Baby

♡ yearning

♡ domestic moments

♡ hurt/comfort

♡ being loved a little too much

requests are open, so feel free to send me prompts and ideas!

i’m just a girl with a pink aesthetic and an unhealthy attachment to a man who hasn’t released an album in decades.

Sometimes, Michael couldn’t help himself. When you were out, or he was alone in the studio, he would take his weeping cock out of his pants, wrap his hand around it and stroke himself until completion. You were inexperienced, and not ready to take things physical yet. And while he was understanding and respected your pace, his cock still throbbed in his pants sometimes.

You had been on a girls trip with friends, and weren’t supposed to come home until late at night. He used that opportunity, sitting on the couch, slumped against the cushions. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his pants entirely, just enough so he could pull out his hard length and wrap his fist around it.

A sheen layer of sweat sat over his lip, his eyes shut and brows raised in bliss as he made up imaginations of you inside his brain. He saw you kneeling before him, mouthing at his fat tip with that cute overwhelmed expression you had anytime you explored something new with him. His legs were spread wide, and he felt a tiny sense of guilt for fantasizing about you in such a lewd way.

But he couldn’t control it. He was just a man who loved you after all. Of course he stole a glance whenever you bent over in your little sleeping shorts, trying to find a seasoning hidden deep in the cabinet. Michael was just being slick with it, averting his eyes to his cup when you turned around with a smile of success, holding onto whatever you were searching for.

He would hate himself for making you feel uncomfortable, so he put your needs first, and his second.

So maybe that’s why, when you had opened the front door, and closed it behind you with a soft thud, he hadn’t noticed. His heavy breathing and grunting filling the space of the living room.

It reached your ears, and the first feeling you had was concern. You thought that maybe he had hurt himself. You kicked off your shoes and hurried to the living room. But the sight you were met with definitely didn’t live up to your expectations.

He sat there, his head thrown back into the cushions, hair sticking to his forehead and sprawling out around him beautifully. His brows were furrowed, eyes closed, and his bobbing adams apple on full display. His rough lips were parted, letting out moans and heavy breaths.

But then your eyes dropped to his crotch.

His hardened length was dripping beneath his long fingers as he tugged his foreskin up and down in a steady rhythm.

Your eyes widened, and you covered them with your hand, a small yelp of surprise escaping you.

His eyes shot open, and his hand stilled upon hearing the sound of your voice. His chest rose up and down quickly, breathing through his nose now as he watched you standing in the doorway. You wore cute, pink little sweatshorts with a matching top. He bit his lip, before smiling and lifting a hand to his brow.

“Baby?” he asked, rubbing his fingers along his brow, “What are you doing here?”

You didn’t lower the hand over your eyes, a blush spreading on your face as Michael started getting a little flustered. He opted from circling his fingers around his dick to covering it with them, not being able to fully do so with just one hand.

“Uhm,” you stammered, turning your head sideways, “one of the girls got a headache, so uh, we decided to leave a bit early”

“Oh,” he nodded, biting his lip a bit, “Can you look at me?”

You hesitated.

“Is it – are you? I mean, are you wearing clothes?”

He couldn’t stop himself from breathing out a laugh.

“Kinda?”

You dared to peek at him through your fingers, only to find him barely covering himself with his hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you would be home for another few hours baby”

You kept looking through your fingers, your brows scrunching together a bit. He moved his hand away, and started pulling his pants back on, but as you saw his bare length, hard and thick, something inside you changed.

“Wait” you said, the word leaving you faster than intended.

He froze, tilting his head in your direction. You finally lowered your hand, not sure were to look at. Your gaze fell on his face, then down to his cock, before quickly searching the room for a distraction. He wasn’t sure what your reaction meant, but he settled into the couch a little more comfortably again.

“You can look baby, it’s okay”

Your eyes widened.

“Michael”

“What,” he shrugged, giving you a warm smile, “I can tell you’re trying very hard not to, you don’t have to do that”

You bit your lip, but still didn’t allow yourself to stare at him. It was the first time to see him like that. You only saw him shirtless, but never exposed like this.

“C’mere, let’s talk”

You gulped slowly, before walking over to the sofa, sitting on the opposite end of where he was, hugging your knees to your chest and still avoiding his gaze.

“You want to just forget about this and watch a movie?” his tone was gentle, though it carried the tiniest hint of hope. Hope that you would deny his offer.

Your eyes finally met his, and you gave a small head shake to him.

