“express yourself dont repress yourself”

you and him ended up having a debate about which juice is better. orange or apple juice. and you were adamant that apple juice is ten times better than orange juice and he got extremely defensive.

he clears his throat, turning the page of his book. still refusing to acknowledge your presence.

“y’know you’re childish as fuck right.” you say, rolling your eyes at his ridiculous behaviour.

after being ignored for the third time, you stand up and walk to the couch he’s sitting on.

you snatch his book out of his hands, setting it on the coffee table and plop yourself down on his lap.

surprisingly he lets you do all of these things, biting his lip in annoyance and turning his head to the side so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with you.

“michael joseph jackson.” you cup his cheeks, forcing his face in your direction. “m’sorry if you got offended over your precious orange juice that you seem to love more than me but this is immature.”

he stays silent, looking into your eyes with a raised brow.

oh wow, so he’s still being stubborn. you’re literally sitting on his lap, and he’s still ignoring you.

over fucking orange juice?

“michael!” you exclaim, dropping your hands to his shoulders and giving them a light shake.

you drop a kiss on his cheek, then the other cheek before planting many, many pecks on his lips.

he doesn’t kiss you back, deciding to close his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you.

“ughhh,” you groan, “talk to me.” you pout, grabbing his cheeks so you can kiss him a few more times.

“you’re…” kiss “being…” kiss “so…” kiss “stubborn!”

michael let’s out a loud sigh, when you start to pepper kisses along his jaw. at this point you’re surprised he hasn’t tried to push you off yet. this is just giving you the impression that he secretly likes you being all clingy with him.

“im going to sleep in the guest room if you continue to ignore me. and then all you’ve have in life is your stupid orange juice.” you mumble, in between your kisses before you drop your head down to his neck.

you start kissing the smooth skin of his throat, opening your mouth wider so you can lick and suck the subtle skin into your mouth.

you hear a low groan rumble out of michael’s mouth, making a small grin form on your lips.

he’s cracking!

you continue your now mission, nibbling the sensitive skin of his throat, soothing the bites with your tongue.

you feel a large hand, settle on the dip of your waist, pulling you even more forward on his lap where you can feel the thick, unmistakable bulge of his growing erection.

got him!

“so now you want to touch me?” you question, raising your head with a grin.

he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his hand tightening its grip on your waist.

“you’re not being fair.” he speaks up, his lips forming a scowl.

“and now you want to speak?” you say in disbelief.

you grin, kissing him deeply before moving away and laughing when he tries to chase your lips.

“nuh uh. nope.” you shake your head, hopping off of his lap and swatting away his hands that try and pull you back.

“mama come back.” michael whines, unable to hide the massive tent in his sweatpants.

you shrug, leaving the living room knowing that he’ll most probably follow you. “if you need something that badly then ask your orange juice since that was worth ignoring your girlfriend over.”

you squeal running towards the bedroom when he stands up, chasing after you.

you and him ended up having a debate about which juice is better. orange or apple juice. and you were adamant that apple juice is ten times better than orange juice and he got extremely defensive.

he clears his throat, turning the page of his book. still refusing to acknowledge your presence.

“y’know you’re childish as fuck right.” you say, rolling your eyes at his ridiculous behaviour.

after being ignored for the third time, you stand up and walk to the couch he’s sitting on.

you snatch his book out of his hands, setting it on the coffee table and plop yourself down on his lap.

surprisingly he lets you do all of these things, biting his lip in annoyance and turning his head to the side so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with you.

“michael joseph jackson.” you cup his cheeks, forcing his face in your direction. “m’sorry if you got offended over your precious orange juice that you seem to love more than me but this is immature.”

he stays silent, looking into your eyes with a raised brow.

oh wow, so he’s still being stubborn. you’re literally sitting on his lap, and he’s still ignoring you.

over fucking orange juice?

