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yet, even with this shift in your relationship, you didn't lose the easy friendship you'd always shared. you still hung out just like you used to, but now there was a sweet buzz humming underneath everything. michael was always flirting with you, finding ways to make your face burn, and though you'd never admit it to him, you absolutely loved it.

in turn, you never passed up an opportunity to tease him back, watching with satisfaction as he blushed and shied away from your touch. those playful days turned into quiet nights, with michael dragging you out on late-night walks around the neighbourhood. you'd walk hand-in-hand, your shoulders brushing, talking about everything and nothing until your eyes grew heavy.

it made you feel closer to him than you'd ever been before.

the change happened so easily it almost surprised you, but if you were being honest, neither of you wanted to slow it down.

and it wasn't that you guys wanted to keep secrets or didn't want anyone to find out about you two. you just really wanted to keep this to yourselves for a while. you wanted the space to figure things out and enjoy the bubble of being together without any outside noise.

these days, the two of you had gotten pretty good at sneaking around. hayvenhurst was always buzzing with his family, which only made it more exciting.

michael would catch your eye from across the room, giving you a knowing look before slipping away. a few minutes later, you’d follow, only to be gently yanked into a dark linen closet or the narrow space beneath the back stairs.

his hands would immediately find your waist, dragging you flush against him before his mouth hungrily found yours. he’d hold you there, smiling against your lips as someone's footsteps passed just outside the door.

but it wasn't just the stolen kisses.

the two of you had recently started exploring whatever this was becoming. you still hadn't gone all the way yet — there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you wanted to rush it — but michael was eager, and somewhere along the way, he’d discovered just how much he loved making you feel good.

turns out, michael was a giver.

more than that, he was devoted to figuring out every single inch of you. he loved to kiss you — it was his favourite thing in the world, the way he'd lose himself in your mouth for hours — but he was just as obsessed with taking his time between your legs.

you couldn't even count how many times he’d ended up on his knees at the edge of his bed, his large hands pinning your thighs wide open while he buried his face in you.

he was an eater, plain and simple.

he’d spend hours down there, his tongue tracing your folds and sucking on your clit until your hips were bucking against the mattress and your throat was raw from trying to muffle your screams. he loved the taste of you, loved the drag of his tongue over your pussy. he’d stay down there until you were nothing but a trembling mess beneath him.

it had changed the way you looked at him. whenever you saw him working, all you could think about was the way he looked with his chin wet and his hair messy, looking up at you from between your thighs with those wide doe eyes, asking if he could do it again.

today was a day like no other. the heat at the hayvenhurst pool was buzzing with noise, music drifted across the patio, while his siblings were splashing and shouting over a game of... you actually weren't even sure what they were playing because your focus was on michael, and his was on you.

you’d been sitting on the edge, kicking your legs in the water. every time you looked up, you caught him watching you from his chair. he wasn't even trying to hide it.

his eyes would trail down the line of your swimsuit. whenever your eyes locked, he'd offer you a sly smile that made your stomach flip.

when you finally stood up and complained about the sun getting too hot, wanting to go inside to cool down. michael immediately stood up, saying he’ll accompany you.

you walked back toward the house together, your feet padding on the warm concrete patio before stepping onto the cool tile at the back entrance. the sudden blast of the air conditioning hit your damp skin, making you goosebump instantly. michael guided you up the stairs, the muffled shouts of his brothers fading more and more with every step you took toward his bedroom.

once you reached his door, he pushed it open and let you slip inside first, letting it click shut behind him.

you tossed your damp towel onto the chair by his desk, looking around with a grin. "thought you said you cleaned in here, mike. what's this?" you pointed to a messy pile of vinyl records and a couple of stray button-down shirts draped over his dresser.

michael scoffed, walking over with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "i did clean. that's... an organized system. i know exactly where everything is."

"sure you do," you teased, picking up a stray pillow from his armchair and tossing it lightly at his chest. "your socks are trying to escape from that bottom drawer, by the way."

he caught the pillow easily, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face. "hey, don't start. you're a guest in my room, you’re supposed t'be on your best behaviour."

