#blkkbratt

Michael didn’t mean to listen in on his older brothers, but he couldn’t help but listen as the conversation got raunchier. He continued drawing in his notebook as their laughter only got louder.

“Okay but what’s better giving or getting?” Tito asked. “Oh I love to eat.” Jackie shrugged. “I don’t know man, I’m more of a receiver.” Jermaine said.

Michael’s eyebrows raised, eyes darting up quickly to view his brothers lounging around the living room. Eat? He wondered but he was too scared to ask questions but he believes he was getting the gist.

“Man I made this one girl cum from my tongue, she been obsessed ever since.” Jackie shook his head with a laugh. Michael was officially intrigued but still acted as if he wasn’t listening. He gently chewed on his bottom lip, the idea of pleasing someone else sounding a bit too interesting in his head.

It was night time and he was under the covers trying to go to sleep. For some reason he couldn’t get the idea out of his head. He hasn’t even kissed a girl, better yet be in a relationship. Hearing about his brother’s experience sparked an igniting light in his head that wouldn’t go out.

The only girl he had contact with outside of family was his childhood best friend. She was a carbon copy of him, the two quiet—but talented—kids always in their own world.

They were practically attached at the hip, and the family allowed her around often, her quiet and sweet nature triggering a sense of a protective empathetic energy in all of them.

Maybe she knows something about it, and would be willing to teach him. His eyes drifted off, his bestfriend in his mind.

“Hi Mikey.” The girl enthusiastically said practically skipping inside of his room. “Hi pretty!” He excitedly said reaching the middle to wrap his arms around her.

He invited the girl that morning, ready to ask her if she could teach him how to go down on her. He trusted her like no other, and she was always honest and kind to him.

They embraced each other in a hug. No matter how many times they see each other, they have the same reaction everytime. He pulled away and glanced at her outfit, his eyebrows shooting up.

He couldn’t ignore the way his heartbeat picked up seeing her plaid two piece outfit. The soft supple skin of her thighs and tummy were visible and he unconsciously clenched his jaw.

She noticed his eyes on her outfit, “do you like it?” She smiled doing a spin, making his eyes drop to the fat of her ass. He took a sharp inhale, feeling the twitch in his boxers.

Of course there were times he looked at his best friend in a non platonic manner, she was absolutely beautiful in his eyes. He never made it obvious, always calming himself down before he could make any rash decisions.

“Y-yes it’s so nice.” He said as she turned to make eye contact with him. He suddenly felt too nervous to ask, the question seeming more daunting than before.

She took a seat on his bed, her white sock covered feet swinging in the air. “Why do you look so nervous?” She giggled causing a warmth to spread in his heart.

“No, I’m fine.” He gave her an angelic smile hiding the fact he’s itching to touch every single part of her. He took a seat next to her staring at his lap as he fiddled with his fingers.

Her presence next to him felt heavy, a thick heavy feeling. “You know you can talk to me Mikey.” Her angelic voice reassured him, nudging his shoulder. His eyes averted to her thick thighs, skin seeming freshly moisturized.

“I-I wanted to ask if you ev-” his words were cut off as his door fully opened showcasing Randy. “Mike we’re about to head out for lunch. Did you guys want to come?” The younger boy asked.

Michael glanced at you before shaking his head, “we’ll stay here.” He answered seeing this as the perfect opportunity. His hands felt clammy even thinking about it but had a feeling of excitement as well.

“Did you want me to bring you anything?” Randy asked, eyes landing on her. Michael wanted to roll his eyes but resisted, Randy’s crush on the older girl has been more than obvious.

“I’m okay, thank you Randy.” She smiled and he nodded sheepishly closing the door fully. As the door clicks shut, the gravity of his mind settled back.

“What were you gonna ask?” She turned to face him now sitting criss cross on his bed. His eyes darted towards the middle of her shorts, glancing back up at her eyes hoping she didn’t notice.

“H-have you ever been um…licked?” He asked suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “like a puppy?”

He shook his head, “not really, like…licked down there.” He said motioning between her legs. Her eyes widened, breath catching in her chest.

She shook her head quickly, face heating up at the thought. The vivid imagination of Michael’s face slurping at her middle made her stomach flip. She blinked rapidly trying to shoo the thought away as she felt herself get wet.

“Oh! I-I heard my brothers mention it. C-can we try it?—we don’t have to if you don’t want to, I was just curious.” He spout, words flowing so quickly not giving her time to process.

His eyes looked down in shame, feeling as if she was going to slap him and run out at any minute. “Okay we can.” She answered making him look at her in shock.

“Really?” He was surprised she agreed, and she nodded shyly. The two sat in a silence for a minute, not too sure of how to start. The room felt smaller even while they were the only two in the house.

She cleared her throat and scooted back a bit lying flat on her back. His eyes trailed her body, licking his lips. She looked at his eyes, a bit darker than normal. “Okay, I’m going to take your shorts off now.” He told her.

She nodded, and his shaky hands reached up grasping the waistband of the plaid shorts. He tugged them down her legs, boner jumping at the view her white panties.

He almost drooled noticing the wet spot feeling like a dog. Her chest moved up and down, feeling even more turned on at him looking at her panties.

