#blkkbratt

The rain pattered loudly against the window pane, drops sliding against the closed glass. The sky was a dim blue, and the weather seemed dull.

Your apartment was quiet other than the slick sounds of Michael’s stiff dick grinding against your bare pussy.

He panted near your head gripping your hips like you’ll disappear from him. His heart was beating so loud he thought that even you could hear it. You would’ve, if only your heart wasn’t beating just as fast.

He was on top of you, between your legs that were splayed out against his hips. You both were bare, skin to skin, bodies warming up at each other’s touch.

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.”

“Baby, do this with me.” You walked towards Jaafar, who was lying in bed half-watching some random show. He immediately shifted his attention to you, sitting up to look at the TikTok on your phone.

The screen read, “Cracking every time we agree,” over a smiling couple. The audio listed fast food places, and every time they opened their eyes, the video cut to them in bed, seeming discombobulated.

After watching it, he nodded. “What does cracking mean?” His eyebrow lifted. You smacked your teeth, “Sex.”

A gasp left his mouth, “They were having sex this whole time?”

“Only when they agreed.” You laughed. “Let’s get to it then.” He shrugged.

You sat next to him, pressing the audio to record the both of you. You both closed your eyes, “Taco bell.”

You opened your eyes, and Jaafar opened his making you both giggle.

•••

“F-fuck.” You whimpered as Jaafar sucked on your clit. He let out an airy laugh at the shake of your legs near his head. His warm, heavy tongue felt heavenly on you, already on the verge of your orgasm.

“You taste so good.” He muttered, suctioning his mouth across your entire slit, sucking and releasing. Your eyes rolled back, fingers lacing through his curls.

Your body vibrated as you the knot in your stomach unraveled, cumming in his mouth.

•••

Your hair was now ruffled and Jafaar had a big smile on his face as both of you were in frame and your eyes were closed. “Burger King.” The audio said, you kept your eyes closed and Jaafar opened his.

“Mcdonalds.”

You and Jaafar opened your eyes.

•••

“Just like that, baby.” He cooed, holding your waist as you bounced on his lap. The clap of skin meeting sounded through out the room, mixed with your moans from his tip kissing your g spot.

“You’re so big, shit!” You cried, nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Look at how you taking it.” He bit his bottom lip, watching the cream foam around his dick.

He was practically in your stomach, using his hips to meet you halfway. “I’m ‘bout to cum.” You dropped your head into the crook of his shoulder. His hands grabbed your ass, forcing you to the base of his dick, making you take him fully.

Your second orgasm washed through you with a loud moan.

•••

You couldn’t even sit up properly, you laid down as you recorded, showing Jaafar sitting up next to you. Both glazed in sweat.

“Chili’s”

You and Jaafar both looked at each other, and you couldn’t help but let out a groan.

•••

“Go slow, I’m sensitiveee,” you whined, head dropping back down into the pillow. Jaafar was behind you, hips pounding against your ass. His hands tightly gripped your waist, tugging you back with every thrust.

“Shhh, you got it.” He whispered under his breath, too caught up in the way your ass rippled against him. His dick stretched you out, making you hold on to the pillow as your eyes rolled back.

“F-fuck, let uppp.” You whined, attempting to inch forward for a breather. You don’t even know why you bothered. “Stop running, take that shit.” He muttered, palms finding your upper back.

He pressed down and your back naturally arched, pushing your butt up more towards him. Your mouth dropped open as drool began to spill from your mouth, absolutely in bliss.

“I’m ‘bout to cum, want me to fill you up?” He asked. You could barely answer, nothing but moans coming out. His fingers laced through your hair, gently tugging you upwards.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes.” You cried, “please fill me up.”

He groaned, speeding up his movements, sending both of you into an orgasm.

•••

You were splayed out out, sweating, lashes off, still trying to catch your breath. Jaafar held the phone up, shirt off, curls sticking to his forehead, and still a smile on his face.