“I-I’m curious, Mikey” you started, your voice barely above a whisper, “can I see what you did earlier…?”

He wet his lips, gliding his gaze over your body once, his cock twitching upward a little at your request. A look of surprise crossed your face as you saw it. You were so clueless about the male body, and if you were being honest, about your own body too.

“Are you sure? I’m okay, baby”

You nodded, meeting his round eyes.

Michael hesitantly wrapped his fingers around his dick again, just holding it. You wanted to stare so badly, but felt shy to do so. While he was the one sitting exposed before you, your shyness overpowered.

“I have a question” your voice came out small, and your ears were heating up.

“Go ahead, baby girl” he said, beginning to move his hand slowly, revealing the blushing tip to you. A warm feeling stirred low in your belly, and you found yourself not able to look away from him now.

“Mmh…, do you do this, like, often?”

Michael chuckled a little before answering.

“Sometimes,” he said, “when you’re out or I’m at the studio”

His breathing picked up slightly, matching the pace of his hand.

“A-and,” you stopped yourself, feeling embarrassed to ask the question burning on your tongue.

Michael laid his head back into the cushions, tilting his face into your direction. Having you sit innocently beside him was so much better than the images he made up in his head. Even though you weren’t doing anything explicit, the mere sight of your flushed face before him was enough. He let out a deep groan.

“Ask, baby. There is no need to be shy, you hear me?”

You took a deep breath.

“What do you… think about?”

Michael gave you a lazy smile, a strand of hair sticking to the side of his face.

“You”

You froze for a second.

“…Me?” you asked, searching his face with your eyes, “Like?”

He briefly closed his eyes, a little grunt spilling from his throat as the earlier images crept into his brain.

“Wanna know what I imagined before you barged in?”

You nodded, a little too eagerly for your liking. Your heart pounded strongly in your chest.

“Thought ‘bout you on your knees baby,” he breathed, staring at your bare legs, and stopping right above the seams of your white socks.

“How it would be like if you kiss my cock,”

You winced at his choice of words, but he ignored it.

“Imagined that cute, overwhelmed expression on your face” his breathing was heavier than before, and his stare on you was hot. He pointed to your face with his free hand.

“There, exactly that one, god”

You bit your lip, and squeezed your thighs together a little, trying to ease the ache between them.

“Come a bit closer, please” he almost moaned, his eyes begging. You watched his hand moving up and down, twisting his wrist a bit as he reached the top, before scooting a bit closer.

Michael’s large hand wrapped around your ankle firmly, squeezing and rubbing the skin there to ground himself. The sounds that left his lips stirred a new feeling inside of you, a deep ache in your core. You didn’t know how to ease it, and it felt overwhelming.

“Michael, I,” you wanted to express the feeling that you couldn’t order into a category, but didn’t know how to. The fingers burying into your skin felt reassuring, though they left you antsy. Shifting in your position, and rubbing your legs together subtly. Of course you knew that tingling feeling it gave you, but you had always felt it on accident, never trying to chase it.

“What’s the matter baby, tell me” he breathed, his hand stroking faster.

“I don’t know” you whispered, feeling overwhelmed, “I feel like wanting something, but I can’t put into words what it is”

Michael nodded, he noticed you rubbing and squeezing your thighs together.

“Does the feeling ease when you rub your legs against each other like that, baby?”

His words left your eyes to widen, feeling caught. Your cheeks were burning, embarrassment flooding through you. But that feeling of want was stronger.

“A little” your voice came out so small he barely overheard it.

He stilled his movements on his cock, exhaling deeply.

“Baby,” he started, scooting a little closer to you, “do you ever touch yourself when you’re alone?”

You weren’t dumb, you knew what he was referring to, but you still wanted to be a hundred percent sure, just for the small chance he had a different meaning.

“Touch… where?”

His expression stayed serious, and his voice came out dark as he spoke.

“Between your legs”

Your fingers began absentmindedly fidgeting, rubbing against each other and tugging at your nails carefully.

“No” you whispered, taking in his surprised expression.

“Never? Not alone?”

You shook your head, a shy smile pulling at your lips.

He groaned a little, his thumb continuing to rub circles into your overheated skin.

“I can’t believe it” he mumbled to himself, agonized that you had never felt the pleasures of exploring your own body. His eyes found yours carefully, and he stared into them intensely.

“You want to ease the ache, baby?”

You were surprised, wondering how he knew it was literally aching, but maybe that was just your inexperience talking. You gave him a hesitant nod, unsure of the meaning behind his question.

