So its pervbff!reader x pervbff!mike from the off the thriller era. They're bffs but they are super flirty. Y/n is like super flirty and she loves how she makes the always-polite-and-shy-mike blush. He doesn't have many friends, unlike yn so he doesn't really understand whats okay in a friendship and what isn't. Yn however likes to tease him. She'd wear something low cut or short skirts around him and watch him get flustered. "Yeah mike, we can have our special kisses" called "bff kisses" where they make out. He's inexperienced, shy and very very awkward, so he nervously asks her if he's making her uncomfortable or not while he kisses her neck and leaves hickeys everywhere. It should start slow burn, both are huggeee perverts. There are times when he gets a boner while making out with her and she teases him about it later on. Yn is free spirited, which mike absolutely loves but he slowly catches feelings (!?? Idk you decide if thats what you want or not) But yeah you could make it into a nice series, like there comes a point where yn gets super turned on in public and blows him in a parking lot with people around lol. They both absolutely love giving each other oral in public. There comes a point where they lose their virginity to each other after a hot day of hanging around in the pool all day. But yeah I'd love to read some of their not-so-innocent shenanigans (eg: she's blowing him while they're watching a movie on the couch while his brothers are in the adjacent dining room eating/talking) in a cute series :)
just really good friends :)
✦ pairing: thriller!michael x fem!reader
✦ trope: pervy!bff!michael x pervy!bff!reader, best friends to lovers-ish
✦ warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, virgin!reader, virgin!michael, best friends with very questionable boundaries, mutual pining/feelings, dirty talk, praise, possessiveness, marking/hickeys, public/semi-public sexual situations, oral sex (m & f receiving), face fucking, gagging/choking, throat fucking, hand around throat, fingering, masturbation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection do as i say not as i write) creampie, cum play, spit/drool, messy sex, overstimulation, light degradation, praise kink, “good girl,” slight dom!michael, multiple orgasms, aftercare/check-ins
✦ author’s note: love this req real bad. the idea of reader thinking she’s the bold/flirty one just to accidentally discover that her sweet, shy, polite best friend is secretly ten times worse than she is??? yeah. i fear dis one got away from me a little bit LMAOOO. also “bff kisses” absolutely killed me, i had to keep that. & yeah the title is a play on just good friends whatever different era it WORKS AND ITS STAYING
you and michael had been best friends for years by the time thriller took over the world. he was still the soft-spoken, endlessly polite guy who blushed when someone complimented him and always asked if you were comfortable. you were free spirited but more innocent than you let on, happy to hang around him, tease him a little, wear the occasional low-cut top or short skirt just to watch him get flustered. he didn’t have many real friends. you did. that imbalance made him careful… on the surface.
underneath, he was dirtier than anyone would have guessed.
it started with hugs that lasted too long, his hands settling lower on your back than friendship usually allowed, thumbs stroking slowly. then forehead kisses that drifted to your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. one night, after a long session of him playing you unfinished demos, you were both half-asleep on the couch when he tilted your face up and kissed you properly. soft at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against yours like he’d been thinking about it for weeks.
he pulled back just enough to whisper, voice shy but already rough, “is this okay? i’ve wanted to kiss you like this for so long… just between best friends. nothing wrong with that…right?”
your heart was racing. you were the innocent one here, but the way his mouth felt made heat pool low in your stomach. you nodded, a little breathless. “yeah… friend kisses. okay.”
after that, it became a thing, and he was the one who kept pushing it further.
he’d pull you into his lap during movies without asking, hands firm on your hips, and start those slow, deep kisses while his brothers talked and laughed in the dining room just around the corner. you’d freeze at first, surprised, but then melt into it because his mouth was so warm and careful and filthy all at once.
“you feel so soft,” he’d murmur against your lips, already hard under you. “can i kiss your neck? i want to leave marks on you… so everyone knows someone was touching you.”
you’d tilt your head with a shy little sound, secretly loving how bold he was being. his mouth would latch on, wet, open, sucking hard enough to bruise. he’d groan quietly when you shivered.