The comforter was buried to your neck, covering your naked body from the camera.

“Wendy’s.” You would’ve opened your eyes but that ache between your legs told you otherwise. Unlike Jaafar, whose eyes quickly opened.

“Domino’s.”

You cracked one eye open, seeing Jaafar already staring at you wide-eyed and an airy laugh spilled from you.

•••

Your legs were tossed over Jaafar’s shoulders and his hands were beside your head as he thrusted into you. Your pussy was throbbing, but you couldn’t help but moan.

“You feel so damn good.” He groaned, breathing on your neck. “So deep.” You whimpered. Your hand gripped at the sheets, taking everything he’s giving you.

His curls tickled the side of your face, and his natural scent hit your nose making you clench around him. Your toes curled and your body began to shake.

“How you feeling?” He lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were blown out in lust and half-lidded. “I ca—I don—p-please.” You moaned, you felt yourself getting closer and closer, babbling even thought your mind was blank.

“Give it to me, baby.” He kissed your cheek, your jaw, and then met your lips. You cried as you squirted around him, waves of liquid spreading. “Just like that.” He said, sitting up to watch you make a mess.

He continued to pound into you, carrying you through your orgasm. Moments later, he stilled inside of you, letting his warm cum spill inside of you.

•••

You were knocked out. Dead to the world. You did not think this through clearly. Jaafar finished the recording by giving you a kiss on the forehead.

All he put was a shrug emoji and posted it. He wouldn’t mind doing this challenge again.

Michael was on his last straw with you. During you and Michael’s supposedly fun day at a theme park that he begged you to go to. He’s been nothing but irritating. Not the usual ‘cute and teasing’ way but purposely finding ways to make the vein in your neck bulge.

“No, we don’t need that right now.” You say. “Don’t care!” He said while showing an evil grin as he proceeds to buy the comically large cup anyway.

“Stop touching me.” He proceeds to pinch your butt every second he gets. “Cut it out.” You gritted through your teeth.

“You don’t control me.” He said, rolling his eyes. You couldn’t fight the throbbing headache at the base of your skull. “Stop fucking playing, Michael.” Grabbing his wrist, you tugged him towards the parking lot.

In excitement? Confusion? Arousal? Maybe all. A hard lump settled in his throat, looking around to see if anyone noticed but of course everyone was too caught up in the next ride, they were about to get on.

A bit let down he was leaving early, he knew it was deserved. He knew what he was doing, pushing you to your limits until you snapped. A strike of fear ran through his heart feeling the almost painful grip of his wrist in your hand.

Once you both got into the car, you remained quiet. “Do you want me to drive?” Michael’s meek voice spoke up, a sad attempt at a peace offering. You were so irritated, you couldn’t even fathom to respond. He shut his mouth, fidgeting around during the drive home.

The car was dead silent, radio on mute, windows rolled up, only the sound of tires driving and other cars. Michael's shoe tapped against the car floor, making quick glances at you. Once you parked into the driveway, you didn’t get out.

“Go upstairs and take your clothes off.” You told him while your eyes remained on the windshield, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He knew better than to respond, settling on getting out the car and going upstairs.

You waited a few more minutes and let out a sigh, getting out of the car and heading inside. The house was dead silent, only sound being keys jingling in your hand as you ascended upstairs.

Stepping in, there sat Michael on the bed, hands clasped together on his thighs, soft bare skin revealed. His doe eyes looked up at you, hands now resting on his knees.

The silence felt heavy between the two of you and his lips rubbed together waiting for your next move.

A small smile formed on your lips, and he felt his heart drop to his ass.

•••

“P-please.” He begged, eyes glazed over in tears. The wet squelching of your hand pumping his dick sounded in the room. The television played lowly as you fixated on it, legs keeping a tight hold on Michael’s body with his back pressed against your chest.