“michael!” you exclaim, dropping your hands to his shoulders and giving them a light shake.

you drop a kiss on his cheek, then the other cheek before planting many, many pecks on his lips.

he doesn’t kiss you back, deciding to close his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you.

“ughhh,” you groan, “talk to me.” you pout, grabbing his cheeks so you can kiss him a few more times.

“you’re…” kiss “being…” kiss “so…” kiss “stubborn!”

michael let’s out a loud sigh, when you start to pepper kisses along his jaw. at this point you’re surprised he hasn’t tried to push you off yet. this is just giving you the impression that he secretly likes you being all clingy with him.

“im going to sleep in the guest room if you continue to ignore me. and then all you’ve have in life is your stupid orange juice.” you mumble, in between your kisses before you drop your head down to his neck.

you start kissing the smooth skin of his throat, opening your mouth wider so you can lick and suck the subtle skin into your mouth.

you hear a low groan rumble out of michael’s mouth, making a small grin form on your lips.

he’s cracking!

you continue your now mission, nibbling the sensitive skin of his throat, soothing the bites with your tongue.

you feel a large hand, settle on the dip of your waist, pulling you even more forward on his lap where you can feel the thick, unmistakable bulge of his growing erection.

got him!

“so now you want to touch me?” you question, raising your head with a grin.

he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his hand tightening its grip on your waist.

“you’re not being fair.” he speaks up, his lips forming a scowl.

“and now you want to speak?” you say in disbelief.

you grin, kissing him deeply before moving away and laughing when he tries to chase your lips.

“nuh uh. nope.” you shake your head, hopping off of his lap and swatting away his hands that try and pull you back.

“mama come back.” michael whines, unable to hide the massive tent in his sweatpants.

you shrug, leaving the living room knowing that he’ll most probably follow you. “if you need something that badly then ask your orange juice since that was worth ignoring your girlfriend over.”

you squeal running towards the bedroom when he stands up, chasing after you.

You & Michael are approximately 2 hours deep into this unexpected night, tipsy & staggered from the multiple drinks you’ve been bought from various people. Pulsing fluorescent lights reflect off your tanned skin as you move fluidly to the music, a sheen coat of sweat covering your bare arms from the humidity of the room.

Michael hadn’t been on the dance floor yet despite your pleas, he’s still a little shy even when he’s drunk. Instead, he’d prefer to watch you as he sat at the bar, sipping on some mysterious liquor Quincey had brought him. His thick curls stuck to his temples from everyone’s body heat pooling in the room, yet he still kept his flannel shirt buttoned up right to the top.

You’d look over your shoulder at him occasionally, relishing in the way he’d ogle at the lower half of your body with an unconscious bite of his lip. Or when he’d giggle around the rim of his glass when you’d gyrate your hips in his direction intentionally, showing off the curve of your ass in your jeans.

You’d love to tease him like that, testing his endurance. Michael was a faithful, religious man. He believed in the avoidance of sexual & lustful acts before marriage. He grew up around that motive all his life, especially with his family. But he’s an adult now with his own choices, yet he’s still stuck in the mindset of a 15 year old boy who has to follow the rules, or has to abide by what his parents taught him. He doesn’t fully realise he is his own man now, & his natural love for women doesn’t help.

He’d deny himself for months, stopping when things got too intimate with you, or made him feel something he didn’t know how to handle. It’s not like he didn’t want to, you’d feel the stiffness of his cock poke your thigh every time you two were making out, or even simply cuddling. But whenever you were just about to make it to the inside of his pants, he’d stop you politely, taking your hand away.

“Baby, not yet,” he’d always say.

Alas, being Michael’s girl was a positive experience. You got to live the upper-echelon life, such as being invited to private parties in Beverly Hills by people who worked alongside him. At first, Michael didn’t even want to go to this party, said it’s not his thing. You were in the middle, you wanted to get him out of his comfort zone & have fun for the night since you two weren’t up to much. In the end, you had convinced him enough to go, so here you were.

