⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚⊹

summary: you go out shopping with michael and he calls you mama, making you realize how much it turns you on…

cw smut 🔞 flirting, making out, soft dom michael, dry humming, praise kink (both parties), breeding kink

~

the cool lighting of the mall makes everything feel like a dream, it was a simple yet fun spot for a date. only so because it was michael’s excuse to go shopping with you. lacking some casual summer clothes you needed to go shopping for some, and he wanted to tag along. he enjoys watching you have fun in picking out new outfits to wear, he thought it was cute how you fussed over choosing the right thing.

“now, how about this?” you ask holding up a cute polo shirt to your chest.

“it’s lovely y/n, you should buy it.” michael replies, anything you wear he wouldn’t complain about. everything looked good on you.

“yes but… i feel like it’s not the right color. the shirts need to match my complexion y’know?” you tell him rolling your eyes playfully.

it was a bit of a challenge to shop with him, because he likes everything on you. not that you hated that, it was sweet knowing anything you wear he would find you completely irresistible.

grabbing another shirt, you examine it. it’s a crop top, and those were becoming very popular. so you grab it and walk over to the changing room, deciding to try something a little different. michael follows right behind you.

“you know… it’s okay to tell me if something looks bad on me mike.” you explain to him through the doors of the changing room.

michael sighs contently and says, “i’m aware, but it’s not my fault that you look good in everything. i can’t help it.” he shakes his head while smiling.

you blush a little behind those changing room doors. pushing your head through the neck of the shirt, you look at yourself in the mirror to see how it fits on you. it was surprisingly cute. it exposes your midriff but you didn’t mind, showing some skin during the summer was common. but you wanted michael’s opinion to finalize the purchase.

walking out, you raise your arms out and smirk. “well, how does this look? please be honest.” you ask the dark haired boy in front of you.

michael’s eyes widen as he stares in awe of you, of course he likes it. but he didn’t expect the shirt exposing your waist to be so attractive.

he purrs in your direction, “wow. it looks great on you, mama.”

your expression turns from smiling to surprise. he’s never called you mama before. it was a common term of endearment, but he has never used it on you before until now. your face turns red from the sudden realization that you really, really like it.

putting your arms down, you grab your left arm with your right behind your back. unknowingly making your figure more visible to michael. “you really like the shirt then? for real?” you question him.

walking closer to you, michael nods excitedly. “i don’t think you have any shirts like this one, it’s so good on you.” he takes a moment to look at your shirt again, feeling his warm gaze analyzing you. “i like how it shows off your waist.” he confesses. that last sentence makes you blush even more.

“well, it’s certainly stylish. if you like it, i’ll buy it then.” michael was always flattering you, but him calling you mama did something to you. it made you heat up right here in this boutique. in more areas than one. he hadn’t noticed yet, but you decide not to tell him anything until you both got home.

both of you walk over to the register and buy all of the clothes that you had picked out. including the crop top that michael found the best. after paying, you put the crop top back on since you enjoy how much attention it gets from michael. you give him a sly smirk when you do. both of you hold hands and make your way out of the mall and into the car, where you finally head back home to havenhurst. you grab the shopping bags, in where michael insists on carrying them for you upstairs.

once in his room all alone, you plop down on the bed and sigh. michael is already taking the clothes out for you, but you can’t get that moment out of your head.

mama.

biting the tip of your nail, you turn over and look at michael laying the newly bought clothes on his bed so you remember to take them home with you once you leave, but you didn’t want to leave yet.

you want him to call you mama again.

“hey michael?”

“yes y/n?” he responds, blissfully unaware of the state you find yourself in from one simple word since the mall.

rubbing your legs together on the bed, you exhale. “i really liked when you called me mama earlier.” you confess bluntly to him.

he stops what he’s doing and looks over at you. “you did?” michael asks trying to decipher what you meant. it hasn’t clicked for him yet.