“tell me if it’s too much,” he’d whisper between sucks, even as he left another dark hickey lower, right above your collarbone. “but you make the prettiest sounds when i do this. does it feel good? your skin tastes so sweet.”
you’d nod against him, voice small. “it feels… so so so …good. don’t stop.”
he’d keep going until your neck and collar bones were covered in purple marks, his hips rolling up so you could feel how thick and hard he’d gotten just from marking you. later, he’d look at the bruises with dark eyes and murmur, “i did that. my best friend wearing my mouth all over her. i keep getting so hard thinking about it.”
the first time his hand slid under your shirt during a make-out, you tensed, surprised, but the way his palm cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple until it hardened, made you wetter than you wanted to admit. he noticed.
“you’re getting warm here,” he whispered, polite voice gone low and filthy. “can i keep touching you like this? i love how your body reacts to me...”
you bit your lip and nodded, letting him continue because every stroke of his fingers sent sparks through your stomach.
he was the one who first put your hand on his cock under a blanket one night while his brothers’ voices carried from the dining room. he guided your fingers around the thick, hot length straining his sweatpants and let out a shaky breath.
“just touch it for me,” he murmured, already leaking against your palm. “i’ve been hard the whole movie thinking about your mouth. i’ll teach you, stroke it slow… yeah, like that. feel how heavy it is? that’s all for you. making me so hard just by sitting here.”
you were nervous, cheeks burning, but you stroked him the way he showed you, tight, twisting on the upstroke, because the way he throbbed in your hand and whispered filthy praise made your pussy clench.
“faster… fuck, your hand feels perfect. i’m gonna cum if you keep that up. you want me to make a mess under this blanket while they’re right there?”
you whispered “yes” almost too quickly, and he came hard, thick ropes spilling over your fingers, while he bit back a moan and kept your hand moving through it. feeling bolder now, you brought your hand up to your mouth to clean him off of you. his eyes nearly fell out of his head at the sight.
“jesus- good girl,” he breathed after, “you did so well for me.”
the public stuff was all him.
one night after dinner he pulled you into a shadowed corner of the parking lot, backed you against the side of his car, and dropped to his knees first, pushing your skirt up and burying his face between your thighs before you could protest. his tongue was hot, licking through your folds, sucking on your clit until your legs shook.
“quiet for me,” he whispered against your wet pussy, two fingers already sliding inside you. “someone could walk by and see us…you’re so wet already… dripping on my tongue. you secretly love this, don’t you? my sweet innocent girl letting her friend do whatever he wants.”
you covered your mouth, nodding frantically, hips pushing against his face because it felt too good to stop him. he licked and sucked and fingered you until you came hard against his mouth, thighs trembling around his head. then he stood, spun you around, and guided your hand back to his cock.
“my turn, on your knees, baby. i need that pretty mouth.” he cooed.
you dropped down, still shaky from your orgasm, and took him between your lips because the way he looked at you, polite face gone dark with lust, made you want to give him everything. he threaded his fingers gently into your hair and started thrusting, slow at first, then deeper.
“that’s it… take it. fuck, it’s so deep,” he reached to wrap a hand around your neck and felt himself in your throat, “look up at me while i use your mouth. anyone could see you choking on my cock right now. you like being this dirty for me in public?”
you moaned around him in answer, eyes watering, and let him fuck your face until he came down your throat with a low groan, holding you there while you swallowed around him.
he started doing it more, movie theater bathrooms, backseats, shadowed corners, always the one initiating, always checking in with soft “is this still okay?”and every time you went along with it, secret heat flooding you, because his hands and mouth felt better than anything you’d ever imagined.
the night with his brothers in the dining room was pure you this time. you guys were supposed to be watching a movie. instead you tugged the blanket over both of you, pushed yourself down between his legs, and freed his already-hard cock.
“so bold tonight baby… suck it,” he whispered, voice rough. “they’re right there talking and I’m so hard it hurts. put that innocent mouth on me. i want to feel you choke a little while they have no idea their brother’s best friend is gagging on his dick.”
you hesitated only a second, cheeks burning, then took him in, because the thick heat of him on your tongue and the filthy way he talked made your pussy throb. he guided your head with gentle but firm hands, thrusting up into your mouth in slow, deep strokes.
“deeper… yeah, just like that. spit running down your chest already. you look so pretty with me in your mouth. keep going. i’m gonna fill your throat and you’re gonna swallow every drop like a good girl.”
you sucked harder, eyes watering, one of your own hands sneaking between your legs because you were soaked. he noticed and smirked, still polite-faced but filthy-mouthed.
