Punk!Michael Home is Where The Heart Is (Part 34)
Michael finally gets his own place;
WARNING;; this has so much fucking smut and it’s unrealistic and would never happen in real life but..oops? Enjoy!
The last night that my father laid a hand on me,
The last night that I had to wake my girlfriend up before dawn to help me calm down and clean up,
The last night I felt dependent on a monster,
Was the night I knew it was time to get out. I broke down on Sonia’s front porch in the rain after I ran there. Leaving my keys in my bedroom and being too scared to go back in, I was forced to retreat without the truck. I ended up taking a shower with her, too defeated to do anything but stand still under the water while she shampooed my hair and washed my body for me.
The morning after, we spent hours cuddled in her bed, her laptop sat upon my lap as we started searching for apartments. The days following were quite similar, with real estate magazines starting to pool at our feet.
I knew one day it wouldn’t just house me, she had to love it just as much, if not more than I did. I took her with me to look at the ones we narrowed it down to, and after seeing in her eyes the one she liked best, it didn’t take me long to sign the lease and pack my things.
I loved being able to take her to Ikea, her arm wrapped around mine as she basically dragged me around the place. She was busy looking at lamps and coffee tables, but I was looking at her, relishing in how happy she was.
“Babe, I really like this one.” Sonia mused, standing in front of one of the many coffee tables in the store.
“I thought you liked that one?” I questioned, pointing to the original one that we had decided to buy. Not that I was denying her request, rather confused as to how she changed her mind so quickly.
“Yeah but this one has wheels!” She looked up at me and her eyes held so much joy and excitement I knew that no matter what her request would be, I could never deny that face. I chuckled at her reasoning, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.
“Okay,” I said simply. “What the princess wants the princess gets.” My lips brushed past her ear, pressing against her cheek.
“But” She turned to face me, eyebrows furrowing with minor worry. “it’s your apartment babe. Get what you like.” Her lip was stuck between her teeth like it always is when she’s thinking too hard.
“Baby girl,” gently I pull her bottom lip away from it’s trap with my thumb “I don’t like it if you don’t. You know that.” She smiled at that, reaching up to catch my lips with her own. Not even a second from pulling away, her attention was taken once again by one of the infinite pieces of furniture in the store.
“Oh my god babe look at this…” She started walking in the general area eyes glued to the product, meanwhile my eyes were glued on her.
We eventually found ourselves plopping the last box in the middle of the entryway.
“So you know what we have to do now, right?”
“Get you dishes? I think my mom has some in the basement we don’t even use, she won’t mind letting you have them.” Sonia asked absent mindedly, pushing one of the boxes away from the door.
I laughed, “No, cutie.” I pulled her into me from behind so my chest was pressing into her back. “I mean, now we have to christen the rooms.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” She turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I mean,” I walked her backwards into the wall, “we need to christen,” I pressed my hips into hers, “every room.” Her mouth made an “o” shape as she understood, and she giggled lightly as I started grinding into her. My lips attached to her neck, sponging kisses across the spots that made her flinch and I smirked into her skin as I nipped the area I knew too well would make her gasp. “Is this okay?” I hummed into her collar bone as I played with the hem of her flimsy shirt, smirking when she nodded. Her shirt was pulled up and tossed somewhere in the room, long forgotten and I immediately pulled her bra down, exposing her. She gasped at the sudden air on her boobs, but her sudden intake of breath faded into a moan as my lips attached to her nipple without warning. Using her moans as a guide, I switched between flicking my tongue across the bud quickly, circling my tongue around it, and clasping my lips around it and sucking, every now and then sweeping my tongue over it whilst still sucking it, then doing it all over again on the other side. The cool air in the apartment was making her more sensitive, but I could feel the temperature rising gradually between us as I got the both of us more and more worked up.