"and if i'm not?" you challenged, crossing your arms.

michael tossed the pillow onto the bed and took a slow step toward you, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "then i might have t’kick you out. send y'right back outside. throw y'in the pool, maybe?"

"you wouldn't," you laughed, keeping your eyes on his as you made a move to dodge around him toward the door.

but michael was too quick. with a quiet laugh, he stepped right into your path, his large hands catching your waist and steering you backward until your spine met the solid wood of his bedroom door.

he caged you in, his palms flat against the door on either side of your head. for a moment, you just stared at each other, both of you smiling, your breaths mingling in the quiet space. his eyes were bright and crinkling at the corners, before his gaze drifted down to your mouth.

the smile faded from his lips as he leaned in, pressing his mouth to yours. it was slow and sensual, his lips soft. it made your knees go weak. he tasted faintly of the soda he’d been drinking by the pool.

when he broke the kiss, he didn't pull back far. his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your cheek.

"that swimsuit you're wearin'... 's unfair," he murmured, his voice low and raspy.

you bit your cheek with a tilt to your head, your hands finding his chest. "you don't like it?"

he shook his head.

"the opposite," he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips before his eyes trailed down your body. "you... y'look so beautiful. the colour looks so good against your skin, an' the way it fits you..."

“yeah?” you said so softly, with such a need in your voice that it almost came off as a moan to the boy in front of you. his cock throbbed — hard already, leaking and needy.

the slightest traces of a moan in your throat is what told him that this teasing was no longer innocent.

he nodded. his fingers gently hooked into the side strap at your hip, tracing the soft curve. his skin was still warm from the sun, making you shiver against the cool air of the bedroom.

his fingers tugged the elastic of your suit just a little bit, exposing a paler line of skin that hadn't been touched by the sun. he stared down at it, his lower lip disappearing between his teeth.

you swallowed, your fingers tightening in the skin of his bare shoulders to keep your balance. "michael..."

"mhm?" he murmured, his gaze slowly climbing back up your body, lingering on your chest before finally meeting your eyes. his other hand reached up, his thumb slowly tracing your lower lip, parting it just enough to feel the warmth of your breath. "what is it, baby?"

god. you could never get used to him calling you that.

"should we head back?" you whispered, mentally kicking yourself the second the words left your mouth.

michael let out a quiet chuckle, his thigh parting your legs and resting between them. "what are we in a rush for? we got time."

he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his lips were soft against your skin, pressing a line of kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. you let your head fall back against the door, a soft sigh escaping your lips. your hands slid down his smooth back, feeling the muscles of his shoulders tense under your touch as he let out a low groan against your neck.

"y’taste like the sun," he mumbled, his teeth gently grazing the soft skin right where your neck met your shoulder, making a shiver run down your spine. "so sweet.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you again, his eyes heavy as his hand slid up from your hip, his palm flat against your ribs, feeling the quick beating of your heart.

“so pretty," he whispered, his voice raspy with that tone you'd grown so addicted to over the last few weeks.

he closed the tiny distance between you.

the kiss was so soft and so tender. his lips pressed against yours with a sweetness that felt like a confession, filled with all the heavy words he hadn't actually said out loud yet. there was no rush, no urgency — just the gentle drag of his mouth on yours, tasting you so slowly it made your chest ache. it was the kind of kiss that made you feel cherished, like you were the only thing in his entire world.

your heart swelled, a soft sigh slipping into his mouth as your fingers curled into his shoulders, completely melting into him.

his gaze flickered downward again, and you felt the burning heat of his stare focus on your chest. with the cool air conditioning blowing directly on you, your nipples were hard, poking visibly through the fabric.

michael swallowed, his breathing going shallow. you could see the desire in his eyes — he looked spellbound, like he was looking at something precious.

you felt a rush of confidence, a quiet thrill at seeing him so affected. you looked down at your chest, then back up to meet his gaze.

"you wanna see them?" you whispered.

the question seemed to catch in his throat. michael's breath hitched before a low sound escaped him. he nodded, his hand on your waist tightening.