“touching yourself while you suck me? dirtier than you pretend. naughty little thing,” he said as you started to gag, “don’t you dare stop sucking until i finish.”
he came with a quiet, punched-out moan, pushing your head all the way down, flooding your mouth. you swallowed everything, trembling through your own quiet orgasm around your fingers, then climbed back into his lap when he tugged you up. he kissed you deep, tasting himself, and whispered, “perfect. you’re perfect for me.”
the pool day was the one where he finally took everything.
late summer, private backyard, just the two of you. you’d been swimming and laying in the sun for hours. both of you in almost nothing. your bikini top was more suggestion than coverage. his swim trunks left little to the imagination once the water and the heat and the constant teasing got to him. you, feeling significantly bolder now, kept “accidentally” brushing against him in the water, then climbing into his lap on the lounger afterward, wet skin sliding, grinding the soft heat of your pussy against the hard ridge of his cock through the thin fabric. he kept you in his lap in the water so you could feel how hard he was getting. by late afternoon he carried you to the wide lounge chair under the umbrella, laid you down, and peeled your wet bikini off with slow, deliberate hands. “mikeyyyy…” you murmured against his mouth, voice low and filthy. “i want you to fuck me. i want this big cock stretching my virgin pussy open. he went still, breathing hard. “we’ve never… are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you. i’ve never—”
“neither have i. i want it to be you… wanna feel every inch. look how wet i already am just from sitting on it.”
he breathed out slowly, something cracking along the edges of his normally composed body.
“…been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, stripping his own trunks so his thick, heavy cock slapped against his stomach. “fucking you. my best friend. stretching this pretty virgin pussy open on my cock. you gonna let me? you’ve been so wet every time i touch you… i know you secretly love it.”
you nodded, nervous and aching, legs falling open because the way he looked at you made you feel wanted in a way that was addictive. he settled between your thighs, rubbed the swollen head through your folds until you were slick and dripping, then pushed in slow.
the stretch burned, hot, full, almost too much. he groaned long and low, forehead dropping to yours.
“jesus… so tight. you’re gripping me like you don’t want to let go. tell me if i need to stop… but fuck, you feel perfect. my innocent girl taking every inch of my cock.”
you whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders, as he sank deeper inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. he stayed still for a long moment, letting you adjust, then started thrusting, slow, deep, filthy rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you.
“listen to how wet you are,” he whispered, voice wrecked and dirty. “that little sound every time i push in. you’re soaking me. i can feel you fluttering… you like being filled like this, don’t you?”
you moaned in answer, hips lifting to fuck yourself on him because it felt too good to stay still. he fucked you harder, one hand sliding down to rub your clit in tight circles while his cock stretched you open over and over.
“cum on my dick,” he ordered softly. “i wanna feel this tight little pussy cum around my cock. then im gonna fill you up… pump you so… so f-full of cum it leaks out of you for the rest of the day. you want that? want your best friend to claim you like this?”
you came hard, clenching rhythmically around him, a broken cry spilling out as pleasure crashed through you. he followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling inside you in long, hot pulses, thick ropes flooding you up, overflowing around himself and dripping down onto the lounger.
“fuck—yes—take it,” he groaned through it. “every drop…looks so pretty leaking out of you.”
he stayed inside you for a long minute, kissing you slow, then pulled out carefully. the thick mix of both of you spilled from your freshly fucked hole. his eyes darkened further.
“…not done with you yet.”
he shifted up the lounger, knees bracketing your ribs, and straddled your chest. his cock was still half-hard, shiny and messy with the thick mix of his cum and your slick that had leaked out of you. he gripped the base and dragged the sticky head across your lips, smearing the mess over your mouth like gloss.
“open, baby,” he murmured, voice low and filthy. “i wanna fuck your throat while you’re still full of me. feel my cum leaking out of that pretty pussy while i use your mouth. get me hard again so i can watch your makeup run down this pretty face.”
you opened obediently, still floating and oversensitive from the orgasm he’d just fucked out of you. the second your lips parted he pushed in, slow at first, letting you taste the salty-sweet mess of both of you coating him. you made a soft, startled sound around him.
“that’s it… take it,” he groaned, watching your lips stretch around him. “look at you already tasting us. my cum and your mess all over my cock and you’re just letting me feed it to you. stick your tongue out more, lick it clean while i push deeper.”
he fed you another few inches, the thick head pressing against the back of your tongue. you gagged hard, eyes fluttering, and he moaned at the sound.