“Y-you can take ‘em off.” She told him and his doe eyes glanced up at her face nodding. He gently grabbed at the waistband of her panties, feeling even more nervous.

He was so close to her bare pussy being right in front of his face. He could practically smell her arousal, shifting his hips at the tight space in his boxers.

He glided them down her legs until they reached his carpet. He choked back a moan seeing her glistening pussy, saliva filled his mouth, the desire to lick her becoming stronger.

“Um where should I lick?” He asked practically shaking. As much as he wants to go in, he wants to make sure he’s doing it right. “Um…” she sat up on her elbows trying to think of where he should start.

She never exactly analyzed her private parts, occasionally rutting against a pillow at night when she couldn’t help herself. Thoughts of Michael’s hand touching her, plaguing her mind through the night.

“try right there.” She said spreading her folds with one hand, and using her pointer finger to motion towards her clit. He nodded, biting his bottom lip at her spreading herself for him.

He leaned in, meeting her eyes, not wanting to miss her reaction just in case. His hands settled on the edge of the bed as his tongue came out to deliver a soft lick against her clit.

The wet warm touch caused her to let out a small moan, immediately feeling the pleasure from the small contact. He swallowed, her taste becoming addictive to him. She tasted so plain with a slight sweetness to it. He couldn’t help but wanted more.

“Should I keep goin’?” He asked curiously and she nodded. “Please.”

His eyes fluttered close at her pleas as his tongue met her cunt once again, flicking her clit around. Her moans became a bit louder as they naturally flowed out of her mouth.

Noticing her moans of pleasure, he took a chance and suctioned his mouth around her clit, giving it a gentle suck to test the waters. It seemed as if she absolutely crumbled, letting out a cry looking down at him.

His doe eyes met hers back, disconnecting his lips in worry. “Are you okay?” He asked with concern. She nodded quickly, desperate to feel his mouth again. “d-do it again please!” She begged. He didn’t hesitate to comply going back to suck on her clit.

Her hips bucked into his mouth, catching him by surprise. Her hand grasped his soft curls making him whimper into her. He finally found the courage—or maybe just his mind clouded by her taste—and brought his hands to hold open her legs.

Hunger surged through him, flattening his tongue on her pussy, dragging it up and down. “Mikey! I-it’s feels so good.” Her whiny voice called out making his dick jump.

He was in absolute heaven having his best friend spread out for him while letting him eat her soaking pussy. One of his hands trailed down his body landing at his denim jeans. His tongue didn’t stop its movement as he unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers.

His hard flushed dick eased out, air brushing against it. He wrapped his hand around his thick dick, pulsing in his hand. The whimper he let out was buried in her pussy as he continued to eat, stroking his dick while he was at it.

Her hips continued to buck into his mouth, eyes rolling back as her hand gripped his curls in ecstasy. It felt like she was having an out of body experience as his tongue swirled around, making sloppy noises as he ate.

“Mikey oh my god!” She squealed. His pre-cum eased out of his tip, wetting his dick in the process as he stroked it rapidly, chasing his own release of pleasure. Her legs shook on the verge of closing in on his head.

His free hand kept a tight grip on her thigh not wanting to let up. He lapped at her, coating his jaw and nose with her wetness. “Mikey…it’s gon’ come out.” She whined not knowing the exact word for it.

“Man I made this one girl cum from my tongue, she been obsessed ever since.”

Jackie’s words crossed his mind. Maybe that’s what she’s about to do.

Michael continued, only seeming more aggressive with his movements. The quick fapping sound from his hand collided with the sounds of his slurping causing her eyes to roll back realizing he’s pleasuring himself as well.

Feeling his own release grow closer, his moans slipped between his constant nuzzling of his tongue. As she was on the tip of her release, her wet hole slightly opened. Michael’s tongue naturally slipped inside.

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as his tongue continuously shoved inside her. He realized he was practically fucking her with his mouth, the thought making his own eyes roll back.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan as she began to gush on his tongue. Her legs shook, entire body twitching on his bed. It felt like everything just went quiet in her head as she felt the crash of her orgasm.

As he felt her contract against his tongue, he finally fisted his own orgasm out of his himself, covering his fist with ropes of his nut, hips bucking into his hand.

His mouth didn’t come up off of her even as she whined, his mind was too focused on emptying his balls with his tongue buried inside of her. He delivered the last few final sucks on her clit before laying his head on her thigh.

They both panted heavily, the house now quiet. “W-was that okay pretty?” He asked glancing up at her face. She nodded not finding the words to speak, clit throbbing at the most intense orgasm she ever had.

Your whimpers flooded his ears as his length slid between your soft folds, tip catching your clit every so often. A light layer of sweat coated his back at his constant rhythmic movement.

“Baby—.” You whined looking up at him. You couldn’t help but clench at the sight, arousal pooling in your belly.

His cross necklace swung in your face almost brushing against your nose. His lips were parted as sensual sounds fell from them.

“F-feels too g-good.” He moaned, arms wobbly next to you as he held himself up. Every time you felt his tip nudge against your drooling hole, you couldn’t help but whine.

The request fell from your lips before you could think, brain already fuzzy. “Mikey, please—please—just the tip.” You whined hands gripping his biceps tightly.