"please," he breathed. "yes, please."

your hands left his shoulders, reaching behind your neck to undo the thin strings of your top. with a slow tug, the knot slipped free, and you let the fabric fall away to the floor, baring your breasts to him for the very first time.

michael bit his lip, his head tilting back slightly as if he couldn't even believe what he was looking at.

he didn't immediately touch you. he just stared, his eyes dark and blown out. the adoration on his face made your heart do backflips.

"gosh," he whispered, his voice trembling. "you're... you're a dream."

his hand, still wrapped around your waist, slid higher. his touch was tentative as his thumb lightly grazed the very bottom curve of your breast.

you reached down to cover his hand with your own. you guided his palm higher, lifting it until his hand was fully cupping your breast.

michael let out a shaky breath, his fingers curling to map the shape of you. his thumb brushed over your nipple, and a gasp left your lips at the direct contact. the heat of his skin against yours was electric.

your hands gripped his shoulders as his thumbs gently rolled and pinched your nipples, sending sharp jolts straight down to your core. you arched your back, pressing yourself deeper into his hands, unable to hold back the soft whimpers slipping past your lips.

michael groaned at the sound.

"can i...?" he whispered, and you nodded immediately, not even letting him finish his sentence.

his head dipped down, pressing kisses along your collarbone before his mouth finally found one of your aching breasts. he swiped his wet tongue over the nipple first, making you shiver, before he fully took you into his mouth.

he dragged his tongue over the peak, swirling it lazily before pulling your nipple between his teeth, grazing it just enough to make your hips twitch against his thigh. his hand stayed busy on your other breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple between his fingers in sync with his mouth.

your hands push his damp hair out of his face, looking at where your flesh was sucked into his mouth. your jaw slacked.

his pretty face was flushed, and his eyes had fluttered closed as he got lost in the feeling of your tits in his face and in his hands. his tongue worked eagerly, flicking over your nipple while his free hand tweaked at the other.

your skin was slicked and wet with saliva, raised into goosebumps from the cold air he would blow onto it after a lick. it was an intoxicating sight, one that you would keep in your conscious forever to use whenever you needed him most.

your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer as your head rested back against the door. "michael... oh fuck, michael... please"

he pulled his mouth away, the suction releasing from your wet nipple with a soft pop. "what do y'need?"

you choked on your words, having to swallow as you tried to find what to say, “just… more.”

his lips tilted into a smile as he stood back up, looming over you. he looked down at you with his eyes full of desire, lips glossed with saliva, and his hair messed from your hands.

it was bound to drag a reaction out of you.

and a reaction it did.

your hips were now in line with his and you were met with the hard of his cock pressing right into where you need it the most.

through his swim trunks, and your bikini bottoms, you felt the twitch of him against your cunt. you gasped in response.

“tell me,” he said, looking into your eyes.

but he seemed to already know what you want. he ground himself into the soft of your cunt, pressing the length of his cock right against your clit.

“oh shit, michael,” your eyes rolled back and you felt yourself melt against the door, hips coming back down shakily as the pleasure overwhelmed your body, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

he was so hard. he was so fucking hard that you could feel every throb of him against you.

you tried to tell him, tried to make yourself clear, but it came out sounding pathetic; broken apart with gasps and moans, “‘want— oh fuck— i want you… want you inside me.”

michael brought his head low, leaning down until his lips were teasing yours, "that what you want?"

truthfully, michael didn't even know where this confidence of his was coming from. his chest was tight and his heart was hammering so hard he was sure you could hear it.

you whined, your hips twitching underneath him. "god, yeah— yes, please," you squirmed, your hands grabbing aimlessly at his back.

your body was tingling, wired from his touch. michael’s hands slid down to grab the undersides of your thighs, lifting you up against the door.

you didn't even have to think; you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. his swim trunks were rough against your bare thighs. michael held you tight, his fingers gripping your ass to support your weight as he carried you a few paces over to his bed.

he let you down onto the mattress, his touch gentle as your back met the cool sheets. he was already crawling over you as soon as he placed you down, his bare chest hovering inches from yours as he settled himself between your thighs.

his chest hovered inches over yours, and as he looked down at you, the intensity in his eyes softened.

michael bit his lower lip nervously, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair away from your forehead. his hand was slightly trembling against your skin.