Michael turns his head, his trance broken as he hears a muffled voice call his name. It’s a trendy young man, probably successful or famous. He looks like he has money, though Michael doesn’t seem to know him. But of course, everyone knows Michael. The man’s smiling with all teeth, holding out his hand for a handshake.

Michael takes his hand immediately, smiling back as they share a quick & rough pat on the back.

“Love your music, man!” He shouts over the speakers.

Michael semi-yells a thank you that comes out louder & sloppier than expected. He averts his gaze back to you, already distracted by your femininity. Your hands flay in the air as your hair paints your face, you’re loving every second.

“That y'girl?” He shouts near Michael's ear.

Michael snaps his head at him & nods like he’s proud to say yes.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. Beautiful ain’t she?” He practically says to himself, his voice high and sweet. His half-lidded drunken eyes stay glued on you.

The man throws him a small nod of approval, a playful smirk on his face.

“Damn right she is. Treat her right, man. In both ways if y’know what I mean.” He laughs, nudging him.

Michael lets his words hang in the air for a few seconds before laughing back, not quite sure why he’s laughing. Deep down, he wants you so damn bad. He craves you, he hates that he can’t have you yet. He feels embarrassed that he can’t provide that side of intimacy to his girl as a man. But god, if he could, he knew that embarrassment would vanish in no time.

Before Michael could fully respond, the man was strutting away, yelling at someone else. What he said made something shift in his brain, giving him a surge of confidence. How can he sit away from something so beautiful? He tips the last drops of his drink down his throat before placing it on the bar table with a clank. You see him walk over to you on the dance floor with an anticipative yet hungry look on his face. Your face lights up in surprise as he gets closer, doing a reeling motion with your hands. He chuckles from slight embarrassment.

As soon as he reaches you he places his hands on the small of your waist, rubbing absentmindedly. He looks at you like you’re the only girl in his world, like you’re a gift from God. He leans down towards your ear, moving the hair away,

“I missed you.” He whispers hoarsely, you can smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

You feel heat pool to your cheeks, a small smile creeping up the edges of your glossy lips.

“I missed you too, finally decided to come over huh?”

You place your hands on his shoulders as you push yourself up to pepper a kiss on his cheek. The second your lips were about to touch his face, he turns his head to meet you in the middle for a messy kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. His breath hitches immediately, his brows furrowing as he pushes his body flush against yours, his hands growing tighter as they grab the fat of your hips.

He wastes no time in opening his mouth & wrapping his tongue around yours. His chest heaves as he tilts his head to the side, making an impossible attempt to deepen the kiss & get closer. You were caught off guard by his forwardness, he never usually initiated makeouts first, it was always you. You weren’t complaining though. You’d been waiting months for this energy, & now that is was finally here you were practically buzzing.

You sling your arms over his shoulders, connecting your hands around the back of his neck as you kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. The tips of your fingers play with his curls at the nape of his neck as you hum pleasantly on his lips.

You feel Michael’s breaths fall shallow, panting in your mouth as the same feeling he’d usually try to avoid starts to crescendo inside of him. That’s when you feel something hard poking on your thigh, you knew it was him.

You break the kiss breathlessly, a thin glistening line of your mixed salvia snapping.

“Michael—“ you mumble. You look down between his legs.

The sight before you has you frozen. His bulge swells beneath his brown courdroy pants as if it wants to escape, almost looking painful. His chest continues to rise & fall as he looks down, instinctively covering it with one hand.

“M’ sorry, just want you so bad. I don’t know why I feel like this tonight,” he says sloppily, his lips puffy & wet.

He can barely stand on two feet, constantly swaying from side to side. You giggle as you put your hands on his chest to steady him, the little circles you trace making him swallow. His eyes are glassy under the light, laced with this lust & neediness that you secretly love. You wanted to put him out of his misery so badly — but he’d never let you.

“How much did you drink tonight?” You tease, your voice as sweet as candy.

“A lot, I think.”

Your hands make your way to the top button of his shirt, attempting to undo it. His hand flies to yours to stop it.