His heart practically stopped, “B-baby w-we can’t. We said we’ll—agh—wait till marriage.” His breath picked up, fingers reaching to grip the white sheets you were laid on.

“I know baby but it’s barely inside—not the whole thing—promise.” You looked up at him, doe eyes meeting each other’s. He bit his lip contemplating on what to do. His eyes dropped to your pouty lips.

His brain wasn’t in a very logical state feeling your dripping cunt grind against him, causing him to lean more towards just putting it in. He watched as your eyebrows pinched together, lost in the ecstasy of your body melting into his.

“Mikey please, you feel so good—I need it.” The sultry tone in your words with the whine of his name almost made him nut right there. “J-just the tip?”

You nodded quickly, hips shifting in excitement from him falling to your pleas. He looked at where you were connected, breath catching at the wet and vulgar sight.

He grasped his hard dick, coated in your wetness, and brushed it up and down your folds. The mewl you let out was absolutely crude, making Michael’s desire for you grow.

As soon as you felt the heavy tip press against your dripping hole, you whined, heart speeding up. You couldn’t control the roll of your hips, body begging for him more than your own words.

He gently held your hip down so he can focus, not wanting to dip too far in. He ignored the small shame in the back of his mind, lust forefront and center in his brain.

He slowly pushed himself inside, gummy walls enclosing his tip. “M-Mikey—so big—oh my god.” You mewled. He whined, breath getting caught in his chest from your warmth.

“I l-love you—so good—rubbing in me so well.” You babbled mindlessly too caught up in the slight stretch. “Baby please don’t talk like that—I w-wanna be good.” The slight voice crack didn’t go unnoticed.

The rain sounds were background noise compared to the lewd noise of him slightly plunging his tip into you. “You are good—so good f’a me—so big.” You carried on.

“B-baby no—please—stop talking.” Michael whined hips not stopping his shallow thrusts. His words went into one ear and out of the other, brain only focusing on him rubbing inside of you.

“C-can’t—you feel so good—I-I’m so wet Mikey.” You pouted lost in your own world. Michael’s brain was starting to become clogged. Your words began to mesh together in his brain, your soft voice clouding around him.

“Your dick feels so good Mikey.” You wailed. Michael’s brain shut off at your explicit word usage, never hearing you mutter as much of a ‘damn’.

He couldn’t control his body as he pushed all the way in, your pussy becoming a sleeve over him. His eyes rolled back and he let out the whiniest moan you ever heard from him.

You uncontrollably clenched around his length, your eyes tightly closed as you cried out. You didn’t expect the sudden sensation, feeling the deep stretch slowly simmering into pleasure.

“Baby ‘m sorry—sorry—too good.” Michael’s words tumbled out quickly, tone filled with neediness. You couldn’t even respond, mouth dropped open in a silent gasp.

“So pretty—I don’t wanna stop—squeezin’ me so good.” His hips picked up speed, his head coming down to kiss the corner of your lip. His tongue licked the small drool that leaked from your mouth, and connected your lips together.

The lewd act made you clench around him, as you began moaning into his mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling as if your bodies merged into one.

His hips continued to thrust into you, desperately. Michael only wanted you, his mind was muddled, focusing on the sounds of your pleasure and the feeling of your gooey pussy.

“My sweet angel—w-wanna feel you.” He said, his hands brought your legs up to his shoulders, shifting his hips to hit slightly deeper. Your back arched as your moans got louder.

Completely drowning out the noise outside, leaving you and Michael in your own loving sanctuary. He dug so deep, it felt like he was in your lungs. “I’m close.” You managed to choke out.

He leaned forward practically folding you in half as he drilled into you, becoming a whiny mess in your ear. “Please—cum on me—need it—need you.” He babbled as you cried out.

Tears rolled down the side of your face as you felt a ball of heat form in your stomach. He was constantly nudging your spot, only sending you farther into ascension. Your back arched with a cry as you soaked his length, nails marking his back.

“Thank you—thank you—cumming—I’m cumming.” “P-pull out Mikey.” You reminded him body shivering as he carried you through out your orgasm.

“C-can’t—need you—I wanna fill you up.” He continued, your eyes widened realizing he had no intentions on stopping. “M-Mikey, no condom, you’re gonna get me pregnant.” You whined, you couldn’t stop the moans as he continued to beat into your oversensitive pussy.

“You’ll become a mommy—pretty mommy—I c-can’t. Please—take it—take my cum.” His rhythm felt relentless as your hips slapped together. His moans sounded through out the room, hips stilling in you as he shot creamy ropes of his nut inside.

You whined at the warm feeling, secretly enjoying him losing control inside of you. After a few minutes of him grinding inside of you, he slowly pulled out.

He stared at your used pussy, a mix of both of your orgasms spilling out. His mind still felt cloudy but reality began to set in.

“They’re gonna kill me.”

Michael was absolutely, undoubtedly, wholeheartedly in love with you. Everything about you infatuated him, your pure smile—your kind heart—the way your hips rolled against him as you rode his brains out.

“Mama please.” He begged, panting heavily, fingers gripping your waist as if he was trying to bring himself back to reality. As he stared up at you, his heart could’ve stopped right there. Your head was thrown back, mouth dropped with sinful moans spilling out.