"are you sure?" he whispered, his voice soft. "i want this to be perfect f'you."

"yeah," you breathed, your voice steady despite the frantic pounding of your heart. you reached up, placing your hand over his cheek. "never been more sure. do... do you want to?"

michael let out a shaky breath, a small smile breaking through his anxious expression. he nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. "more than anything. 'm just… a little nervous 'm gonna do somethin' wrong."

his tone made your chest ache with affection. you tried to bite back your smile, a bubbly laugh building up in your chest.

"'s okay," you teased, your voice shaking a little as you tried to hold in your giggle. "we're just practicing."

it really was just a lame joke, a reference to your stupid excuse, but michael laughed anyway, rolling his eyes. "oh, shush," he murmured, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.

he stayed there for a beat, staring into your eyes, both of you biting back giddy smiles as the weight of the nerves started to melt into something comfortable.

"one second," he murmured suddenly.

before you could even ask, he scrambled off the bed, his feet padding quickly across the floor as he slipped out the bedroom door, leaving it open just a crack.

the sudden absence of his heat left you feeling incredibly exposed. you sat up slightly, looking down at your bare breasts and your bikini bottoms, your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. the anticipation made your stomach do nervous flips until you finally heard the frantic thud of his feet running back across the floor, getting louder as he got closer.

michael burst back into the room, slightly out of breath, a small square foil packet clutched in his palm.

a hot flush instantly crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the sight. "where'd you get that?" you laughed.

michael climbed back onto the mattress, a sheepish, boyish grin spreading across his face as he ducked his head. "jackie's room," he confessed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "i knew he kept a stash in there somewhere."

"ew, michael!" you let out a groan, hiding your face in your hands.

he laughed at your reaction as he crawled right back over you. your hands came down from your face as you lay back against the pillows, matching his smile.

he gave you another small peck to the lips before kissing down your neck, nipping occasionally to feel your body twitch against his, licking through the valley of your breasts, biting at the soft skin of your stomach, teasing the line of your bikini bottoms with his tongue, and eventually pulling the waistband down your thighs and sliding them off your legs.

his hand wrapped around your ankles and dragged you slightly along the soft sheets until your legs dangled off the side. you gasped softly when you felt his breath wisp along the inside of it, watching him carefully as he brought his lips to the flat bone of the interior and kissed the skin softly.

your stomach turned.

the sensation felt foreign but kinda good. each press of his lips and bite of his teeth as he made his way up to your leg had your heart racing.

"you're so pretty," he said quietly, his eyes still locked on the pretty mound between your legs.

"keep your legs spread f'me, okay?"

and despite your embarrassment, you nodded.

with his hand resting against the back of your thigh, pushing your legs up, his thumb found its way to your clit and pressed softly. your body twitched, jerking against his hand while your legs trembled.

your hand clasped over your mouth. he teased softly, rubbing gentle circles against you, watching the way your pussy gave under the pressure of his thumb.

your hand was still over your mouth as you looked down to look at him. and fuck. he knelt before you so prettily, with his hair framing his face as his arms toyed with your body, and his hips slightly grinding against the side of the bed.

his other hand released your leg, and you obediently kept yourself open for him.

he adjusted his hand, his palm splaying over your navel to give his fingers room to drag across your slit.

and then he brought his face down and dragged his tongue through you.

you inhaled sharply at the sensation. his tongue was so hot and so wet as it dragged over your body and dipped inside you and licked over your cunt.

you let out the shakiest and most pathetic moan you believe has ever come out of your mouth as you felt him fuck his tongue inside you, and he groaned against your body as he felt your pussy squeeze around his tongue and leak onto his taste buds.

he’ll never get over the taste of you.

his hair tickled at your skin as he drank you down. his hand gripped your thigh with such frenzy that it gave under the pressure of his fingers.

his mouth closed over you and worked to devour you, sucking and licking at the fat of your pussy and the nub of your clit.

it was all tongue and lips, all sloppy and wet as he enthusiastically made out with the most intimate parts of you. 

he had you crying out his name, choking out choppy moans, gripping the sheets until your knuckles ached. your hips fucked upwards, trying to take his tongue deeper. your thighs pushed down into the muscle of his shoulders as your legs twitched with every lick.