“What are you doin'?” He giggles.

“Relax baby, It’s just so hot in here, are you not burning up in this?” you say smoothly.

You knew that wasn’t the only reason. You just wanted to loosen him up, step by step. He lets his hand down as he watches you undo his top button, then the second, then the third. His exposed chest glows under the fluorescent lights, deep & rich in color.

You run a hand along his bare skin, looking at him for any sign of discomfort. You don’t find any, for once he doesn’t look that nervous at all. His hands find your hips again, pulling you in against his frame as he gnaws on his bottom lip. He leans forward towards your neck, drawing in a deep inhale through his nose. Your sweet feminine scent drives him crazy. The way his warm breath gently grazes your neck gives you goosebumps. You squeeze your thighs as you feel your cunt start to pulsate.

“Do you always smell this lovely?” He whispers against you as he continues smelling your neck area like a feline.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” You chuckle.

You just stand there, letting him smother himself all over you. If you’re being honest, his sudden wave of confidence threw you off guard, now you’re the one all nervous.

You gently slide one of your hands in between your glued bodies, making your way to his thighs. Your other hand on his lower back. You caress one gently, the sensation immediately making him wince. He flutters his eyes shut as he leans forward to press his lips against yours, not knowing what to do with himself.

You both end up deepening the kiss, the sides of your mouth growing wet. He whimpers your name into your lips as if he’s physically struggling to contain something. He pulls away a mere inch just enough to murmur,

“God help me.”

You feel him lightly grab your hand, moving it lower & lower until it reaches his bulge. Your eyes shot up at him, twinkling with mischief. That’s the last thing you expected him to do.

His forehead falls onto yours as he presses your palm against his cock, rewarding a low & relieving groan from his throat. He feels like rock in your grasp, making you salivate. Thank god you’re practically in the dark. You can feel his entire shaft as if there's no material on it, that's how erect he is. You give it a singular stroke from bottom to top, causing his mouth to fall agape.

“Mikey—“

“Let’s go home, I’ll call a cab” he plants a kiss on your collarbone, then on your lips, “Please.”

This is the first time Michael’s ever made a move like that. That was the first time you’d ever felt him down there, your heart skipped a beat the second you touched it. You’ve dreamt of that moment for months, him being all needy for your touch.

Michael called a cab the second you agreed to leave, rushing outside as he held your hand tight. You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to anyone, his first priority was to get you home.

You gave the cab driver a hard time when you got in. You were all over each other on the ride home. You were both already spent, breathless & hot as you rammed your tongues down each other's throats, occasionally missing due to the darkness of the backseat. You could tell Michael was still trying to keep things safe, only making out with you. Not touching your 'lady parts' or anything, as he would call them. His hands would tremble as he held your shoulders tight, pushing his face into yours. You slide your hands under his flannel shirt, running your hands over his taut n’ clammy abdomen.

Kissing was the only thing he knew, the only thing he could do without feeling sinful. So it makes sense why his kisses feel so heated & desperate, his body needs more, yet it’s like he’s only restricted himself for kissing.

The red light at the junction illuminates the back seat, temporarily revealing your faces to each other. Michael looks down at your chest, your breasts almost falling out of your skimpy little top. He gently touches your necklace hanging above your cleavage, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"So beautiful, you're heaven-sent." He says, his voice cracking from being unused for the past 20 minutes of straight kissing.

When the taxi finally pulled up outside the house, Michael was already reaching for the door handle before the engine had fully settled. He shot a look at you, his face full of nerves & anticipation. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face.

“Thank you,” you tell the driver. Michael was already out the car in a hurry, waiting on you.

Neither of you said anything as you scurried onto the front porch, desperate to be alone together. Michael drops the keys as he tries to get the lock open as soon as possible.

You didn’t quite know what it was Michael was rushing for, you had an idea, yet it seemed completely unrealistic given his morals.

Finally, he manages to get the front door open, ushering you in first before shutting it behind him with a slam.