The window covered by white curtains allowed a ray of natural sunlight to come through, painting your figure in a glowing halo around you as you rode him.

His angel.

Your hips began to bounce against him, ass slapping his thighs in a constant motion. Every time you went down, you lost a bit more of your sanity as you felt his tip rubbing your g-spot.

“Oh my god! Mikey!” You called out in absolute bliss, his bottom lip was captured by his teeth as he watched your body bounce on top of him. Your walls stroking him, only caused a deep feeling in his stomach.

Your eyes finally met his, both of you sharing a low hooded stare, absolutely feeling fucked out. His hands hesitantly moved from your waist to the fat of your ass.

You moaned, grabbing his face to kiss him. Your lips met in a hurried pace, tongues frantically swiping against each other. Moans and whimpers flew into each other’s mouths as he used the grip on your ass to push down quickly on his length.

The yearning he had for you almost became overwhelming as he began to thrust up into you. Your lips disconnected momentarily, leaving your tongues to swirl around each other.

He whimpered, not being able to contain the buck of his hips inside of your gushy pussy. His lips wrapped around your tongue, sucking your spit coated muscle into his mouth.

You whined gripping the sheet below him as he continued to pound up into you, making your hips meet his along the way. A trail of spit connected y’all’s mouths as you sat back up, eyes filled with desire.

“I love you baby—my pretty angel.” He whispered. He sucked on his bottom lip as if pacifying himself from the pleasure, not being able to control his own noises.

You took his hands off your butt gathering his fingers with yours, to intimately hold hands. He curiously watched as you set herself on your tippy toes, still seated on his dick.

“I-I’m going to start moving again.” You warned him and he nodded with a swallow. His eyes trailed to your plump breasts, mouth watering to enclose his mouth around your nipples.

As he opened his mouth to ask, you started bouncing on his length again, having a better pace and rhythm at the new position. “ANGEL!” He called out, back arching with his eyes clenched.

His fingers tightened against yours as his panting became erratic. His body felt overwhelmed by your tight pussy gripping him along with your whiny moans calling out to him.

“Mikey, you feel so good—I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered. You guided his hand to your breast letting him grab on to it. His eyes flew open seeing the fat of your chest in his large palm causing a cry to fall out his lips.

He saw your pinched eyebrows and mouth open, a bit of drool trailing from the side of your mouth. His eyes found where you fucked yourself on to him as he laid there helplessly, seeing your arousal create strings on his hips.

Your hand found your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in a frantic attempt to hit your peak. It all felt too much for him, eyes going in and out of focus, trying to calm himself down.

“I’m cumming!” Your high pitched squeal let out as you pulsed around him, not slowing down your bouncing, too busy focusing on his tip nudging against your most sensitive spots.

His eyes rolled back feeling you clench around him and he suddenly felt the familiar rise in his stomach. “Mama—get off. I-I’m too close—I’m gonna cum.” He weakly begged, eyes opening to look at you.

It seemed as if his words collided against a brick wall, as you continued to ride him, moans almost louder than the skin slapping. “Mama—listen please!” He whined taking his hand off your breast to grip your hip.

“Noo—in me—I want it in me mikey!” You cried leaning over to wrap your arms around him, now perched on your knees. He knew your brain wasn’t in the right place, filled with nothing but the feeling of his dick moving inside of you.

But hearing you pleading for him to fill your womb woke something primal in him, he did his best to shoo the thoughts away. You guys were too young to even be considering a child, yall aren’t even supposed to be having sex right now.

“Angel please—nnnghhh—you’re not thinking right.” He pleaded, now gripping your waist with both hands, ready to push you off of him.

You felt as if you were on a mission to make him cum in you, ignoring the small voice that held the logic. You closed your eyes burying your nose into his shoulder as you forced your hips down on him.

You knew you had him when his grip loosened and his moans got louder. His body panicked, mind going into over drive, stuck between shooting up into you or finding a way to get you off.

“P-please get up.” A broken moan came out, voice cracking as he whimpered, hands finding anywhere to hold on to as an attempt to hold it back a little longer.

“Cum in me Mikey.” You whispered weakly, hips not faltering in a sense of urgency. The ball in his stomach broke as he whined, hips bucking up into yours, ropes of cum accumulating inside of you.

You heard the fluids creating a sloshing sound as he continued to fuck up into you, emptying his balls as he gripped your hips.

You sat up with a gasp grinding yourself down to make sure it’s all in. “Mama.” He weakly called out trying to catch your breath.

“Lemme try somethin.” She stood up and turned her body parallel from him. He couldn’t fight the sharp inhale, seeing her glistening pussy in front of his face.

Michael felt his mouth salivate, swallowing before he seemed like an inexperienced grown man — which he was. She adjusted backwards a bit until her face was directly above his pulsing dick.

“You ready baby?” She asked him in a sultry tone, grasping him in her hand causing his stomach to contract from the new feeling. A small ‘mhm’ left his mouth, too focused on the need to shove his tongue between her wet folds.

As soon as her warm mouth captured his length, his tongue darted out to connect with her pussy. She knew he was an eater but she may have underestimated him a bit as he continued to suck and lick all over her clit.