"so wet" he murmured against your skin before taking another taste of you.

he pushed against the back of your knees, lifting your backside off the mattress and folding you under yourself to give him room to shove his tongue inside you as deep as he could.

"o-oh, god, michael—fuck—how are you so good at that?" you whined shakily.

you felt him groan, rather than hearing him, the vibrations humming through to your clit, tearing another moan from your throat.

michael almost came at the sound of your voice cutting off as you felt one of his long, nimble fingers sliding inside you.

he clenched his jaw to stifle a groan for every time your tight little cunt squeezed around the length of his finger. every ridge and divot inside you had his head swimming with the fantasy of how they’ll feel around the thick of his dick, and he almost blacked out when he realized that he was no longer fingering you solely for your pleasure, but also doing so to stretch you out and make room for him as well.

you sat back on your elbows, and a whimper slipped out of you when you were met with the sight of him between your legs, hypnotized by the sight of of your pussy being stretched open by his fingers, his fingers covered in a sheen of your arousal every time he pulled them out and shoved them back in.

the desperate whines and whimpers that were leaving your lips slowly turned into sobs that were broken off with gasps.

"fuck, michael— i-'m gonna— oh fuck." your eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into the sheets while the other flew to his hair. your body tensed, the coil in your stomach growing tighter, begging to be released.

"c'mon, sweet girl. lemme feel it," he begged, lifting his head from your pussy to watch your face twist as you fell apart inside out.

your fingers pushed against his head, pushing his head back down to your cunt. and michael took it, letting out a deep groan.

"o-oh, god, don't stop, please don't stop," you pleaded.

micheal felt your pussy flutter around his fingers "are you cummi— oh god, you're cumming," and then he brought his mouth back down, drinking in what you were giving him.

sobs were forced out of your throat as your fingers curled back into the sheets, sending powerful waves of pleasure up through your veins until it exploded in your head and fireworks burst behind your squeezed eyes.

michael watched you carefully, tongue still tasting you, admiring your face as you broke for him. your beautiful face, contorted with the pleasure that he gave you, and your beautiful body, visible proof of just how ruined you are.

you sat up weakly as you came down from your orgasm. he had a sheepish smile on his face as he looked at you, his mouth and chin glossed with your arousal.

you reached for his swim trunks, fingers hooking onto the waistband as you pulled him closer to you. you slid back on his bed to his pillows as he hovered back over you.

"this okay?" you asked softly.

"y-yeah," he whispered. your hands tugged at the drawstring of his trunks, loosening them.

his thick cock sprang free, throbbing and fully upright, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. you swallowed hard at the sight of him, your stomach doing a nervous little flip.

he reached over to the nightstand, his trembling fingers tearing open the foil packet he’d snatched from jackie’s room. he struggled with it for a second, his nerves making him clumsy, which made you let out a soft giggle.

"don't laugh," he mumbled, "'m already nervous enough." he finally rolled it over his length. but he was smiling too, his eyes soft as he looked back down at you.

with slightly shaky hands, he wrapped his fingers around his length, sighing as he pumped his dick a few times, getting used to the snug fit of the rubber.

he settled his weight between your legs, his knees forcing your thighs wide as he leaned down. "tell me to stop if it hurts, okay? please," he whispered, his eyes so serious as he waited, refusing to make another move until you gave him a small, reassuring nod.

"okay," you breathed.

he let out a shaky exhale.

slowly, he nudged his tip against your wetness, slowly gliding his dick up and down your slit. he stroked his length against your opening, coating the condom in your slick over and over until you were gasping from the stimulation of it.

he bit his lip in concentration as he lined the head of his cock directly up with your entrance and finally gave a push.

the moment he began to enter, your eyes squeezed shut and a sharp gasp caught in your throat. a deep, burning ache bloomed inside you from the intense stretch.