“Sit over there” he said, gesturing to the corner of the couch that you had sat in earlier. You did, leaning your back against the cushions, sitting down sideways. Michael stood, pulling off his pants entirely. His cock hung heavy between his legs, throbbing, aching to be touched. But to Michael, you came first. He took a seat before your feet, as you were still hugging your legs close to your body.

He radiated this new energy off of him, luring you in. you wanted him closer, wanted to bury your head into his neck and be held by him. But you waited patiently for what he was about to do next.

“Can you take off your shorts?”

You blinked at him a few times.

“Not your panties, just the shorts” he clarified.

Your fingers moved to the hem of the pink fabric slowly, unsure in your doing, before hooking underneath it and awkwardly sliding them off.

“Good, now spread your legs a little for me”

A look of horror crossed your face.

“Spread?” you whispered, feeling a bit insecure.

He nodded without hesitation.

“You’re still wearing your panties baby, don’t worry, I won’t bite” he smiled.

You let go of your legs, unsure of what to do with your hands now. You spread them just a little, carefully, but enough for Michael to see the damp spot that had formed on the pink cotton. He sighed, his cock stirring in it’s wake.

You noticed, and felt a sudden wave of shame rush through you, moving to close your legs a little again. But Michael was quick to stop you, placing a hand on your knee, holding them open.

“It’s okay baby, I like it” he said, his stare on your clothed pussy hot.

“Can you touch yourself for me?” he asked, but you shook your head.

“I don’t know how” you mumbled, slinging your arms around your waist in a weak attempt to cover yourself.

His mouth parted a little, before he gave you a smile.

“Can I?”

You exhaled shakily, but gave him a nod, anticipating his touch. But he didn’t give it to you where you wanted it most. He started trailing his fingers up your calf, his touch soft and gentle, before moving to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You spread your legs wider unconsciously, the smallest sigh escaping you.

Michael gave you a warm smile, and kept his gaze on your face as he carefully placed his thumb on your clothed clit. He applied light pressure, beginning to move it up and down. You gasped, lowering your head to watch his hand moving on you.

“Michael” you whined.

He pressed his thumb down further, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You had never felt anything like this before.

“Ssh, I got you” he said. You lifted your hand up to your mouth, covering it to stop the embarrassing sounds that threatened to leave you. You squeezed your eyes shut, concentrating on the intense feeling of his big thumb on your little clit.

“That’s it baby, just feel it” he murmured, circling his free hand around his erection again, beginning to stroke it in the same rhythm that he pleasured you with. You dared to look at him, a loud moan came out muffled against your palm as you saw him touching himself while looking at you. Your body felt hot, and a layer of sweat began to form under your knees.

“Let me hear you, please” he groaned, letting out a few grunts himself. You did, lowering the hand that covered your mouth to clutch his sleeve. Michael found that endearing, how you always seemed to hold onto him in overwhelming situations.

“It’s g-good, Mikey,” you breathed, meeting his brown eyes, “never felt something like this”

He nodded, and his thumb glided over your core more effortlessly as the fabric continued to get wetter, slicking up the material.

“God baby,” he moaned, “you’re so wet”

You whined upon hearing his lewd words, and something inside your core seemed to tighten, a new feeling rushing to your body. You took another look at his face, his hair stuck in strands to his forehead, his skin glistening with sweat. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth, and the sight of him tightened the feeling even more.

It was unfamiliar, coming fast, and it made you panic.

“M-mike, it’s, it feels different,” you breathed, your brows furrowed and lips glistening with your own spit.

“I know baby, I know,” he reassured you, picking up his pace, “You’re getting close”

A broken sob left your lips, your hips beginning to grind into his hand, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.

“Close?”

“Yea, close to your orgasm, release, baby”

Oh, this is what it was. You were finally able to put a name to the tightening knot in your lower belly.

Your breathing picked up, coming in short and shakily. Your toes curled, and an unexpected wave of warmth rolled through your body, leaving you to hold your breath as you stared at Michael with parted lips. Your limbs seemed to tense up, especially your core, before a shock of release rushed through you.

Michael was mesmerized as he watched you experience your first ever orgasm, sucked in all of the little details of your reaction. The way your legs trembled, and your lids threatened to close, and the way your nub pulsed beneath his finger.