I moved back up to kiss her lips, slowly at first, then faster and faster, showing her just how needy I was getting already. Her small hands moved to tug at my shirt, which was pulled off hastily while she undid the buckle on my belt. My hands slid to undo her pants as she tugged mine down my body, and I didn’t even step out of them before I pulled up her thighs around my waist and used my fingers to make sure she was ready. I nearly moaned at the feeling of how wet she already was, stretching her out a bit. My forehead hit her collar bone as I pushed in slowly at first, then built up a quick, steady pace. Her moans got louder and more high pitched as I went on, and she was shaking in mere minutes. Her hands grasped my shoulders, pushing her hips into me.
“Harder,” She moaned, “Mikey, baby, please go harder.” Although I would have gladly pounded into her right there, we had six more rooms to do this in. I pushed her into the wall and went faster, my jaw clenching and muscles becoming tight as I hit the special spot deep inside her that made her clench onto me unexpectedly and I let go. Out of breath, I quickly sunk to my knees, pushing her thighs past my shoulders and licked a stripe up her center, her moans never ceasing. To her surprise, I stood up, bringing her with me, sliding her back against the wall. She gripped onto my hair for balance and for support as I never ceased the actions of my mouth against her. Her thighs tightened and she curled her body towards me, so I shot my hands up and pushed her back harshly against the wall, my hands on her rib cage. I thought briefly about my neighbors that were definitely going to hate me as I let myself take in her uncontrollable moans as I sucked and licked her pulsing center. She let go, scratching my upper back and neck as she did so, chanting out my name.
She became increasingly aware of how high up she was and she whimpered as I gave her one last cheeky swipe of my tongue even after I knew she came, both in pleasure and in fear of being so far away from the ground.
I slid her back down the wall, the both of us out of breath. “You ready for the next room?” I panted breathessly.
She gave me an incredulous look. “Are you ready for the next room?” She wrapped her arms around my neck again, her legs a little wobbly.
“I’m definitely ready for the next room,” I assured her, nodding my head. I pulled her legs up again to wrap around my waist. “Kitchen or living room?”
“Living room.” She gasped as my hand moved down to her clit, her pants becoming louder and louder because of her new-found sensitivity.
I sat down on the couch, her straddling my lap, and I pushed a bit of her hair away from her face, my hand never leaving her core. Her hands held onto my shoulders for support, her chest heaving now. I quickly moved one hand behind her to unclip her bra, pushing the fabric off her shoulders.
My lips connected with hers, pushing against her mouth and rubbing her tongue with mine, grunting slightly as she moved forward, her thigh brushing my half-hard length.
My hand connected with her backside and she moaned out, and before she could tell what was even going on I moved my thigh between her legs, encouraging her to work herself onto me. “Come on, baby, you know you want to,” I coaxed her, moving my thigh up to her center and smacking her ass again.
Her moans and whimpers guided me as I pushed down harder on her hips, my mouth moving to her neck to mark her. “You’re spoiling me,” she gasped out between moans. I simply smirked and shook my head.
“I’m enjoying this just as much as you are, baby girl.” Her hips started moving faster, and I pulled her up off of me and laid down on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. “Come up here.” I tapped the spots next to my head on the floor, and I could see her hesitance as she straddled my stomach. She slowly moved her body towards me, but I was in no position to be kept waiting. I pulled her up to me by her hips and immediately attached my lips to her clit, her body immediately shuddering. I couldn’t help but smile, giving her three hard smacks in a row, her body reacting like I knew it would. It took mere moments for her inner thighs to start shaking, one of her hands coming up to push on the coffee table for support, the other one gripping onto mine that was holding her hips back. She came, arching her back and locking her eyes with mine, her whole body shaking and over-sensitive. She sat back slowly as I sit up and moved us so she straddled my lap again. Her head came to the crook of my neck as she caught her breath, and I gave her hair slow, sensual kisses. She sat back, ready to help me get off, but giggled once she realized I’d already finished on my stomach.
“You couldn’t wait?” She laughed, kissing me.