She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down enough to return the favor. She took him deeper in her mouth, swirling her tongue around. He moaned into her pussy, tongue flicking rapidly, sending pleasurable vibrations through her body.

She couldn’t help the soft moans spilling out of her mouth, muffled from his dick practically in her throat. She felt spit foaming in her mouth as it dripped down his length, her head constantly in a bobbing motion.

He gripped her hips tightly, eyes rolling back at her tongue providing him the pleasure he wasn’t used to. He was always to himself, too scared to interact with girls for too long — believing they’ll get tired of him.

But this — her mouth, her pussy and her moans — he’s glad she’s the one to take him this far. His eyes closed relishing in the taste of her, he never knew he could enjoy this so much. He always thought his brothers were over exaggerating when they spoke about their sexual festivities with women but he may just truly be in heaven.

Her hand came down to gently grab his balls, massaging them between her fingers. They sat heavy and warm in her palm, just begging for a nut.

His grip tightened against her ass, holding on to anything to ground himself into the new sensations. His whimpers were muffled by her pussy in his mouth but they didn’t go unnoticed. He bucked his hips automatically, pushing him farther down her throat.

Her throat accommodated the farther intrusion, feeling him hit the back of it. He was pushing her mouth to the limit, Michael is just truly that big. As she continued working her magic on him enjoying the equal amount of pleasure, she felt movement behind her.

She glanced back noticing Michael scooting up a bit, leaving his original position where he was flat on his back. He began to prop himself up on to the cotton white pillows on her bed. “M-Michael?” She questioned.

His eyes were closed, hands kneading her ass like dough. Her breathing became uneven and rattled at his desperation to please her. She tried to focus back on her original task, taking his still hard dick in her mouth but that only encouraged him.

She felt him lean back a bit giving the smallest amount of air between his mouth and her pussy before spitting directly on it. She gasped in shock, not expecting that from him. Before she could protest, he went back in spreading the liquid around. She couldn’t deny the fact that it turned her on even more.

“Oh f-fuck, M-Mike wait.” She told him as her legs shook. Her eyes rolled back, as her hands gripped the sheets. Her hips grinded into his mouth, giving him more leeway to stick his tongue inside of her pussy.

“Oooo shit.” She cried out, her head fell onto the bed, while his dick stood stiffly beside her head. His tongue made constant circles on her pussy as he mindlessly ate her out. He couldn’t think about anything else but her taste on his tongue.

She came to the conclusion, he was absolutely pussy-drunk. The pleasure coursed through her veins, almost becoming too much as she inched forward. She felt his head slightly chase after her wetness, not wanting to disconnect his lips from her.

Before she could even get a few centimeters farther, his hands gripped her hips pulling her back to fully cover his mouth. “Mmm come back mama.” He mumbled holding her against his mouth.

She could’ve cried as his lips wrapped around her clit, giving it a firm suck causing her legs to shake. Her breathing sped up as he moved her hips up and down his face, tongue dragging all through her folds.

“You gon’ make me cum baby.” She whimpered out. Him hearing those words gave him a second wind, tongue flicking against her clit with the speed of lightning.

The room filled with her moans, and the wet sounds of his tongue swirling against her pussy which made her cry out. By the hard grasp she had onto his knee he can tell she was close. “Cum mama.” He mumbled.

Those two words made her body tense up before feeling that surge of pleasure release through her. Michael’s mouth stayed opened and ready, licking up her nectar coming out of her clenching hole.

He licked her through her orgasm, finally loosening his grip on her. She panted, turning to fall flat on her back on the bed. “Michael what the fuck?” She said still in utter disbelief.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, doe eyes staring innocently at her.

“I liked that, can we do it again?”

He’s on the couch, denim jeans and boxers pulled down to the middle of his thighs, his chest heaving as he looked into your seductive eyes. You were stroking his hard length with a small smile on your face.

“A-are you sure? This feels…wrong.” He said glancing around your dolled up room. You nodded giving him a genuine smile, hiding the fact you want to so badly hear his whimpers fill your room.

“It’s so hard, I just wanted to help you out.” You cooed at him rubbing his thigh with your opposite hand making his abdomen clench at the feeling. He slowly nodded, thinking of how he ended up here.

••••

You guys were simply watching television, blabbing about his music ideas. He recalled you reaching over him to grab your empty cup, that was previously filled with orange juice.

When you leaned over, his eyes drifted to your cleavage that were directly in his line of view. He closed his eyes, a bit too late clearly, feeling the slow ache in his boxers.

“Be right back.” You exclaimed walking to the kitchen and once you were out of his line of sight, he tried to adjust his pants, attempting to hide the stiff print becoming more obvious.

Fortunately, unfortunately you noticed it, and offered to help. He didn’t put much of a fight, continuously spewing of how y’all are friends and he’ll be okay. You so easily shooed his words away, settling on your knees.

••••

“Oh g-god.” Michael shivered once he felt your warm mouth on him. His hands came to rest on your shoulders, as a shield from the overwhelming pressure he just received.

His eyes rolled back as you only took him deeper, your hands coming to rest on his large ones moving them out of the way. You placed them by his sides, using the strength you had to hold them down.