You let out a cry, the intense pleasure soon turning into too much, leaving you to trap Michael’s hand between your thighs and shake your head. He understood, and let his fingers wander to your hand, intertwining it with his. The stroking on his cock never faltered, and you took him in with tired eyes.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, “you’re so pretty when you cum”

It didn’t take him much longer to reach his release too, throwing his head back and letting out a broken grunt as he shot ropes and ropes of his warm seed onto his shirt. You watched him in awe as he squeezed your hand almost bruisingly.

He slumped into the cushions, out of breath and exhausted, before shooting you a smile.

“You okay?”

You returned his smile warmly.

“Yea”

Michael moved to shrug off his dirty shirt, before pulling you into his embrace. You settled against his chest, nuzzling your face into the warm skin. His scent felt grounding, reassuring.

“That was…” you trailed off, not knowing how to word your feeling, “amazing?”

His chest vibrated with a quiet laugh.

“You did so good, baby” he whispered, threading his fingers through your hair. You smiled against his skin, before tilting up your head and stealing a peck from him.

Ever since Michael had kissed you for the first time a few weeks ago, you have been so needy for him. Asking for another peck every five minutes, barely letting him work, and if he dared to leave the house, he would have to make up for it with ten sweet little kisses before you considered forgiving him.

But it never deepened into more than a quick peck, just a few seconds of your lips connecting. And you couldn’t figure out why exactly you always wanted more of him. His lips had become addictive, just like the little smile or fond eye roll he would give you after asking for the twentieth time within ten minutes.

The thing is, this wasn’t just simply the first kiss between you and Michael, but your first kiss. You weren’t naive, or unaware of how things worked in a relationship. You just simply had another pace in life than most people. And Michael not judging, and waiting patiently for months to even peck you on the lips, was one thing that made you love him so much.

You were currently curled up in bed, clinging onto his arm, a romance movie playing on the TV. His smell surrounded you, making you feel calm and cozy while his thumb gently caressed your cheek.

“Dada?”

He sighed, a little smile pulling at his lips.

“Yes, baby?” amusement hinted in his voice, and you tilted your head up to him.

“I want a kiss” you smiled, searching for his gaze as he lowered his head.

“Who would’ve thought?”

You let out a small giggle, before Michael leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto your lips, just lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and relaxing back into the pillows. But you didn’t really feel a satisfaction. It felt like the kiss always ended earlier than you needed it to. Maybe that’s why you were asking him every five seconds.

You settled back against his arm, clinging to him while focusing back on the movie. But as you watched the scene unfold, you stiffened a little. The people on the screen were kissing. Or rather full on making out with each other. Heat spread over your face, and you didn’t dare to look up at Michael. You stayed unusually quiet for the rest of the movie, and Michael wondered why you didn’t demand a kiss every few minutes anymore. But it was because you were thinking now.

Thinking about how it would be to kiss Michael like that. The thought of it made your stomach jump a little, and you caught yourself taking a glimpse of him. His slightly rougher skin glowing beneath the flashing of the TV. And then your eyes dropped to his lips. You never looked away so fast. You were lost in your thoughts, feeling embarrassed.

The end credits rolled in, but you didn’t move an inch. Michael leaned over to the bedside table, reaching for the glass of water before taking a few gulps. Your eyes followed him closely. The way his lips rested against the glass, his tongue slightly sticking out beneath it, the water leaving his lips glistening. He took a glance at you.

“You alright, baby? You’ve been so quiet” he said, pulling his arm out of your grip to lay it around your shoulders instead. You didn’t answer immediately while settling against his chest.

“Mikey?”

He straightened a little at the nickname. Not because he didn’t like it, but because the lack of ‘Dada’ told him you were trying to tell him something important. He hummed in question, lowering his head a little to try and look at your face.

“Can I ask you something?”

You could hear him smile.

“Always”

You shifted awkwardly, nothing feeling quite comfortable anymore. Nothing was good, so you decided to sit up, hugging your legs to your body while facing Michael. His hand came to grab your ankle, gently squeezing and rubbing circles into the skin with his thumb.

“Why…” you started, wetting your lips, “do I always want to kiss you so much?”

He smiled, squeezing your ankle reassuringly.

“Mmh,” he pretended to think, pressing his lips together, “Maybe because you love me?”

You tilted your head, a little frown coming to your lips as you absentmindedly started playing with the seam of your socks.

“No… I mean… why does it never feel like it’s enough?”

Michael’s eyes widened just slightly, going unnoticed by you.

“Oh…” he said, his eyes dropping to your fingers, before focusing on your face again. “Is it about the movie?”