“Can you blame me?” I laughed back, moving to place her on the couch. I went to get a blanket and something to clean myself off so we could rest a bit before moving on to the next room.
It was close to 6 o clock when my stomach started rumbling, so I promptly got up and piggy backed Sonia over to the kitchen, which housed next to nothing. With nothing but the blanket covering us, I stretched out my arms, loosening my sore muscles. Sonia scooted off my back, her bare feet hitting the tiles causing her to shiver. “You cold?” I murmured, my words echoing in the quiet apartment. She nodded slightly. The dim glow against her naked body made my dick throb, my boner upright and apparent. “Get on your knees.” I growled, and she timidly kneeled down in front of me. “I’m sorry, baby, I mean please get-” I began,worried I’d gone too far, but before I could finish she grabbed my length in her hand lightly, placing her lips around the tip and flicking her tongue across the slit. Amidst my groans and pants, I gathered her hair in a ponytail behind her head, keeping it all away from her face. God, it was so hard to keep from cumming…
But I had to pull away if we were going to make this last a little longer, so I pulled her up by her forearms, and before she could even blink, I bent her over the kitchen counter and was rubbing the head of my dick on her clit, making her shudder and reach out in front of her, coming up with nothing but the top surface on the counter. I pushed into her quicker than I probably should have, and she let out a scream. “Oh, shit,” I panted, “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” She moaned out, “Yes, I’m fine, keep going.” She urged me, her forehead hitting the counter top. She really didn’t have to tell me twice. I started a steady pace, the both of us getting sweaty very, very quickly. She definitely wasn’t suppressing her moans, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Can you hear that?” I growled in her ear, smacking her ass. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the room were her moans, my grunts, and the slap of our skin coming together. “You like that sound?” My hand came around to grab one of her boobs, and she nodded her head, her back arching. “Use your words, babygirl, do you like the sound of me fucking you?”
“Yes, Mikey!” She screamed back to me, and I smirked, going harder, and significantly louder.
Her hand started smacking the countertop, desperate for something to hold onto. Her legs were starting to get week and wobbly, and her chest was heaving. I pushed her hair to one of her shoulders, placing my forehead there and never missing a beat. “Oh, shit, baby you’re not going to be able to walk, you know that right?” She just kept screaming ‘yes’ and 'don’t stop’ over and over, until her entire body started shaking and she ultimately went weak. “Aw, I didn’t get to see you cum.” I whined, to which she told me to shut up. I came moments later, my chest resting on her back. “Oh, shit.” I gasped, trying to breathe properly. I pulled out of her, watching my cum drip down her leg. “Oh my god, that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” I choked out, reaching next to us to grab a paper towel.
Once I cleaned her up, I moved away to grab the blanket off the floor. If I had gone much further, she probably would have fallen on her ass. Her legs failed to support her and her arms were far too weak to hold her up on the counter. She gasped as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her up and chuckling. “Michael, it’s not funny!” She whined, and I just kept laughing. “You’re right, it’s not funny, it’s fucking hot.” I laughed, kissing her cheek. “You need a little break before we move on?”
Her eyes went wide and she nodded. “Yeah, like a two month break.”
I laughed, “I’ll give you an hour.” She tried to hide her smile. We still had five rooms to go.
So around 8:30, with Full House playing on the television, on a commercial break she turned to face me as I was holding her. “Mikey?” she almost whispered.
“Mhm?” I sleepily and blissfully replied as I twirled bits of her hair between my fingers.
“Are you… like, do you want to…” She paused and turned back to the tv.
“What is it, babe?” I squeezed her side, urging her to continue.
“Next room?” She simply choked out, eyes hoping I’d understand. I kissed her forehead and picked her up, her thighs wrapping around me instantly as the blanket that was covering us fell to the floor. I walked us over to the dining room, placing her gently on the table and leaning over her.