He places the keys on the console table, turning to you. He burries his face into your neck, his hands running down your thighs. You laugh breathlessly, looking down at the floor.

“You’re gonna have to tell me to stop cus’ I can’t keep my hands off you, I’m sorry.” Michael cooes, his pants feeling tighter around his crotch again.

Telling him to stop was the last thing on your mind, that would be absurd. You look up at him through your lashes, puckering your lips a little, toying with him.

“I like it,” you whisper.

You plant a kiss on the sweet spot of his neck. His scent is warm & alluring, notes of fresh soap, vanilla, & a night out. You twist your head more, opening your mouth as you let your tongue glide wetly against his supple skin.

He’s never been kissed on the neck by you before, so the feeling immediately makes him freeze & contract, his eyes threatening to roll back to his head.

“Oh my—“ He whimpers.

He pulls away before you can get into it, grabbing your both your hands.

“Come upstairs with me.” He asks you, his words slurred as he starts to pull you towards the stairs.

You both make it to your bedroom, but it’s pitch black. You hear Michael click the door shut. Neither of you say anything for a second, the tension is thick in the air. You feel your cunt start to dampen due to the anticipation.

You stumble across the floor towards where you think your bedside lamp would be, you find it & flip the switch. The lamp casts a dim amber atmosphere. As soon as Michael sees where you are, he walks towards you, guiding you to the bed by your waist.

He plops himself down on the mattress, keeping his hands on you firmly. You stand between his open legs as you stroke his head, he looked so cute like this. His big brown eyes stay fixed on yours, never faltering. He moves his hands higher up your waist so they’re sitting a little below your breasts.

“What is it you want, Mikey?” You say just below a whisper, tilting your head.

“I want you.”

His voice is laced with confusion, like he feels ashamed to even admit such an obvious thing. He can’t help his boyish urges, it’s only biological & one can only take so much before it cracks.

His hands travel to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to reveal your bare stomach. He plays with your belly button piercing first, giving it a little kiss. He continues to drag his face along your skin, his breath hitching as he peppers kisses at the same time, his lips felt burning hot against you.

You drop your head back slightly at the feeling, muttering his name as your hands stay in his hair.

He leans away, starting to pull up your shirt slow & steady. He looks at you as if to earn your approval. You hum in agreement as you help him lift your shirt off, leaving you in your white laced bra, your t-shirt forgotten on the floor.

Michael gawks at your plumpy breasts, his eyes darting back & fourth from them to your face, as if he can’t believe you’re real. The fit was a little too small for you, so the tops were on the verge of falling out which didn’t help him.

You reach around as you begin to unclasp your bra, startling him.

He looked like a deer in headlights, about to freak out or something. You place one hand on his cheek, stroking him with your thumb.

“You wanna see them?” You ask, your voice wooing him deeper.

Michael nods slowly, looking a little ashamed. He can’t even utter the courage to physically say yes, like if he does he’d be struck down.

You return your hand to your clasp, undoing it completely. Your full, perky breasts fall free once the material falls, sitting neatly in-front of his face while your nipples stiffen up from your arousal.

Michael’s gawks at them, his lips slightly parted. He didn’t know what to do with this sweet piece of ass in front of him, he couldn’t handle it. He’s never seen a naked woman in front of him before. Sure, he’d seen them when he’d flip through Playboy magazines in secret before he met you, but never in person. He’d always feel guilty for simply looking, or for the way his cock would twitch.

“They’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, honey. You can feel them if you want.” You reply.

You take his hands, pulling them up & placing them on your breasts. You let his hands go, allowing him to get used to the feeling. He wastes no time in rubbing & squeezing them, his pupils blown out as he looks at you, completely enamoured.

You watch him come undone every second that passes, his body becoming less stiff, more fluid & relaxed. Finally, his mental restraint snaps. He holds one in his hand as he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your right nipple with a warm, gentle pull & a swirl of his tongue. The sudden shock of pleasure draws a breath from your lungs, making your thighs clench.