“yes, it was kinda cute. and… i like how it felt.” he examines your expression for hints, the look in your eyes gives it away.

michael blushes and laughs a little. “i mean, it is a common thing to call pretty girls.” he reminds you while rubbing the back of his neck.

turning to face the ceiling, you continue. “i know, but you’ve never called me that before. you use other pet names, but never mama.” you twirl your hair around your index finger as you state all this. “i just think it’s… hot.”

michael pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts on this new info. he can’t look away from you. biting his lip, he gets on the bed to crawl right next to you.

laying down by your side, he suggests, “maybe i called you that subconsciously.”

your eyes widen with that reveal. you turn to look over at him, his face is mere inches away from yours. his big, expressive doe eyes beaming at you. it becomes clears what he meant by that. you feel your heart beating faster and your core getting hot.

“…why would you say it subconsciously?” you ask him. you already knew why, but you want to hear him say it.

he bites the inside of his cheek before giving you his answer. michael knows you’re just flirting, but he wants to be transparent with you too.

shifting his weight a little, he confesses, “maybe it’s cause… i wanna make you a mama.” he asserts as he hovers his lips above yours, only a breathe away.

that answer makes your lower stomach tighten and you can’t look away from him. you glance down to his lips, then back as his rich brown eyes.

your right hand warps around his luscious jet black curls, bringing him ever so gently down to your lips.

“maybe i’d like that.”

michael groans at your reply, and finally hooks his lips to yours.

closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss as he brings his body against yours. exhaling, you feel him moving on top of you to make it deeper. you twist your fingers around his curls and that causes michael to whimper faintly into the kiss. you enjoy hearing him make little sounds like that.

he wasn’t going to be the only one though, as he breaks the kiss temporarily. you whine a little when he gets off you, then you see he’s quickly unzipping his pants and shaking them off, in trying not lose the heat of the moment.

“can i take off your pants too?” michael askes politely, even when he’s horny he’s still a gentleman at heart. it makes you giggle. “yes you can.”

he chuckles lightly, gently pulling off your pants and laying them on the ground along with his. now leaving you both in your panties and boxers respectively. michael couldn’t help but bite his fist seeing you in just your laced panties and your new crop top shirt. he wants to take off more, but you both promised to wait until each of you was ready.

michael was already throbbing in his boxers, and you could definitely tell. “just seeing me in my panties gets you hard?” you tease him. he sighs and replies, “i can’t help it, pretty mama.” you bite your lip to stifle a moan, he called you mama again. michael pulls your hips against his own and starts grinding against you, causing you to groan. he kisses you again, and leans down to your ear.

“you like when i call you mama, huh?” michael teases you back. he says it again, making your core tighten even more.

the way he’s grinding on you makes it difficult for you to think of a witty reply. you exhale, “ah… yes i do, okay?”

“oh mama, you should’ve told me sooner. to think of all the times i missed out on calling you mama.” he keeps saying it, it only makes you louder.

you whine out to him, “please say it again.” you place both your hands on his biceps to help you stay secure in place, since his clothed cock is sliding up and down your panties. making you totally dizzy.

michael coos at you again. “you’re so beautiful mama, i’m, augh, gonna call you mama so much from now on.” he starts to get louder with moans and whimpers too.

gripping his biceps a little harder, you gasp. “a-ah, keep saying it. please.” you desperately need to hear michael call you mama over and over again. he smiles affectionately at how you’re behaving right now, he finds especially hot.

“haah, pretty mama, you’re such a pretty mama. i can’t believe how unbelievably lovely you are, mama.” michael breathes as he’s grinding his cock against your pussy. even though it was through thin layers of underwear, it doesn’t feel any less electric. you couldn’t see it, but his cock is already dripping from precum.

“uugh… michael… don’t stop…” you tell him with a breathy voice. the feeling of his cock rubbing up against your clit is intoxicating.

your mind is so hazy that you didn’t realize how much he enjoys praising you, just as much as he likes receiving it too. calling you mama was just as arousing for him as you hearing it. then, michael decides to take it one step further.

