "We don't have to wait till we get to your place," he stated.

"Michael..." She uttered his name in a whisper.

He didn't answer with words, he just lifted his hand, curled it around the back of her neck, and pulled her to him.

His lips met hers in the dim moonlight filtering through the car's windows, firm and insistent, tasting faintly of the milkshake they'd shared at the diner. Ola's breath hitched as she melted into the kiss, her hands tentatively rising to clutch at his shirt, fingers twisting the fabric as if anchoring herself against the sudden rush of heat blooming low in her belly.

Michael's grip on her neck tightened just enough to tilt her head, deepening the contact, his tongue slipping past her lips to stroke against hers in slow sweeps that made her pulse throb between her thighs.

She whimpered softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the quiet night outside, and he responded with a low, almost inhumane growl that vibrated through her chest. It startled her out of her stupor, making her flinch back for a second.

"What? What is it? What's wrong, baby?" Michael inquired, surprised by her sudden movement. His chest was rising and falling in quick breaths. She shook her head, leaning back in. "It's nothing, keep goin' please," she pleaded against his lips.

His free hand slid to her waist, bunching the hem of her skirt and pulling her closer across the console, the leather seats creaking under their shifting weight. The confined space of the Bel Air amplified every rustle, every shared breath. She kept looking back though, anxious.

He paused again, "What is it, you scared we gon' get caught?"

She shook her head again, "No... let's keep going."

"Are you sure?" He asked, but his hand was already guiding her, urging her to swing her leg over the gear shift and straddle his lap. The steering wheel pressed against her back as she settled, her knees sinking into the worn cushions on either side of his hips, skirt riding up her thighs to expose the soft skin there.

Ola nodded, biting her lip. "Don't stop now," she whispered, kissing his jaw and grinding down instinctively against the hard bulge that began to strain his jeans. He groaned deeply in response, hips shifting up to make sure she felt him better. The friction sent a spark through her core, it made her aching pussy clench around nothing. She needed him, and she needed him right now.

Michael's hands roamed up her thighs, pushing the skirt higher until his fingers grazed the edge of her panties. He hooked them aside with ease, exposing her slick folds to the cool air, and she shivered again. One thick finger traced her entrance, gathering the wetness already pooling there, and Ola arched into it, a soft moan escaping as he circled her clit with teasing pressure. "Put it in already...!" she begged.

He chuckled softly at her impatience, but he didn't unzip his pants yet. "I've gotta prepare you first, I don't wanna hurt you." She whined, but didn't push further. His mouth found her neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point while he pushed that finger inside her, slow and deep.

Her walls fluttered around the intrusion, tight and eager, and she rocked her hips to take more. He added a second finger, scissoring them gently to open her up, thumb pressing firm circles on her clit that had her gasping, nails digging into his shoulders. He curled his fingers inside her, stroking that sensitive spot along her inner wall, and Ola's head fell back against the steering wheel for a second, a cry spilling from her lips as the first waves of ecstasy built. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and when she opened them again, she looked down to see him staring right up at her in a trance.

"...D-don't stare!" She blindly reached up to cover his face, palm pressing against his cheek. "Look away..."

He caught her fingers in his mouth in a brief kiss, his tongue flicking against her knuckles. "Why?"

"It's embarrassin'.." She tried to turn her face, hide in the curve of his neck.

"Is it?" His voice was low, almost wondering. "Just wanna see what you look like when─"

"Stop it!" She giggled despite herself, lightly shoving at his chest. The sound broke the charged tension between them, and she felt him smile against her hair.

"It's true," he said simply, voice husky, withdrawing his fingers just as she teetered on the edge. She protested with a frustrated mewl, but he was already fumbling with his belt, the zipper of his jeans rasping in the quiet.

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the length of it always made her gasp every time she saw it. She reached down to wrap her hand around it, stroking experimentally, feeling it twitch in her grip.

Michael's breath caught, hips bucking up into her touch, but he caught her wrist, guiding her to position herself. His hands settled on her hips, helping her lift and align, the tip of his cock nudging her entrance. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, the stretch burning sweetly as he filled her half-way, her pussy stretching to accommodate his impossible girth.

"There you go," he murmured encouragingly. "Just breathe, baby."

"God, Michael, it's so... it's so 𝘣𝘪𝘨," she choked, wriggling her hips against the fullness (she still couldn't believe he was only half-way inside of her).

"It's okay, you can do it," he rubbed her back soothingly, "Go on, ride me."

She started to move, tentative at first, rising and falling in shallow thrusts that had them both moaning, the car rocking subtly with her rhythm.

He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass to control the pace, pulling her down harder each time. Sweat beaded on their skin, mixing with the scent of arousal hanging heavy in the air. Ola's fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him into another messy kiss as she rode him faster, the friction building to an unbearable peak. Every slide of his cock inside her felt perfect, hitting that spot over and over until stars burst behind her eyelids.

Then suddenly, he took her by the hips and slowed her down, and she pulled back in confusion. "What─why'd you stop?"

He opened his eyes. In the glow of the moonlight, they looked almost black. Another slow smirk curved his lips, the kind that made her stomach flip.

"Spell your name."

She blinked. "W-what?"

"You hard a' hearin', baby?" His voice was low, teasing, that Southern drawl creeping in at the edges. "I said spell your name."