You began to speed up your pace, as he let out a river of whimpers, hands clenching into fist. “T-too much.” His voice cracked, hips uncontrollably bucking into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat, cuing a gag reflex. Michael would’ve hated to admit it, but it made him so much more turned on.

You moaned around him, enjoying the pre-cum easing out of his tip, only encouraging you to suck him harder. You released one of his wrists to grasp the rest of his dick that couldn’t fit into your mouth, gently rubbing up and down.

“P-please.” Michael whimpered, legs quivering as his free hand rested on top of your head. You hummed around him, not slowing down. “I’m close.” He whimpered, as his hand on your head began to slowly push you farther down.

He didn’t mean to do it, he wasn’t even thinking about it, brain practically melting from your mouth. He was in a different world, as his orgasm began to rise in his stomach.

His hips couldn’t stay still, grinding into your throat as your tongue swirled around him. “C-coming!” He called out with a broken moan as ropes of his sperm spilled into your mouth.

You happily swallowed, still sucking him through his orgasm until he was whining. His hands came up to push you off, and you gave one final suck, getting up with a pop.

The Jackson siblings adored you and Jackie’s relationship. You both were so mature in their eyes, responsible, protective and kind to everyone.

Watching Jackie take care of you and vise versa inspired them in their own ideas of love. Y’all were absolutely in love. The soft spoken couple felt like parents to them most of the time.

One day you and Jackie wanted to plan a movie night for them in the home theatre while the parents were out. Y’all baked cookies, bought popcorn, and even personally picked blankets for everyone.

You both decorated the movie theatre room with already stuffed popcorn bags, candy boxes and drinks for everyone.

“This is so cool!” Michael exclaimed walking in, taking in the newly decorated movie room. “This is for you.” You smiled, handing Michael the Peter Pan themed blanket.

As the brothers continued to file in, you passed out blankets and Jackie passed out the snacks. They were excited, smiles not leaving from their faces as everyone found a seat. Even Tito seemed chipper.

Jackie began the first movie and you and him found seats together. As the movie carried on, and the siblings eyes were glued to the screen, Jackie laid a hand on your thigh.

Your arm paused mid-air, planning to eat the small bunch of popcorn in your hand. You looked over at him, and his eyes were still trained on the screen, a small smirk on his face.

You can read your man like a book, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. You leaned over, “You need me?” you whispered. Jackie finally looked at you, eyes glancing to your lips.

•••

You were now folded on his bed below him, being pounded into, two of his fingers shoved in your mouth. Even though it was an attempt to silence you, your whimpers still slipped out,

The skin clapping was just as loud, “You look so fucking good like this ma.” He groaned, hips not letting up. Your moans didn’t go unheard, feeling the tip of his dick rub against your gspot.

You clenched around him, eyes rolling back at his deep thrusting that took your breath away. “Mmm fuck. Come on.” He pulled out, and took his fingers out of your mouth.

Your legs were shaking as he stood up, with his palm out, waiting for you to grab it. You realized your arm was shaking from the pleasure as you grabbed on to his hand.

He guided you to the full length body mirror perched on his closet. “Get on the floor and arch.” He instructed. Your knees met the fuzzy carpet as you continued to place your hands on the floor as well.

You arched to where your dripping pussy could easily be seen, giving Jackie the perfect view. “Look at you.” He said kneeling behind you. He smacked your ass, and slid his fingers between your slit. You were absolutely soaked.

“You need me baby?” He asked. “Fuck yes—need it so bad.” He placed his hands on the arch of your back slowly entering you. Your jaw dropped, a whiny moan spilling from your lips. He used one hand to grasp the underside of your jaw, making you look at the mirror.

You saw your fucked out expression and your eyes trailed to his. He stared at you with low eyes, making you clench around him.

“You takin’ it so good ma.” He praised, pounding into you, a thumb made its way into your mouth. You sucked on it, moans still flowing out.

Jackie didn’t even bother to tell you to be quiet too busy focusing on his rising orgasm.

•••

“Shut the hell up.” Jermaine whispered to Marlon who was sat next to him in front of Jackie’s door. Their ears were pressed to the door, in absolute disbelief.

They simply wanted to ask y’all what movie should be next? Michael told the girls, and Randy to stay while the others go search for the two current guardians.

They didn’t see you guys in the kitchen so Marlon checked upstairs, eyes widening when he heard the sounds of bed creaking, whimpers, and both of your voices speaking.

Michael, Jermaine, and Tito saw Marlon with his mouth open by Jackie’s door. Tito chose peace and went back to the movie room while the other three decided to be nosy.

Michael felt shell shocked, not being able to take his ear off the door. One of the kindest woman he knew was speaking and sounding like that? His emotions were all over the place.

Marlon was trying to hold in his laughter, getting more shocked as the session carried on. He never heard Jackie or you speak so vulgar, it was a bit concerning.

Jermaine was having the time of his life, he was even debating on getting popcorn. He couldn’t believe they can hear his older brother getting it on right now. Now he’s wondering if he should snitch to mother when she arrives.

The soft, intimate sounds of kissing filled your room as you and Michael sat on your bed making out. His large palm held on to your thigh, sending a familiar warmth to your core.

His tongue grazed against yours gently, thumb grazing against your jaw. You and Michael have been dating for two years, and it has been the best time of your life. You would've though the honeymoon phase passed but it only gets better and better.