“i, ahh, can’t stop imagining getting you pregnant, and really making you a mama. you’d be the best mama ever.” he whimpers to you.

actually referring to you as a mother does it for you. “mmmh! please don’t stop. keep going.” you cry out to him.

both of your eyes shut, you feel the heavy sensation between your legs getting tighter. michael buries his face in your neck, still describing how good of a mother you’d be.

michael keeps going with this parental fantasy of his. “ughh… you would be the best mama ever, taking care of o-our babies. i need to get you pregnant please…” his dirty talk is sweet and delicious, it makes your clit ache to hear michael talk like this.

“you wanna get me pregnant? r-really?” you ask him mindlessly, not realizing what kind of mess you were about to unleash.

he starts rocking your hips together faster, he’s getting close. michael looks completely flushed with his mouth open, his sweat dripping onto your neck and shirt.

“oh mama, i wanna fill you up with my, ahh, cum. that’s all i want. i need you so badly it hurts. just let me fill you up with my babies…” he pleads, while leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jawline. a noise that sounds like a mix between a groan and a whimper escapes your lips when michael says all this.

“let me make you a mama, augh… need to cum inside of you. let me finish inside you. please y/n, please. wanna cum inside you…” michael is practically slurring his words. it’s taking every bit of his willpower left to not just take off both of your underwear and fuck you raw, but he’s happy with rubbing against you, for now.

you could feel yourself getting close to climax. his confession clouding your mind with multiple thoughts of you and michael finally having sex, and him finishing inside you turns you on like nothing else at this moment.

“ah- i would let you cum inside me, that sounds so good. aha, i wannna feel your cock deep inside me baby.” your eyes are closed as you whisper, but you could feel his cock twitching inside his boxers from your reply.

“uuggh… mama… you’re s-so good to me. y-you’re all i need… all i want… pretty, pretty mama…” he’s completely lost it. just whining and begging for you, as the desire flooding his mind won’t even let him form coherent sentences anymore.

realizing he was about to cum, you decide it’s only right to help him out too. for all the praise he’s been giving you, he deserves some too. still having some level of cohesion, you throw in some of your own fantasy in there too.

“y-you know what position i wanna do first when we finally have sex?” you ask him in between his moans and whimpers. michael simply hums and nods.

“cowgirl. i wanna look at your b-beautiful face when i’m riding you. so i know who the most wonderful person in the world i-is. it’ll all be worth it baby, i promise.” you sound just as needy as michael does.

that finally does it, as it sends shockwaves all throughout michael’s body. he bites down on your shoulder to prevent himself from moaning so loud the entire mansion can hear him. some of his sounds mange to slip through, and you hear him say, “ahhh-! i love you! so much… please…” moaning to you as he cums inside his boxer shorts.

“mhm-! michael!” his reaction helps you finish as you grab onto his shoulders for dear life. you end whimpering your way through your climax, as your panties fill up with your squirt at the same moment as him.

michael collapses on top of you, causing you to let out a little “oof-!”

after catching his breath for a minute, he starts to talk. “sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to drop like that.” michael apologizes sincerely.

all you can do is laugh softly. “it’s okay, really.”

he gives you a sheepish smile after that. michael is so beautiful after finishing, his sweat makes his skin look golden under the warm lamp lighting of his bedroom. you stare as him adoringly for a brief moment, he notices and blushes. then he looks down at his boxers to see them soaked in his cum.

“ugh, i need some new boxers now.”

you giggle as his comment. you lay your head back down on the pillows behind you, catching your breath. you didn’t even want to look at the mess of juices between the two of you. you just want to savor this moment, all you do is sigh contentedly.

michael stays laying on top of you, wrapping his arms around your figure and holding you close. he never wants to let you go. you coil your arms around his back and play with his glossy curls for a couple minutes, as the two of you enjoy the quiet room together.

you finally break the silence by telling him, “i think that’s the hardest i’ve ever cum before. thank you.” you compliment him lovingly.

michael blushes and chuckles. “we should probably get cleaned up. definitely need to shower.” you look back at him and wipe some of his curls away from his damp forehead.

“you wanna join me?”

his blush gets deeper and he snorts. “mama, you’re going to drive me crazy.”