Your cheeks reddened instantly, recalling the scenes from the movie, but more than that, the ones you'd imagined with Michael. You gently shook your head.

“Well, maybe a little bit” you confessed, “but…”

You stopped, not knowing how to continue, or what you wanted to say.

Michael waited for you patiently.

"I don't know..." you admitted quietly, "I just... I think I want to try"

He nodded once, studying your face for a quiet moment before shifting a little closer.

“Baby, you want to try… with me?”

You avoided his gaze, trying to occupy your fingers with something else.

“I think so” you mumbled quietly.

He grabbed your chin with his fingers softly, forcing you to look at his round eyes.

“We don’t have to, you know that, right?” he asked, and you nodded, “This is something precious, and I am willing to wait as long as you need me to”

Another beat of silence passed, before you opened your mouth.

“I know” your voice came out quiet.

He smiled at you, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s lay down, baby. Relax for me”

And you did. At least lay down, the relaxing part not so much.

“You want to kiss me, baby?” he asked, cupping your face with his hand.

You nodded, a little hesitantly.

“I want to… but, I don’t know how”

“You don’t need to think so much about it,” he said, moving closer to you, his breath ticklish on your skin, “I’ll teach you”

You let out a shaky exhale, fully expecting Michael to move right away. But he didn’t. He took his time observing your nervous expression, his thumb caressing along your skin steadily.

“Try and copy me, okay?”

Taking your hesitant nod as enough, his gaze dropped to your lips before he leaned in slowly. You closed your eyes, and he pressed his lips against yours just like usual, just a little peck that didn’t last longer than three seconds.

You opened your eyes again, wanting to protest, but then there was another peck, right after the last one. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, before squeezing them shut again. He continued giving you repeated little kisses to your lips. Just letting you adjust to the situation slowly.

But after a little while, he did something different. Instead of giving you another peck like you had expected, he slightly parted his lips, and moved them against yours. Your top lip got caught between his, making you gasp.

Michael pulled away slowly, his breath tickling your skin as he searched your eyes for any sign of discomfort. He was only met with your deeply flushed cheeks and widened eyes. He smiled at you.

“Too much?” he asked, and you were a little too quick to shake your head. You avoided his gaze, not ready to see the amusement that crossed his face. Your fingers found his shirt, holding onto the fabric tightly. He still cupped your cheek with his large hand, and leaned in again, kissing you the same way he just had. His lips lingering against yours longer, movements more passionate.

Eventually you found enough courage to try following his movements, parting your lips and moving them against his a little awkwardly, bumping your nose against his. You felt him smiling against your lips, before tilting his head, preventing your noses to intertwine again.

While you felt embarrassed, this new feeling blooming inside your chest overpowered it. You slowly got the hang of it, moving your lips with less insecurity than before. Michael’s hot breath against your skin felt nice, and your fingers tightened in his sweater. Though your lips were already tangled with each other, you felt the need to be even closer.

He could tell, he could always tell. His hand moved down to sling around your waist, before he pulled your body flush against his, making you wince in surprise before relaxing against him once more.

This is why I kept wanting more.

You snuck your hand up to his head hesitantly, burying your fingers in the hair at his nape. He hummed into the kiss, your stomach fluttering with excitement.

All of the kisses stayed slow and passionate. Of course Michael had been hoping for this moment. He'd been waiting patiently, knowing you'd come to him when you were ready. But he wouldn’t ever rush things for you. He wanted to make this a memorable experience filled with love and safety.

His smell surrounded your senses, distracting you. How were you supposed to learn anything from this if all you wanted to do was bury your nose in his neck and take in the familiar scent of his cologne?

Your lips moved against each other in familiarity now, your breathing a little heavier. Michael really was a good kisser, and as he tightened his grip on your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer, you sighed into the kiss. The sound of your lips smacking against each other blended with the long forgotten movie playing in the background.

His hand slowly caressed your back. A strange warmth spread through your body, unlike anything you'd ever felt. A heat stirring deep in your belly. You whined, confusion striking through your body from the new feeling.

He pulled away slowly, taking in your flushed face. You opened your eyes, but avoided his gaze with a shy smile.

“Are you okay, baby?” his voice was a little raspy as he asked quietly, his fingers cupping your chin.

You bit your lip, before hesitantly lifting your eyes, your hand in his hair holding on a little more urgent than before.

“I don’t know… I think this feels kinda,” you took a moment to find the right word, “new?”

He hummed, nodding his head.