She laughed, thinking it was a joke. When he didn't laugh back, her smile faltered. "Right now? W-why? Is that a joke?"

"No, I'm serious." His hands squeezed her hips. He sat up a little, bringing his face closer to hers. "We won't go faster until you spell out your whole name."

"What?!" Her voice went high and thin. "You're crazy!"

"Guess we'll be here all night then." He settled back against the seat, arms folded behind his head, the picture of patience. "I got the stamina."

"Michael!" She tried to move, to bounce, to take what she needed, but his hands shot out and clamped onto her hips, holding her flush against him, not letting her rise.

"Uh uh." He clicked his tongue. "Spell. Your. Name."

She was going to kill him. She was going to climb out of this car, walk right home by herself, and leave the both of them needy with no release. But there was one small problem that was stopping her: she wanted him to make her cum 𝘴𝘰 bad.

"I can't do that right now!" she gasped, frustrated tears pricking at her eyes. "I just wanna-can we just-keep going?"

"It's not that hard, mama." His thumb traced small circles on her hip bone, maddeningly gentle. "It's only six letters altogether."

She stared at him. He stared back, completely serious. She was trembling on top of him, desperate, frustrated, ready to cry, but he wouldn't budge. "Michael, please─"

"Shhh, shhh, I know, baby." His voice dropped to a soft, almost singsong coo. "I know you wanna. But you gotta do this for me first. Okay? Can you do that for me?"

She shook her head, tears pricking. "I can't─"

"You can." He cupped her face with one hand, thumb stroking her cheek. "You're so smart, mama. You can do it. Go on." His hips gave her the tiniest fraction of movement. "Spell your name for me."

"...Fine." She sucked in a shaky breath. "O-L-A, R-A-"

"Uh uh." He shook his head, tsking. "Too fast. Go slower. To my rhythm." He demonstrated with a shallow, torturous roll of his hips that made her see stars again for a second. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 was his rhythm? Oh, he was going to kill her before she got hers.

" O..." She forced the letter out, her voice trembling.

"Good." His hips rolled again. "L..."

"L," she repeated, barely a whisper.

Another roll. Her nails dug into his chest. "A..."

"A." His smile widened. "See? You're doing it."

R..." She bit her lip, trying to remember the next letter. R. R is right. R for─

"R...?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is that all? You only spelled your first name."

She hesitated. Was it R? Her name was O-L-A-R-A-Y. That was... A... R? No. R-A-Y. R came after A, then the Y...

"R," she tried again, but her brain was failing her, she couldn't think when he was rolling his hips like that and his huge cock was hitting all the right spots without even trying. Michael's smile turned sharp, almost smug, he stopped moving again. "You can't spell your own name now, baby?" He taunted.

"I can't focus on that right now!" She just wanted him to 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦. "Ugh... it's too hard, Michael!"

"Shhh." He sat up, one hand coming to cradle the back of her neck, pulling her forehead to his. His breath was hot on her lips. "You can do it. I believe in you, just try again." He was so clearly delighted too. He loved making her teary-eyed like this, with her aching cunt wrapped around him, unable to move, unable to chase that delicious friction it craved. But he wouldn't make her suffer for too long.

She closed her eyes, focused on the letters like they were a lifeline.

"O... L... A..."

"Mhm," he encouraged.

" R..."

"That's it."

"A....Y."

"Such a good 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭." He cooed, and she let out a helpless whimper at his praise. Then he suddenly snapped his hips up sharply, burying himself all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion that made her let out an embarrassing squeal of surprised delight.

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

The fullness hit her anew, his thick shaft splitting her open, veins dragging along her sensitive folds. Ola's head lolled back, her world narrowing to the dizzying rhythm he set. She was dazed, thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind, her eyesight fuzzy as if submerged in warm water.

All she could focus on was the relentless bounce. Up and down, his strong arms controlling every plunge, bouncing her on his cock like she weighed nothing. The sound of their skin meeting was obscene, amplified by the squeaking of the car seat.

"Fuck... Ola, you feel so 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘥," he moaned, catching her lips in a filthy kiss. Her thighs trembled, vision blurring further into a white-hot fog, every nerve alight. "That's it, cum for me, mama─please..! " he begged.

The pressure snapped.

Ola shattered with a keening wail, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Her pussy spasmed wildly, walls milking his cock in rhythmic pulses, juices soaking them both as she convulsed in his hold. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her limp and gasping, vision a hazy swirl of colors and shadows, body boneless as she rode out the bliss.

Michael didn't stop, bouncing her through it, his control fraying at the edges. Only when her tremors eased did he let go, hips snapping up in brutal thrusts.

He couldn't contain the faint, inhuman growl forming in his throat again. He hissed like he was in pain to hide it as he buried himself to the hilt one final time.

His cock throbbed, unleashing thick ropes of cum deep inside her. Load after heavy load, his fat cock pulsing with each spurt, flooding her pussy until it overflowed, warm seed trickling down her thighs.

They slumped together, Ola's cheek pressed to his chest, her hazy gaze unfocused as she listened to his racing heartbeat. "Michael..?" She slurred.

"Hmmm?" He hummed lazily.

"I don't think I can walk home like this..."

"Good."

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