I slowly pressed my lips to hers, hands roaming all over her body. “So how do you want it, baby girl?” I kissed her again. “Do you want it slow and torturous?” I kissed a line over to her jaw. “Or fast and relentless?” I sunk a finger into her and her eyes fluttered. I ceased my movement when I realized she couldn’t concentrate on answering.
“Fast, please” She whimpered. She was still so sensitive and I fucking loved it. I added another finger and she cried out, “Please no foreplay Michael, I’m so ready, I need you.”
And so began my steady pace of sinking into her and pulling almost all the way out, hearing our moans intertwine, her scratches going up my back, the slapping sound of my hand hitting her ass. It was getting to be all too much. She started to clench around me, and I let out a strangled groan. “Baby, I won’t last much longer if you do that.” She couldn’t help it, she clenched down again. And like I said, I didn’t last much longer. I released into her before I could even stop myself, holding onto her small frame for dear life as my whole body shook. I put my weight onto her uncontrollably, pissed off at myself. I used what little strength I had to pick myself up and sit in one of the dining room chairs, and I basically stared at my lap, mentally yelling at my member for betraying me.
“Holy shit” Sonia breathed out, turning on her side as she still laid on the table, facing me.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to” I said out of breath, my leaning my head back to rest on the chair.
“You know you look really hot like that.” She commented, leaning her head on her hand.
“What, sitting down with a limp dick that doesn’t know when to act more like a 19 year old than an 11 year old?” I replied bitterly.
“Sitting down all sweaty like a guy that just fucked his girlfriend really thoroughly,” she smirked, “and for the record, I’d love you even if you didn’t have a dick.” She giggled at my surprised face in reaction to her language, but I knew her cursing was only to take my focus away from being pissed off at myself. “Come on, lets finish tomorrow, okay?” She stood up and led me back to the couch, where we cuddled till she fell asleep on my chest.
I awoke around 11 to a loud crack of thunder. I instinctively brought Sonia closer to my chest, accidentally waking her as well. “I’m sorry, baby,” I said groggily, pushing a few stray hairs out of her face as she yawned.
“It’s fine, Mike, can we go to bed?” I mumbled an ‘mhm’ as a response and untangled our legs, grabbing her hand and sleepily shuffling down the hallway towards the bedroom. Halfway down the hall, I came to an abrupt stop, Sonia bumping into my shoulder in her sleepy state. “What is it babe?” I was gazing into the spare room, the rain running down the outside of the picture window and the window seat immersed in the light from the moon and the flickering lightning. I turned back to my girlfriend. “What?” She asked again, confused at the small smile on my face. I gently cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips to mine slowly. My hands moved down to lay on her lower back, softly bringing her closer to me. Her hands gently moved through my hair, our intimate movements a harsh contrast from our very recent activities.
Small, slow kisses turned into deliberate, passionate ones in very little time. Before I knew it, I had her laid out before me on the window seat, her brown eyes illuminated by the glow from outside. With her wrists held in one of my hands above her head, I began to give her slow, open mouthed kisses down her body, teasing her around her hip bones and going all the way to the inner thigh. “As much as I love tasting you,” I began, giving her the tiniest lick to her center, making her eyes roll back slightly, “What I really want to do is just watch you.” I eased my middle finger into her, her lip coming to catch between her teeth. I set up a steady rhythm, watching her chest rise and fall slowly at first, then rapidly as I went faster and added another finger.
“Michael,” she cried out, trying to hold onto some part of me but struggling as I held her hands down.
“What is it, baby?” I teased her, changing the angle of my fingers to find her special spot.
“Michael, please let me touch you,” She whimpered, her words getting lost between moans.
I pretended to ponder her question. “No, I think I like this much better,” I smirked.
“Michael!” She whined out of frustration and pleasure. Her eyes started to close, and I slowed my movements.