“Try explaining what you feel, angel”

You scrunched your brows a little, not sure how to. And, you didn’t really want to talk, you missed his lips on yours already. God, what if this didn’t ease your longing but deepened your addiction?

“Mmh…, it’s like, a warm feeling,” you whispered, and his eyes never left yours, listening closely, “I-in my lower belly, it’s confusing Dada”

He gave you a soft smile.

“Does it feel bad?”

You gently shook your head.

“No… not bad,” you mumbled, “just, overwhelming”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No”

You had answered so fast it left you embarrassed, but Michael’s smile only widened into a quiet laugh.

“Okay baby” he murmured, before closing the distance, pressing his lips against yours once more. You could never get enough of this, and you already knew Michael was doomed. Because now you would be asking for this every ten minutes, taking way more time and effort than the little pecks.

Suddenly, you felt more than just his lips moving along yours, his tongue lapping at them ever so slightly in the same motion. You let out a breath of surprise, your head jerking back a bit. Your eyes fluttered open and searched his face with a shy, questioning look. You weren’t sure whether this was supposed to happen.

“Too much?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again. Heat spread from your cheeks to your ears.

“C-can you try it again?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but he still heard you. His hand moved to your shoulder, gently pushing you to lay on your back. He hovered over you now, one of his legs kneeling between yours, and as you looked up at him, you couldn’t help the flustering thought of how attractive you found him to be.

He observed your flushed face, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut. Feeling too shy to keep looking at him. Michael found that endearing, and took another moment to look at you before connecting your lips.

This time, you were less surprised to feel his warm tongue licking along your lips, but the heat in your belly only intensified. You remembered to copy his movements, and slowly, hesitantly stuck out your tongue to do the same to him.

But instead of grazing his lips, you glided along his own wet muscle, leaving you to whine out a little. It felt strange, but nontheless good.

You felt a new desire rising within yourself, chasing after him more urgently than before. Your fingers clutched the fabric around his waist tightly, pulling him a little closer. He took that as an invitation, and licked into your mouth. Everything felt so new, so different than anything you had ever felt before. But you still wanted to find out more.

You glided your tongue against his awkwardly, uncontrolled, but the warm hand that came to cup your jaw calmed you a little, slowing your movements. Everything felt too hot, and you became hyper aware of your own body, such as Michael’s above yours. His touch so hot against your face and waist it almost hurt.

His breathing was heavy, and he let out little grunts into your mouth. It left your core tingling, a new sensation. You weren’t stupid, nor naive. You realized this new feeling you had was arousal. But it was still strange, fogging up your mind.

Michael suddenly sucked your tongue into his mouth, a mewl escaped you, and your hips unconsciously bucked up into his leg. As it made contact with your center, it sent a sharp, electric jolt through your body.

You pulled away from him with a gasp, your hands pushing him away a bit while still clasping at him tightly. You tried squeezing your legs together, but only trapped his leg further between yours, causing you to let out a surprised moan as white pleasure seared through you.

Michael’s eyes widened in surprise, and as he saw your own slightly glossing over, guilt spread through him.

“Baby” he called you, out of breath.

You shook your head, pushing him away a little further.

“’s too much” you whispered.

He nodded, and moved his leg from in between yours, sitting beside you now while leaning over your torso.

“I’m sorry baby” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He never had the intention to overwhelm you.

You sat up now too, burying your face in your hands. It was burning, and you couldn’t bear to look at him.

“No, I’m sorry” you groaned into your palms. You felt a reassuring touch on your shoulder.

“Hey, look at me”

You regretted peeking through your fingers, the first thing having caught your attention being the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“I feel so stupid” you said, causing his brows to furrow.

“You’re not stupid, baby. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, this is new”

You didn’t give him a response, and the two of you just sat in silence for a few moments.

“Don’t you ever feel like I am too inexperienced?”

The sound of your voice came unexpected, and it took him a second to answer.

“No” he said. And it was the truth.

“I don’t mind discovering these things with you together. And I don’t mind doing that at your pace, angel”

You finally let your hands drop into your lap, staring at him with round eyes.

“Really?”

He breathed out a laugh, his hand still steadily rubbing your shoulder.

“Really”

You gave him a warm smile, and closed the distance between you to give him a hug.

“But…” you started smiling against his hair, “I liked this ‘new’ kissing, can we do it more often?”

Michael chuckled, holding you close.

“We can, baby. But don’t start asking every five minutes, we will spend all day kissing if you do”

“I don’t have anything against that”