“fuck, that little gag… do it again for me.” he rolled his hips and pushed further until the head breached your throat. you choked harder, throat convulsing around him, tears immediately springing to your eyes. “good girl...” he cooed, “choke on it. love the way your throat squeezes me when you do that. look at you, letting your best friend bury his cock down your throat right after he filled your pussy.”
you whimpered around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. drool was already slipping from the corners of your mouth, mixing with the leftover cum. he started thrusting properly, longer, deeper strokes that forced his length in and out of your throat with wet, filthy gulps. his hands stayed gentle but firm in your hair, holding you exactly where he wanted.
“talk to me when i pull out,” he ordered, voice wrecked. he drew back until just the head rested on your tongue. strings of spit and cum connected your lips to his cock. “tell me how it feels.”
you gasped, voice already hoarse and messy. “it’s- so so.. so big… fills my whole mouth. i can still feel you inside me and now you’re making me taste it… feels… dirty. i like it. please don’t stop.. i just wanna make you feel good..”
his head fell back, “fuck, love hearing you say that…” he pushed back in deep, cutting off your words, and started fucking your face in steady, obscene thrusts. the wet sounds were loud, gagging every time he buried himself to hear your choked little gurgles. black mascara streaks formed fast and ran down your cheeks in thick tracks as tears spilled freely from your eyes.
“look at you,” he breathed, pure filth pouring out of him. “my baby with her throat full of the same cock that just came inside her. makeup already ruined, black tears everywhere. you take me so fucking well… gagging so pretty every time i shove it deep. spit running down your chin onto your chest. you’re a mess for me.”
you moaned around him, the sound muffled and wet. when he pulled back again for air you managed to rasp, “feels so good… being used like this…can feel how hard you’re getting again…please keep going. ruin me more. please, please…”
“jesus christ.” he thrust back in harder, using your throat with longer strokes now, watching the way your neck bulged slightly each time he bottomed out, he placed his hand around your neck to feel it. “listen to you begging for it. sweet girl asking me to ruin her throat. im gonna cum again and you’re gonna swallow every fucking drop while you look up at me like this, mascara everywhere, lips stretched, full of me.”
his pace turned relentless. your makeup was completely destroyed, black tracks from your eyes all the way to your jaw, some mixing with the spit. you gagged and choked on every deep thrust, tears streaming, but you kept your eyes on his the way he liked, hands resting weakly on his thighs.
“im close, baby” he warned, hips stuttering. “fuck, your throat is gripping me so tight. you ready to swallow another load? tell me.”
you pulled off just enough to gasp, voice wrecked and filthy in a way that still sounded shy, “yes…yes, please. cum down my throat. i want it. wanna swallow it all while i look like this for you.”
he groaned long and low and shoved back in deep.
“-cumming, fuck, swallow for me,”
he flooded your throat in thick, heavy pulses. hot spurts hit the back of your throat and you tried to swallow around him, throat working desperately. you choked on the volume, some of it escaping the corners of your mouth and running down your chin in messy white streaks. he kept you there through every pulse, hips twitching, until the last spurt was milked out.
when he finally pulled back, a thick, glossy string of spit and cum connected your swollen, shiny lips to the head of his cock. it stretched and finally broke, landing on your chin. he stared down at the absolute wreck he’d made of you, ruined makeup, cum-smeared mouth, drool and cum all over your face and chest, like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
he swiped two fingers through the mess on your chin and lower lip, gathering the thick white fluid, then brought them to your mouth.
“i said swallow all of it,” he murmured, voice still dark and commanding even though the soft politeness was starting to creep back in. “clean my fingers. don’t waste a drop of what i gave you.”
you wrapped your lips around his fingers obediently, sucking them clean with soft, wet sounds, tongue swirling to get every trace of the mixed cum and spit. your eyes stayed watery and locked on his the whole time.
he watched you do it with a low, satisfied groan. “perfect. look at you… still so sweet even with my cum all over your face and your pussy still leaking the first load. my perfect, filthy girl.”
he finally softened, cupping your ruined face with both hands, thumbs carefully wiping under your eyes even as he looked completely wrecked with lust and affection.
“you okay, baby?” he asked quieter now, the polite softness returning. “was that too much?”
you shook your head, voice hoarse and sticky. “no… i liked it. all of it. the way you used my throat… how messy you made me. don’t stop touching me like this.”
he leaned down and kissed you slow and deep, tasting himself on your tongue, while his cum continued to leak out of you onto the lounger beneath you.
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