"you okay?" he murmured, his voice strained as he watched your expression closely, searching every twitch of your face.

you opened your eyes to look at him as you nodded, your chest heaving. he had his jaw clenched tight. your pussy was hugging him so tight that he had to concentrate literally anywhere else, trying desperately not to cum right then and there.

"you're... you're so tight," he choked out, his voice cracking as he felt your cunt clench around him at his words.

even though it was only the head of his dick pushing past your opening, it felt like you were being split in half.

trying to ease the ache for you, his thumb reached down to find your swollen clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive nub to distract you from the fullness. you let out a broken whine, your hips twitching under his hand as the pressure started to melt the sharp burn into pleasure.

sensing your body yield, he slid another inch deeper. your walls stretched to accommodate him, squeezing him so tightly it made him let out a low groan. he pulled back just a fraction, drawing out before pushing in another inch, slowly paving his way inside you and fuck, it felt so good.

you only come to realize that his hips were flush with yours when you were pulled out of your haze by a whimper that reached your ears as michael's head dropped into the crook of your neck.

"“you’re… you’re inside me…” you breathe, your voice saturated with awe.

"y-yeah— i am— oh god. i'm inside you." he sat back on his calves just enough to see where you two connected.

he acted involuntarily, slowly tilting his hips back and forth, watching his cock slip in and out of you.

"michael," you whined, face burning from him staring so shamelessly. "it feels... feel so full. oh—" you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as your hand reached shakily to feel where his dick split you open.

"s-shit, feel like you're in my lungs," you said, and he let out a huff of a laugh.

"does it still feel okay?" he asked gently.

"yeah, feels different... but feels good." you ground your hips against him, trying to get used to the feeling.

"s-should i move?" he tried so hard to come off casual, like he wasn't dying to just fuck up into you, but he wanted you to be comfortable.

michael let out a shaky breath when you nodded, and slowly, he began to move.

he started with shallow, tentative thrusts, his hips rolling as he worked himself against your gummy walls.

it felt incredibly sweet, almost like he was trying to memorize the feel of you as he took his time, sinking all the way in before slowly drawing back out to the very tip. he leaned down to press soft, lingering kisses to your jaw and the corner of your mouth, his hands tangling in yours on the mattress.

"wanna kiss you," you spoke quietly, reaching up to take hold of his face.

michael’s chest swelled as he gave in easily, leaning over your body, dropping to his forearms to softly take your lips in his in a tender kiss.

with every slow slide out and push back in, a messy, squelching sound echoed between your thighs. you let out a broken whimper, your hands clutching at his damp shoulders as your hips rose to meet him.

"m-michael," you gasped, your head rolling back against the pillows.

he really did try to go slow, but his breath went ragged at your voice, jerking once into you, his pace quickening. he began to push deeper, and with one particularly deep drive, his cock slammed right against that sensitive spongy spot inside of you.

your entire body stiffened. a sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight to your core, and a loud cry was ripped from your throat. you arched off the mattress, your thighs clamping tight around his hips.

"oh god—right there—michael, please," you sobbed, your fingers digging bruisingly into his back.

michael let out a pathetic whimper at the sound of your voice. he didn't try to hold back anymore. he began to slam into you with a frantic rhythm, his hips grinding against yours messily.

he felt everything as the walls of your cunt throbbed around him, sucking him in and squeezing him base to tip like you were trying to milk him.

"god, you're— you're squeezing me so hard," he choked out, his voice cracking. his face was flushed a deep red, his hair sticking to his face where it framed it. "'m gonna— oh— 'm gonna cum, baby, i can't—"

"cum for me, please, baby," you breathed, your own climax coil tightening so fast you could barely breathe.

he hit that spongy spot again and again, his deep thrusts sending you over the edge. your walls clamped down on him in squeezing ripples.