Your shoulder caught the weight of his head as it fell back against you. He swiped his tongue against his lips, swollen from biting on them. “M-mama—”

“Shut up and watch.” You sped up your pace, using your other hand to grasp his jaw, directing his focus to the tv. The rule was he couldn’t cum before the movie ended, and he could’ve cried realizing he hasn’t even reached the hour mark yet.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Tears began to roll down his face. “You sorry, baby? Should’ve thought about that earlier.” You sarcastically pouted. The angry, leaking head wet your palm as you focused on his tip.

A whine fell from him, thrusting his hips into the air involuntarily. “M-mama, I’m gonna cum.” He warned, fingers squeezing your thighs. Your actions came to a halt and a smile graced your face as you tightened your grip around his dick.

Michael’s breath caught in his throat as you denied him yet another orgasm. All because he wanted a little attention. Just to see how far he could take it, now he’s stuck between your legs going through absolute torture.

A painful cry rung in the air, body screaming for his release. “Breathe. In and out.” You instructed him noticing the quick breaths he was taking. As he followed your directions, he closed his eyes, chest slowing down.

Once his body returned to its starting point, you began pumping again. Sensitive and tender, his breathing hitched followed by the slow roll of his eyes. Drool spilled from the corner of his lips and his fingers twitched against your thigh.

A sinfully angelic sight.

Broken moans spilled from his lips, and not a single thought was going through his head. Only the feel of your hand pleasuring him. Sweat was glazed over his body, overheated from the constant stimulation he was under.

You pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, damp skin against your lips. A small whimper tumbled from his mouth. His lips opened to say something but was choked back by a moan.

“You need something, baby?” You cooed, using his jaw to turn his head towards you. He forced his eyes to look at you before nodding.

“I don’t know, do you think you’ve been good?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise. I-I’ll do anything for you.” He whimpered. Mind teetering between the edge of reaching his breaking point, his dick twitched in your hand. Stiff and thick. Beads of pre cum rolling out in a hurry.

Even though the movie isn’t close to over, you could tell he was starting to lose it. Delivering a soft kiss to the shell of his ear, you whispered, “cum for mama.”

With a sharp inhale, Michael let out a whiny moan as ropes of nut immediately shot out of his tip. Lanky limbs shaking against you, you held him tighter as he let go.

Thick spurts of cum splayed across his abdomen and your knuckles. Continuous whimpers spilled from his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he watched your fist continue stroking him.

Overstimulation wasn’t too far behind, legs twitching with a quick yelp when your fingers brushed against his tip. “I-I came already.”

“I know, baby, but you said you’ll do anything for me,” you pressed a kiss against his cheek, noticing his eyes widen.

“And mama wants you to take everything she’s gonna give.”

You love Michael, you truly did. It was the best day ever when you shared your vows at the altar, sharing a kiss that that was an equivalent to a life contract with each other.

He was the best husband ever, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world.

Michael is a gentleman, the kind that opens your door, never fails to shower you in kisses and praises, protecting you from any potential harm.

He was also the type of gentleman that worried about hurting you, seeing you as a goddess that shouldn’t be manhandled and dragged around.

You loved how he viewed you but you also know what you liked. The slow love-making and gentle kisses were nice but you itched for more.

You were gonna ignore it, brush it off, be grateful for what you had.

Until the itch became too strong.

•••

Michael rolled his hips into you, slowly fucking you. “You feel so good, beautiful.” He murmured in ecstasy.

You swore it felt good but your mind was so distracted, you barely heard him. Noticing your distant look, he halted his movements, concern taking place in his expression.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked making your eyes snap towards him. “Nothing.” You answered quickly with a smile to reassure him but the furrow in his eyebrows didn’t disappear.

“Talk to me, mama.” He pulled out to have a seat on the bed, gently sitting you up aswell. As much as you wanted to leave it alone, he’s very persistent and wouldn’t give up till you spilled the beans.

“I was just thinking…about…trying new things.” You couldn’t look at him, staring at a loose string on the bed spread. He stared at you, waiting for you to explain.