“Oh my god Michael—“

His other hand reaches up, rolling your hard nub between his fingers in time with each wet pull of his mouth. He continues this for a few minutes, completely fine with doing it for hours.

He releases you from his mouth with a wet pop as you push him back onto the mattress. His belt buckle rattles as you fiddle to get it open. You manage to slide it off in one motion, throwing it behind you. You undo his button next, inching him to lift his hips up so you can remove his pants.

Michael grows impatient as he scurries to help you push them down to his thighs until you take over & pull them off completely. You feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight of his cock standing tall under his white boxers, the outline & shape clear as day.

Honestly, you didn’t expect him to look as big as he does. You wonder how it will even fit inside of you. The way it swells makes you pout, feeling even more obliged to put him out of his misery by milking him dry.

“You sure you wanna do this baby? We can stop y’know.” You reassure him, running your hands up his prickly thighs.

“Please, I don’t care anymore. I need you, God I need you. It hurts to say no to you.” He practically whimpers the words, dragging a hand over one of your breasts.

You automatically bite your lip at his desperation, moving your hands to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head.

You grab the waistband of his boxers & start pulling them down slowly, his shaft revealing itself more & more the farther down they get. His cock springs free as soon as you get them completely off, slick pre-cum already pooling at the top of his head.

His cock was visibly perfect, his tip a deep mauve tone. Long veins were raised beneath the delicate skin, gently pulsating.

You feel Michael’s hand wrap around your hair, grabbing gently as he anticipates your mouth.

“Please, please—“ he begs.

You wrap your hand around the shaft, giving his tip a small kitten lick, lapping up his juices. The saltiness of his fluids made you hum, the vibrations sending him over the edge.

His body contracts the second your tongue touches him, lengthy groans ripping from his throat as he struggles to stay tame. One of his hands grips the sheets, his knuckles turning white as the other remains tangled in your hair.

You begin lowering your head, attempting to take him all in one go. Your nose grazes his pubic hair, his size causing soft gags to erupt from your throat.

“Ah—y-yes!” He cries, his eyes gradually making their way to the back of his head.

You couldn’t imagine how Michael must’ve been feeling right now, containing all that horniness for months only to get his cock sucked in the most vulgar way possible for the first time.

Trails of your saliva run down the sides of your mouth as you begin bobbing your head with a steady rhythm. You yourself were drunk, so keeping a rhythm & not sucking messily felt hard.

Michael’s hand guides your head up & down as if it has a mind of its own, not aware what he’s doing. He was too far gone, he’s entire body stiffened up from the intense pleasure you were giving him.

He opens his eyes as he rises his head up, looking at you worryingly.

“I feel something happening,” he warns as his abs start to clench. “If you stop now, it won’t count, right?” He barely manages to get the sentence out, his voice cracking.

You release him from your mouth with a pop, stroking him absentmindedly. You chuckle to yourself, he really thinks if you stop before he cums, this sinful act won’t count.

“It’s okay to want want me, Michael” You mewl.

He throws his head back on the sheets, accepting his defeat. His body still twitching as you stroke him.

You stand on your feet as you start to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down & off your feet. He sits up, sliding his hands across the hem of your lace panties before slowly pulling them down, watching the way your pussy reveals itself to him in awe.

Before you could do anything else, Michael presses his face into your glossy folds, holding your ass in place so you don’t fall.

A pornographic moan spills from your lips as you tip your head back, followed by your eyes. He moves his head down for a better angle, lapping & sucking up all your juices. His tongue swirls around your entrance, hitting your clit occasionally making you wince.

“More, please more—“

He flips you around onto the bed, immediately diving between your legs to continue feeding off you. You keep your legs open for him as he holds the backs, pushing them forward. He flattens his tongue against the bottom of your slit, dragging it all the way up with a groan. He continues doing that a few times for his own gain, sending you over the edge.