The more you kissed, the warmth in your stomach only grew. Your body felt hot, grasping at his shirt out of sheer need. You guys never took it farther than kissing, you were always too nervous. You felt as if you would be embarrassed especially being so inexperienced.

He didn’t have that much experience either but he knows the concept especially growing up with his many older brothers. “Mikey.” You whispered pulling away from the deep kiss.

His dark eyes stared into yours only increasing the amount of desire in you. “Yes mama?” He asked, expression filled with concern. He scanned your body for any marks or signs of uneasiness.

Once he saw there wasn’t any, his eyes found yours once again. “I’m…ready.” You told him nervously, you broke the deep gaze, staring at your light purple bedsheets. He didn’t respond, continuing to rub on your thighs.

He was surprised at your confession, knowing how shy you get about anything sexual, even a joke. “Are you sure princess?” You nodded, more sure than anything. If you weren’t so shy, you probably would have been jumped his bones by now.

“Let me hear you say it.” He rubbed his hands up to your waist, caressing gently. “Yes, I’m ready.” You managed to get out, enjoying the feeling of his hands rubbing on you.

He leaned in, placing soft kisses down your neck. You leaned your head to side, giving him more room. For such small kisses, it sent a wave of pleasure down your spine, small moans slipping out.

Hearing you only made him harder. These past two years have been paradise for him, only falling more and more in love with you each day. Your shy nature outweighed his, to the point he felt like the extroverted one.

He was obsessed with you, needing your presence at all times. Even when he felt like he was slowly being crushed by the pressures of the world, you were right there to hold him up.

As he got higher up your neck, he sucked lightly on multiple areas, not wanting to leave any obvious marks. His kisses led to your jaw, taking his sweet and precious time.

His lips met yours once again, sharing a passionate exchange. This kiss was different, more intimate than usual. Your hips gently rocked against his, feeling the hard tent that formed under his pants.

He turned you over to lay you on the bed, as he continued kissing you, his hand reached to lightly circle your nipples through your cotton shirt, making you gasp into his mouth.

Your body began to writhe around, needing more from him. “Where you want me to touch you mama?” He asked pulling away from your lips.

Your face felt warm, knowing you had to guide him to where you wanted. Instead of speaking, you took a hold of his wrist and led it to where your underwear sat snug under your skirt.

He let out an airy laugh at your shy nature, and gently pressed the tips of fingers against your underwear. You let out a light moan as he rubbed your clothed clit.

His other hand lifted your skirt, giving him the view of the damp spot in the center of your panties. His eyes trailed back to your face, as nothing but pleasure washed over you.

The erotic sight made his dick twitch in his boxers. “Want me to take ‘em off?” He asked and you nodded quickly.

He used both hands sliding the arousal soaked garments off your legs, tossing them on your bedroom floor. He took a seat next to you, back pressed against your headboard.

“Come here and lean against me.” He commanded. You listened, needing any pressure on your clit again. Your back pressed against his chest, and his hands came to hold you around your waist.

“Want me to play in that pretty pussy?” He whispered making you clench around nothing. The dirty words shocked you but made another wave of arousal run through you.

“P-please!” You begged, hands coming to rest on his knees. His fingers made their way down to your wet slit, stroking from your dripping hole to your clit.

You tossed your head back against his shoulder, whimpers spilling out of your mouth. “Mmm, there you go mama.”

He rubbed your clit in circles, making your legs twitch. “Keep ‘em open princess.” He used one to hold your leg up, spreading you open for him.

His fingers found your entrance, and eased his middle finger in. He bit his bottom lip feeling the way your pussy sucked him in, imagining how that would feel on his dick.

Your hips bucked at the sudden intrusion as his finger went deeper. He thrusted it in and out slowly making you cry out, “Oh my god!” You whined. He didn’t stop his ministrations, leaning down to place kisses on the side of your face.

Your legs quivered, threatening to close but he tightened his grip, keeping you spread. He entered his ring fingers, stretching you open for him. “Your moans sound so pretty.” He whispered in your ear, sucking lightly on your earlobe.

He noticed your hips grind into his fingers as you grabbed harder on to his knees. He knew you were on the edge of your orgasm but he wanted to feel it around him.

He pulled his fingers out, making your eyes fly open. “I was closeeee.” You whined making him chuckle. He sucked your wetness off his fingers, tasting your sweet nectar.

“It’s okay mama, I got something even better.” He set your leg down, and moved to sit in front of you. Your eyes automatically shifted to the large bulge in his pants, feeling a small amount of drool buildup in your mouth.

“Can you take it out for me mama?” He asked, large hand palming himself. You swallowed with a nod of your head, scooting closer so you can unbutton and unzip his jeans.

You took the waistband of both his pants and boxers, and dragged them down his hips. Your heart beat wildly seeing the small curls of pubic hair at his base.

His dick finally popped out making you gasp. It was huge, with pre cum dribbling out of the tip. He let out a hiss, feeling his raging boner finally being freed.

“Lay down for me.” You followed his instructions, a bit more nervous. “I’m going to go slow.” You nodded at him, spreading your legs.