“Like…in the bedroom.” You muttered. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, a small hint of confusion. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked worrying that he wasn’t pleasuring you correctly.

He would’ve felt absolutely terrible, “No baby, you do amazing I promise.” You quickly reassured, looking into his doe eyes.

He let out a small breath of relief, “i just want you to try and be more….rough.” You said. He blinked at you, “rough?”

“Yea like….pulling my hair or something.” You shrugged trying to play it off like you weren’t scared to say it.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said placing his hand on your knee. “Baby, you won’t…if anything it’ll make me feel even better.” He gently chewed on his bottom lip, considering your words.

Even thought he doesn’t understand it, he’ll do any and everything for you. “You have to teach me.”

•••

“But I can’t see your face, mama.” Michael pouted standing behind you. You were bent over the bed, after convincing him to try doggystyle. “It’s okay baby, just look at my ass.” You shrugged.

His face heated up at the explicit word, eyes darting to your ass quickly. He face palmed, feeling so dirty.

“Now, just put it in like normal.” You told him. He removed his hands from his face with a sigh. He took his length in his hand, dragging it against your wet pussy.

He eased in, breath catching in his throat. In this position, he went way deeper causing your eyes to roll back. “Michael.” You gasped feeling his hips connect to your ass.

His lips were parted and eyes clenched tightly, feeling you squeeze around him. He opened his eyes to look at your ass. He wasn’t used to seeing it like but God did he love it. He swallowed before slowly pulling out to thrust back in.

“F-faster.” You told him. His hands gently held your waist as his pace slightly sped up. He bit his bottom lip watching your ass jiggle every time he bottomed out.

Your moans began to fill the room, feeling him deep inside of you. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the movement, the vulgar sight turning him on even more.

“Baby…grab my hair.” His eyes widened at your request but he hesitantly listened. He laced his fingers near your scalp.

“Tighter.” You ordered which he obeyed. He finally gave a tug and he felt you clench around him. A groan left his mouth, arousal only spreading around his dick.

“Just like that, baby.” You moaned. One thing Michael loves is praise, so hearing you approve of his actions only pushed him further. He tugged at your hair once again, speeding up his pace to where he was pounding into you.

“Oh! I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, eyes rolling back. “Smack my ass, baby—please!” You begged knowing that’ll push you to the final edge.

As much as he was scared, he still did a light smack. “Michael—harder—make me cum.” You told him, still teetering on the edge.

He could tell from the neediness of your voice that you were so close. He drew his hand back, ignoring all warnings in his head and smacked your ass. A loud clap was made from the impact, a moan from you following afterwards.

His eyes watched the ripple from the impact and he almost busted right in that moment. How can something so nasty feel so good?

Your legs quivered feeling the burst from your orgasm rush through you. He moaned getting off to the sounds of your pleasure and the clench from your hole.

“Mmm, good job.” You sighed.

•••

“Okay baby, I need you to talk to me.” You told him. You were in missionary, legs wrapped around his slim hips. “Like just talk?” He wondered, a bit confused.

“No, like nasty. Can you say pussy?” You asked him making him gasp. “That’s so vulgar though.” “That’s what makes it sexy.” You explained with a giggle.

“Your….um.” He hesitated, nervous to say it but seeing your pretty eyes on him gave him the courage. “Your pussy feels good.” He whispered.

You gave him a small smile, “Good, now say fucking.”

“Baby, I can’t, I’m too embarrassed.” He said with a smile, covering his face with one hand. “Okay, listen to me then.” You told him. He looked at you, feeling your hips grind up into his dick.

Your warmth coated him causing his eyes to flutter shut. “Your dick feels so good inside of me.” You moaned. The stir he felt in his stomach was deep, causing his hips to stutter against yours.

“How good does my pussy feel, baby?” You asked him. His eyes opened, low hooded. “It-it feels good.” He answered. You shook your head, “What’s good?”