“Uh-uh, look at me.” Her eyes snapped open, her eyebrows coming together to force herself to focus. “Look right in my eyes, baby.” I coaxed her, speeding up the movement of my fingers. “Right in my eyes…” Her moans were becoming lost in the sound of the storm outside. “You’ll have to be louder than that if you want to come, sweetheart.” I let go of her wrists, her hands immediately attaching to my body. One came to hold the hand previously holding hers down, the other came to grip my shoulder for dear life as she lost herself. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmered, mesmerized. Her back arched, muscles contracting, as she tried to hold in a moan she knew would be too loud. “It’s okay, baby let it out.” She let out a breath, her moan coming out strangled as I felt her cum all over my fingers, I stared right back into her dilated pupils, perplexed, and took in her spent and sweaty features as she relaxed on the window seat moments later. I cleaned her up as best I could with my mouth, causing her to giggle and flinch at her sensitivity, and then aided her into the bathroom across the hall so we could clean up properly.
I sat her down on the toilet while I filled the tub up with warm water and lit the candle she had set up next to it while we were filling the bathroom hours prior. With the room smelling like roses, I picked her up and slowly sat down in the bath with her in my lap, our chests touching, her forehead groggily placed on my shoulder. I slowly drew shapes on her back as I relaxed into the edge of the tub, allowing the warm water to soothe all the muscles I’d tightened in my body. We were quiet for a long, long time. “Have I ever told you how much of a cutie patootie you are?” She murmured, drawing shapes on my arm while I dragged my fingertips up and down her back.
I laughed, “I’m not a ‘cutie patootie.’ I’m a hard-core punk sex god.” I puffed out my chest for a moment, making her giggle.
“No, you’re a lil cutie to me. A sex god at times, but I mean, cutie patootie for the remainder.” her smile widened as I cheekily pinched her bum under the water. “Do we have to do this room right now?” she looked up at me, her eyes already drooping.
“No, baby, that’s not why I brought you in here. We have the rest of forever to have shower sex,” Her blushed cheeks hid in the crook of my neck and I laughed. We waited for the water to get cool to get out, I wrapped her in her white towel and carried her bridal style to the bedroom, placing her on the bed and turning to grab clothes for the both of us to sleep in.
Upon turning around, seeing her sitting cross-legged in the middle of my sheets with her hair draped across her shoulders, her lips swollen and red, my mind started playing tricks on me. My subconsious brought forth a vision of her sitting the same way, but in a white dress instead of a white towel. My smile betrayed my secret before I could think to hold it in. “What are you smiling at?” her voice brought me back out of my daydream.
“You’re beautiful,” I replied, handing her a t shirt of mine and a pair of boxers.
And so we spent the first night in my apartment completely immersed in one another.
And so that morning, was the first morning that I got to see her tangled up in my sheets for the first time. That was the first morning I got to see the sunrise paint pictures across her face due to the open window across the room, allowing the pinks and yellows to color the room. That was the first morning I got to spend with her in my bed. And around an hour later, her eyelids fluttered and she groaned as she pulled her face closer to my chest. I tried to make my laugh silent as she peeked open one eye, the other following as she adjusted to the light. “Good morning, my lady.” I murmured, taking a piece of her hair away from her face.
She rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. She sighed, a slight smile on her lips, her cheeks turning pink. “What are you smiling at?” I pinched her side, pulling her back into me.
“Nothing.” I gave her a look that said tell me. “We had a lot of sex last night.” She began.
“And..?” I prompted her to continue.
“And, I don’t think I can move.” She kept staring at the ceiling.
“Good.” I said promptly. “We don’t have to move, then.” I pulled her on top of me. “We can stay right here,” I paused, running my hands down her naked back, “And finish off the last room.” I smirked, kissing her blushing cheek.
“Michaaaael” She whined, covering her face with her hands.
“Whaaaat” I mimicked her, pulling her hands away from her face, kissing each wrist slowly.
“You’re trying to kill me” she laughed as I moved to hover over her.
