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The lyrics softly rang out, adding background noise to the soft sounds of kissing. God, there was so much running through his mind right now as he admired your facial features. There were your pretty lips that he loved to kiss, your eyes that always looked at him with pure love—you were perfect inside and out.

Your top was long discarded, tossed somewhere on the floor. You used your arm to cover your face, feeling Michael's lips against your neck, making your skin tingle with pure pleasure as he moved lower, making sure to give attention to every little bit of your body. 

I mean, what were two people supposed to do when they were alone in a room, completely in love with each other? 

“Mikey, I…” Your voice trailed off into a whisper, so quiet that Michael barely caught it. 

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry, we can stop." He froze, completely terrified of doing something wrong. 

“No, no, it's not that; I really do want to do this with you, of course, but I'm just nervous," you admitted, your eyes searching for anything else to look at besides Michael as another lyric whirled out of the speakers of the player. 

“Baby, it's okay; I'm here with you. We can try again another time; I don't mind." His thumb caressed your cheek as he spoke, his eyes soft and caring. 

“No, Mikey, I really want it… I want you." You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in place as you wrapped your arms lazily around his neck, mashing your lips against his, your back arching slightly off the mattress in an attempt to get your bodies closer. 

You let your fingers trail down to the waistband of his underwear in an attempt to tug them down. His fingers hastily move to help you pull them down before moving to toss them on the floor. 

“Is it… okay for you?” He was self-conscious, to say the least. What if it wasn't good enough for you? What if you left right here, right now, and never wanted to speak to him again? His heart was racing, the abundance of thoughts swimming through his head. 

“Michael, you're perfect," you cooed, your fingers getting tangled in the fabric of your underwear, the wet spot in them becoming more slick by the moment as you slid them down your legs, tossing them in a pile of clothes somewhere in the corner of the room before spreading your legs, your eyes hazy with lust. 

“Oh, you're s'gorgeous” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your collarbone, earning a pleasant sigh from your mouth, the tip of his cock circling around your opening, gathering the slick that leaked from your needy hole. 

“Please, put it in," you whined, pushing your hips up to get any kind of friction. 

“Whatever you want, Ma." Slowly he pushed himself in, your poor needy cunt being stretched open by the sheer size of something foreign. A slight sting making its way throughout your lower half, making you wince. 

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” He groaned out, letting his hands run down the sides of your body in a soothing motion.

You shook your head, letting your eyes flutter shut as you got used to the stretch. The sting, turning into pleasure, as you let your mouth fall open, a small whine escaping from your throat. 

“Please, Mikey… I need it," you choked, grinding your hips to get any kind of friction. 

Slowly, he slid himself inside, giving you time to adjust to the length, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his lips making contact with your collarbone as his hips instinctively thrusted up into you, pulling whimpers from his mouth as he kept that same needy, desperate pace. His head still in the crook of your neck, the warmth from his breath plus the feeling of his cock drilling into you constantly, making you feel lightheaded.

"You're so perfect; this is perfect." His words were barely coherent, like the feeling of your walls fluttering against him made him drunk, but not off of alcohol, just purely off the feeling of your already sweaty body against his.

He kept his thrust slow and sensual; each rut of his hips against yours sent you into another spiral of unadulterated bliss. Your arms wrapped tightly against his sweat-slicked body, legs wrapped around his waist, like it was the only thing they knew to do, like it was exactly where they needed to be, locking him in place so that the only thing he could even think about was letting his hips snap into place. 

“Mmm… Michael, don't stop," you whined, tossing your head back into the pillows, your fingers grasping at whatever you could get your hands on.

“I won't, thank you, baby, for letting me feel you like this… thank you, thank you." All his words were starting to jumble together as he continued to babble praises. 

The room felt stuffy and somehow hotter than it already was outside; the smell of sex emitting from the room and the sounds of the bed creaking wildly, mixed with the whines of you both, leaked out into the hall. 

He was close. The once rhythmic thrusts become more sloppy, his pretty curls falling perfectly against your damp skin as he keeps his head buried in your shoulder. 

"Wait, Michael… you have to, mmm, pull out. Your dad's going to kill us if you get me pregnant," you whined, tapping at his shoulder as you closed your eyes, the feeling of your body completely letting go washing over you. 

Michael was so dazed, his brain foggy with the only thought being you and the way you sucked him in. He was so hazy with pleasure he nearly missed pulling out, just barely making it to cumming on your tummy with one final moan. 

It was quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of his own voice playing out throughout the record player and heavy breathing just barely louder than the player. 

“Was it… good?” He questioned letting his finger trace your skin in lazy circles. 

"Amazing," you whispered, wrapping around his neck, pulling him into another kiss that was quickly disrupted by the sound of Tito's voice from behind the door, sending the two of you into full-blown panic, immediately pulling apart. 

“You two lovebirds done in there?” He laughed, mocking the noises that could be heard just moments before. 

“Just leave us alone!” Michael yelled, slowly gathering the clothes that were scattered on the floor. 

“Whatever, just get yourselves put together; Mother and Joseph are comin’ in soon," Jackie spoke, the sound of him slapping what you guessed was Tito's arm making you laugh as they started arguing.