He let out a groan feeling you clench around him, you were determined to break him in. “Your pussy feels so good.” He said, voice slightly shaking, hips naturally picking up speed.

“Mmmm, keep talking.” You commanded. He racked his brain for every dirty word he knows. “Do you like the way my dick feels?” He asked, swallowing his nerves down.

Hearing you moan made him relax, you genuinely enjoyed this. “You like me fucking you like this?” Hearing Michael speak dirty was something you never thought would happen. Now that you’re here, you wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.

You nodded your head, eyebrows furrowed. His hips picked up speed and he watched your hand trail between your warm bodies to rub at your clit.

He seen your other hand reach for his arm and he watched curiously as you brought his hand to your neck. “B-baby?” He asked. Your actions truly were mind blowing him, the fact he was enjoying it may have surprised him even more.

“Do it, Michael.” You told him, fluttering your eyes shut. He slowly tightened his loose grip around your neck and groaned when he felt you clench around him.

“Don’t stop, baby—you’re doing so fuckin’ good.” You whined. Once again hearing the praise shut down all original thinking. He pounded into you and the only thing in his mind was making you proud.

“Your pussy is so wet baby, are you gonna cum f’me?” He asked. You immediately came around him, drawing out a loud moan at his new found aggressiveness.

He chased after his orgasm, bottom lip sucked into his mouth. He let out a groan as he came inside, rolling his hips inside of you.

“Are you okay, love?” He immediately asked, cupping your face into his hands. “Yes baby, I’m fine.” You giggled.

“Go head and recover, you have more to learn.”

You let him rest his head on your chest, cradling him in your arms, planting soft kisses on his forehead. You’d caress his hair with your fingers, gently untangling the strands as his shoulders shuddered.

The reason for crying could be a variety of things. Insecurities, surprise parties, insults, overstimulation, the list goes on. If Michael feels any intense emotion in his heart, it shows physically by forming into a liquid and rolling out of his eyes.

When you first started dating, he’d try and cover it up. Excuses mixed with running to the bathroom or his bedroom. You even started to notice him turning away from you just to slide on black shades.

One day, you caught him. Small sobs falling from his lips, shoulders shaking as he was balled onto the floor. “Mikey?” Your eyebrows furrowed pushing his bedroom door open farther.

He jolted, using the back of his hands to wipe the tears from his face. “Mikey, what’s wrong?” You squatted near him, not minding the carpet digging into your knees.

“N-nothing, mama, I’m okay.” He blubbered trying to keep the small amount of restraint he had left. You wrapped your arms around his lean body, holding him up against your own.

Feeling the warmth around him, his emotions erupted and he broke down into your shirt. You never found out what was wrong that day, he never told you and you never asked. But he learned that you were his safe place.

On the verge of tears, he’ll find you and bury his face into your shirt or the crook of your neck in no time. The small droplets from his eyes poured like a waterfall and you pouted, getting a bit emotional yourself.

The warm smell of cocoa butter oozed from your skin, mixed with gentle perfume oils. You would tip your head forward to see his face or rest your head against his, your braids falling around him like a shield. A curtain of you that blocked out the world. He felt buried in your presence and that soothed him.

Ever since then, your sweet boyfriend who deserved the world, wasted no time to cry in your arms.

It was another Friday night, you had the house to yourself, and you didn’t waste any time to invite your best friend over. He showed up with Chinese takeout in his hand, and a big grin on his face.

Both of you sat on the carpet, played a random sitcom, and tore into the delicious food that he got from a hole in the wall Chinese restaurant nearby.

This was the usual, along with your occasional needy staring that he has yet to notice. Your bottom lip found purchase between your teeth, tasting the salt from the soy sauce you recently consumed.

Your eyes skimmed down the veins in his arms, peeking from under his brown complexion. His slender fingers that held the plastic fork. His pink tongue slipping out to quickly lap at the small piece of rice on the corner of his mouth.

You needed that. Badly.