Your eyes couldn’t help but drift to his dick getting closer to your pussy. As much as you were nervous, you were just as horny. He rubbed his tip against your clit, both of you gasping at the feeling.

“I need it.” You whimpered looking up at him, he didn’t have to hear another word. He placed his top at your entrance, and you reached up to hold on to him.

He slowly entered making your legs quiver, with a whimper. His eyes rolled back feeling your warm wet walls trap him in. “Want me to keep going baby?” He asked, making sure you were okay.

“Yes please.” He continued to push in, pausing once you got to the middle of his dick. You chest rapidly rose up and down, it felt as if he was deep enough.

You realized there was still more to go, and clenched your eyes closed. “K-keep going.” You pleaded, wanting to take him fully.

He leaned down, cradling the back of your head in his hands, landing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’re doin’ so good f’me, I love you mama.” He whispered rocking his hips.

He thrusted softly, building up to fully put himself inside of you. The slick sounds of your pussy filled the room. He delivered a hard thrust making your headboard slam against the wall, and fully sheathe himself inside.

“M-mikey, I love you too!” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. His groan fell right into your ears as you clenched around him. He began to grind his hips against you, abdomen brushing against your clit.

He pulled back, and placed your legs on his shoulders, continuing to thrust into you. Your brain starts to feel cloudy, watching his dick run in and out of you.

“So good mama.” He moaned, closing his eyes trying to keep himself from coming too quick. His hips picked up speed.

Your back arched as you held on to the sheets, feelings the rush of your orgasm. You clenched around him, sending him into his own release. Both your moans combined to feel the room.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered, his thumb found your clit, applying pressure. “Go ahead pretty girl, let me feel you.”

Repetitive, I love you’s spilled from his mouth as he helped you both through the climax. He once again kissed your forehead, slowly pulling out of you.

“Are you okay mama?” He asked rubbing your leg. Still trying to regulate your nerves, all you could was nod.

“Round 2?”

“Girl, he jumps at your beck and call.” Your friend said, glancing back at Jermajesty who carried your shopping bags behind you.

“He just loves me.” You shrugged, looking into your iPhone camera to make sure your lipgloss wasn’t smudged.

Your friends often question you and Jermajesty’s dynamic. He was the type to draw cartoon characters, rave about the latest comics, and know every anime reference.

You’re the type of girl who always needs a night out, a reality tv show addict and quick to cuss someone out.

No one saw it happening and somehow y’all have been together for a year already. “How do you guys do it?” Your bestfriend questioned.

•••

Jermajesty’s room was filled with posters, Spider-Man, Batman, demon slayer, you name it. Mini figurines decorated shelves and manga stacks in random corners.

Above his bed was a large pink American flag with your face plastered on it which he adored so much. If you looked closely there were also dark marks on the wall from his headboard slamming against it.

“S-slow downnn.” You whined. You were on your back as Jermajesty thrusted into you from the side, the position made him nudge your cervix, causing your back to arch.

“Nah baby, you can take it. You doing good.” He said in your ear. Your eyes rolled back as his hand trailed down to slowly rub your clit. The extra sensation made your legs shake, grabbing onto his wrist.

“Let me go baby, let me make this pussy cum.” He whispered before sucking on your neck.

You released his wrist, deciding to grip the sheets instead. His hips picked up the pace, grinding in to you with a determined focus. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum baby.” You moaned out.

The pulsing ball formed in your stomach and he took the chance to take your nipple into his mouth. That was the final push, as your orgasm washed over you.

Your pussy only created more lubricant, making him slide in and out quickly, hand still rubbing at your clit. After a few seconds, you grew sensitive, body twitching at the overstimulation.

“M-Maj, I can’t.” You bit your lip, his tongue flicking against your nipple sending pleasure everywhere.

Jermajesty was a freak, a very needy one at that. His stamina was ridiculous, being able to go round after round. You never went unsatisfied, having multiple releases during one session.

He finally let you free, pulling his dick out of you. “Turn over f’me.” He told you. “Damn, I can’t get a break.” You groaned, still feeling your clit pulse.

He rolled his eyes, gently grabbing you by your waist to flip you on your stomach. He positioned himself on his stomach behind you, lifting your hips so your dripping pussy was in front of his face.

Before you could process anything, his tongue found your clit, flicking against it quickly. “Waitttt.” You moaned, legs quivering. He slurped on your already sensitive pussy, hands reaching to grip your ass.

You couldn’t stop the natural grind against his face, pleasure increasing as your sensitivity calmed down. He moaned against your core, sending vibrations to your clit.

He used one hand to slap your ass making you jolt with a moan. He used his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance, plunging his tongue in.

Your eyes rolled back as your hands gripped the sheets, bunching them between your fingers. You were in absolute bliss. He dragged your hips back and forth, fucking you onto his tongue.

You slowly felt another orgasm building inside of you, attention focused on the way his tongue roamed inside of you.

“I-I’m cumming.” You warned shaking around him. You reached your peak once again, cumming in his awaiting mouth.

•••

Your attention was drawn back to your bestfriend, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Hello?” She said, concerned etched on to her face.

“He just makes me happy.” You answered with a shrug. “Baby, we can go get the new volume now.” You told him, causing him to pick up his walking speed.