"i-i love you," he gasped out, voice broken. "god, i love y'so much. 'm gonna marry you."

you fell apart at the desperate promise of his words, sobbing his name into the quiet room as the white-hot waves of your orgasm washed over you.

the crushing grip of your climax was the final straw for michael. he let out a loud, shattered groan, his eyes rolling back as his hips locked hard against yours. he buried his head in your neck, his body shaking as he spent himself inside the condom, his cock twitching and throbbing deeply inside you as he poured everything into you.

he remained buried deep inside you, his chest rising and falling against your breasts as his breathing slowly began to level out. the quiet of the bedroom returned, save for the hum of the air conditioner.

suddenly, the weight of what he'd said in the heat of the moment seemed to crash down on him.

michael buried his face even deeper into the crook of your neck, his shoulders tensing up.

he hid his face from you, hiding his flushed cheeks and panicked eyes against your skin. he was quiet, so quiet that you could feel the anxious, rapid thudding of his heart right against your ribs. he was terrified that he'd said too much, too fast, and desperately hoping that the loud haze of your orgasm had somehow drowned out him pouring his soul to you.

"michael?" you whispered, your voice still incredibly soft and raspy as you came down from the high.

he didn't look up, just let out a small, muffled sound against your shoulder.

you reached up, your hands gentle as your fingers slid into his damp curls, cradling his head. you slowly guided his face up, forcing him to look at you. when his eyes finally met yours, his pretty face was burning a deep red, and his lower lip was tucked between his teeth.

"'m... god, 'm so sorry," he stammered. "i shouldn't have... i didn't mean to just blurt out things like that, i know 's fast, i just—"

"michael," you interrupted softly, a tender smile pulling at your lips. you stroked your thumbs over his high cheekbones. "i love you too."

his entire body went slack, the panic in his shoulders melting away in an instant. he stared down at you, his eyes wide and shiny, searchingly looking over every inch of your face to see if you really meant it.

"you do?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, as if he couldn't quite believe the words had actually come out of your mouth.

you nodded, your smile widening as you watched the relief wash over his face. a massive, giddy smile broke across his lips — one he tried so hard to bite back but failed miserably, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink.

he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, sweet kiss that tasted like pure happiness. when he pulled back just an inch, his eyes were beaming.

"i know we basically did this all backwards," he murmured, his thumb gently tracing your jaw, his voice incredibly tender. "but... will y'let me be your boyfriend? please?"

you couldn't help but laugh softly at how sweet he was, your heart melting. "of course, michael. you can be my boyfriend."

"so we're boyfriend an' girlfriend now?" he asked, his voice full of wonder, like he'd just won the lottery.

you nodded enthusiastically, making him let out another of those beautiful, breathless giggles. he buried his face in your shoulder for a second, just shaking with pure joy, completely on cloud nine as he held you tight against him.

he let out a long, contented sigh. he carefully rolled off you, tying up and discarding the condom, then immediately coming back and pulling you right against his side so your head rested on his chest.

his fingers began to mindlessly stroke up and down your bare arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he'd occasionally lean down to press soft pecks to the top of your head, your forehead, and your nose, completely doting on you like he couldn't get enough of you.

after a few minutes of just holding each other, the quiet hum of the bedroom was suddenly broken by a repeating clacking sound.

michael blinked, looking toward the window. it sounded like something was hitting the side of the house. he frowned, carefully rolling off the mattress and walking toward the glass to see what it was.

the bedroom window was slightly open, just enough to let the summer air drift inside.

michael pushed the window open a bit more, leaning out slightly as he looked down. standing right by the edge of the grass was jermaine, holding a handful of tiny rocks. he leaned back, raising an eyebrow with a knowing smirk the second he saw michael's head pop out.

"you two lovebirds done?" jermaine called up, his voice loud and clear.

michael froze, the color instantly draining from his face. "w-what?" he stammered.

marlon walked into view next to jermaine, snickering loudly as he pointed a thumb right up at the window. "mike, next time, maybe close your window."

a deep flush instantly painted itself across your and michael's face, his eyes going wide as saucers as he turned to you, exchanging a panicked look.

you two had some explaining to do.

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ngl any time i type bikini bottoms im just thinking of spongebob

anyways i think im wrapping the series here, however, im kinda (heavy on kinda) open to having lil drabbles in the future abt these two bc i have attachment issues and prob will not be able to let them go</3

thanks for reading ily