I kissed her lips gently. “No,” I began, placing a kiss to her cheek and then again to her shoulder, “I’m trying to make love to you.” She giggled, and I kissed her forehead in the same gentle manner. “Now,” I started sponging kisses to her neck and collar bones. “How do you want me?” I looked into her eyes, pushing myself above her in push up position, my hands on either side of her head.
She thought for a moment. “Well… how do you want me?”
“Just like this,” I continued sponging delicate kisses around her body, making sure to cover every inch of skin possible. She watched me hesitantly, her eyes locking with mine every so often, shivering at the goosebumps arising on her skin. It wasn’t long before she started squirming, needy for the teasing to be over already.
“Michael…” she whimpered, reaching for my shoulders as my face finally hovered over where she needed me.
“What is it, babygirl?” I questioned her, pushing myself up to eye level to her dismay. I brought my hand back down, slowly and gently brushing my finger over her clit.
“I…” She couldn’t get the words out.
“What is it you need, baby?” I urged her, her hips starting to writhe.
“I need…” she bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as I sunk my finger into her.
I smiled cheekily, “You need that?” I added another finger.
Her mouth twitched up in a smile as she nodded. “More,” She moaned out.
“What do you want? Do you want me?” I continued to verbally tease her. She nodded, whimpering as I retracted my hand. I swiftly brought one arm underneath her lower back, my other hand guiding myself into her heat. Her eyes rolled back into her head as I slowly put just the tip in.
It was killing me just as much as it was killing her, but I pulled out ever so slowly and put the tip in again, trying to chase a reaction from her. Sweat was collecting on my forehead already. Sonia looked like she was close to tears as she tried to get some sort of friction from me. “Please,” She bit her lip again, hands shaking as she pushed my matted hair away from my forehead. After what felt like decades I finally pushed all the way in, groaning as I did so. No matter how many times we had sex, no matter how many positions we tried, this had to be my favorite: slow, deliberate, and meaningful. The way she moved, gripped the sheets, and let out soft moans, every now and then murmuring my name, was enough to drive me absolutely fucking crazy. I kissed her cheek gently, my hand tangling in her hair. She wasn’t going to last long; she was way too sensitive. “Yes!” She cried out as I brushed against her g spot.
“Yeah? Right there?” I spoke in her ear as I sat up, taking her with me as I continued to hit that same spot.
She couldn’t even hold herself up properly, her arms shaking in her weak attempt to look me in the face. Her legs locked around my torso, my hands gripping her hips to aid her in moving up and down my length; we were completely connected. “Oh my god, Michael,” she started clenching around me, and I could tell she was getting dizzy. My stomach started to tighten, and I knew it was almost over, but I didn’t want it to end. “Mikey, I can’t cum, it’s too much.” Her legs were trembling.
“You can, angel, I know you can.” I placed a kiss to the side of her head over her hair, her head falling to the crook of my neck. “We’re gonna go a little faster, okay?” She nodded and I slowly picked up speed, her moans becoming uncontrollable. Her nails dug into my back as she finally let go, releasing onto my cock, her cum wetting the sheets below us. “Oh my god, oh my god.” I let go just after her, a strangled groan coming from my throat. “Oh, angel.” I pulled out, guiding her head back to the pillows before pulling her into my chest. “We’re going to have quite the time here.” She replied with a yawn, snuggling closer to me before letting sleep take over.
A few hours later we finally decided to get up and start our day, Sonia struggling to find the strength in her legs to walk. I carried her to the kitchen and sat her down on the counter while I scanned the refrigerator for breakfast foods. "Aren't you glad I made you do all that grocery shopping?" Sonia reprimanded jokingly.
"Haha." was my extremely well thought out and sarcastic reply, along with an eye roll. "Do you want pancakes or eggs?"
"Eggs please." You could still hear the sleep in her voice causing me to smile the entire time as I made her breakfast shirtless, excited to be able to do this with her hopefully every day for the rest of my life.