You pinch your eyes shut as you start to feel your thighs clench around nothing, a familiar sensation starting to grow in your lower belly.

“You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.” You moan out.

If anything, he speeds up. You tug at the sheets while the messy slurps from his drunken mouth bring you closer. Your breathing falls shallow, paired with little whimpers as the feeling grows stronger until it finally takes over you.

“Right there, y-yes, coming!”

Black spots cloud your vision, your thighs trembling in his grasp as the cord in your belly snaps. You’ve never came so hard in your life, it was almost painful.

Michael crawls on top of you like a cat as he brings you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips alone. You hold his face, his hands braced next to your head. You exhale as you feel his cock tap against your pussy, wanting to enter.

Michael moves himself up & down, his tip sliding against your slit beautifully. Both of you being so so wet makes the sliding easy, almost slipping in every now & then.

“Want it so bad, ma. Please say yes.” He whispers in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues dragging it along your slit.

“Take it baby, t’s all yours.”

You push his ass, slowly crowning his tip inside you. A bittersweet sting forms as he plunges himself deeper inside, every inch forcing a moan out of the both of you. You sling your hands around his shoulders, keeping your legs open as wide as possible in hopes he’ll fit completely.

“So—tight, God.” He breathes out, pushing the last inches inside.

Once he’s fully in, he’s already panting, the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him making him weak. He takes a minute to get used to the feeling before starting to move. A few seconds pass & he starts moving, dragging his cock fully out before plunging back in.

Your breasts move beneath him with each gentle thrust, making him latch mouth onto one momentarily, greedy to have every part of you at once. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly with precision every second, you honestly felt like you could cum at any moment if you let yourself.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s speeding up, the slick plaps of skin meeting skin starting to creep up the harder he goes. A sweet, foamy ring of white starts to form around the base of his cock with each thrust.

Michael would rather keep his eyes open to look at your pretty little face, yet he finds it very hard. His eyes are pressed shut, trying to hide from the sinful reality. His face dug into your neck as he mumbles gibberish to himself, completely pussy whipped.

“Feels—good Mikey, you feel so fucking good.” You say, your voice jumping from his searing thrusts.

You feel his tongue graze your neck as his mouth opens, attempting to respond but to no avail.

He continues snapping his hips into you, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly every-time. Not one second goes by where you don’t feel pleasure, it’s trapping you.

You feel him swell larger inside of you, knowing he must be close. He lifts himself up, holding your hips to push himself into you impossibly deeper.

“Fuck! Right there!” You cry out, the head of his cock abusing your sweet spot even more than before.

“I feel it, It’s coming,” He pants, his eyes practically watering as they stare at you for support.

You reach down to try & grab him, forgetting you weren’t wearing any protection.

“You have to pull out baby, can’t come inside.”

There’s no sense of urgency in your voice, you were too consumed & wrapped up in the feeling he was giving you. Part of you didn’t even care, all you knew was now.

Michael’s thrusts start to become sloppy & erratic, his release only seconds away as his body begins to stiffen up, his thighs shaking.

The sudden change in his thrusts caused you to cum again suddenly. Your walls strangle him as you cry into your hand. The neighbours never entered your mind once.

The tightness of your unexpected orgasm catches him off guard, tipping him over the edge.

“Fuck, m’ sorry, I’m sorry—“

His hips snap into you one last time before he freezes, his warm seed spilling inside of you, painting your walls. His body falls limp as he flops down onto your chest, drawing out a long singular strangled moan into your cleavage, followed by little high pitch whimpers. The sensation of him filling you up makes you whine, definitely one of your guilty pleasures.

After a few minutes of breaths being caught, he lifts his hips, pulling his flaccid length out of you. His thick white release drips out instantly, pooling between your ass. You watch the colour drain out of his face as he stares between your legs. He reaches forward, rubbing the fluid between his fingers.

“How do you feel about being a daddy?"

a/n: can you guys tell i've been in heat this week?