“Ugh I’m stuffed.” Michael groaned closing the white takeout box and setting it on your wooden coffee table. He leaned against the bottom of the couch, pressing his curly coils against the cushion as he rubbed his stomach.

“Me too.” You agreed, reaching to set your takeout plate on the table aswell but you paused with a sharp hiss. The bloody devil called a period was on the rise and the very hard, sore peaks that pressed against your shirt didn’t feign to remind you.

“Are you okay?” Michael’s head shot up hearing the painful sound you emitted. You glanced at him and nodded, “Yea, just my period is coming so I’m a bit sore.” You explained.

Michael nodded slowly, glancing over you for a peace of mind to see if you were outwardly okay. His eyes did land on the small pebbles pressed against your cotton shirt but to remain respectful he looked away.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, scooting a bit closer. For a second you genuinely thought of something that could relax you. Hot tea? A heating pad? Chocolate? Those all sound great but when you looked at Michael, and the slight sheen from him licking his lips that all went out the window.

You see his eyes glance to your nipples, not lingering on them for even a split second out of fear of sexualizing you. "Actually, you can help." You smiled. He looked at you with an eagerness, being one that loves to please others.

"What is it?" His voice seemed lighter, and he set his palm on your bare knee. Your pajama shorts suddenly felt too thin and flimsy as you felt yourself grow damp from the feeling of his touch. "My nipples are really aching"

Michael's eyes widened at the confession, and he fought hard to not shift his attention downward to the clear proof of your words. He swallowed his nerves, keeping his focus on your face. "O-oh, do you need ice or something?"

His concerned expression only brought another wave of heat through you. Michael wasn’t dumb but he was definitely naive. Naive enough to do whatever his best friend says and takes it as truth.

“I heard a relief is like a warm suction.” You told him, a playful glint wavering in your eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his eyes. “Warm suction?” He questioned.

“Yeah, like…sucking on them.”

He stared at you for a split second and his eyes widened with the tiniest gasp. “Like with my mouth?”

You nodded quickly, placing your hands in your lap. “I know friends help each other and you want to help right?” You reached to caress his wrist, his skin was soft and supple to the touch.

His words were caught in his throat, face burning from getting so intimate with you. But as your friend it was his duty to help you. He nodded his head, hyperaware of the air feeling thicker.

You gave him a warm, comforting smile, which also secretly hid the joy you find in having him in the palm of your hand. You grasped your tee shirt, tugging it over your head and you felt the cool breeze glide against your nipples.

It was a small amount of relief but it only made them more rigid. Michael practically drooled at your chocolate aerolas but shut his mouth realizing he’s supposed to be helping.

He felt weird looking at his bestfriend in this way, he hoped you couldn’t tell. He watched as you laid flat on the floor, and the tv fell to background noise.

The carpet felt fuzzy and rough against your back but that was the least of your worries. You just wanted to feel Michael’s mouth on you.

“Go ahead, just be gentle.”

Michael let out a shaky breath, crawling closer towards you before laying flat on his stomach. His mouth hovered right above your nipple and he looked at you for a final hint of permission.

You looked at his doe eyes, filled with curiosity and you nodded at him. Taking a deep breath, his tongue hesitantly licked at your peak making you gasp. The warm, wet sensation actually did provide relief to the ache.

But it came with pleasure. Too much of it.

Once he knew you were okay with his actions, he lapped a bit more confidently against your nipple. He swirled his tongue gently around the tip before sucking it into his mouth.

You clenched your eyes tightly, hands finding a grip on the short strands of the carpet. You couldn’t help but suck on your bottom lip to pacify your moans.

Michael’s eyes were closed as he created a small suction, sucking your nipple into his mouth. It felt beady, and fleshy, it was satisfying to him.

Your thighs clenched in hopes of finding relief from the sensation of your clit. Wet smacking noises hit your ears and you felt a small layer of spit coat the nub.

You tried to pant quietly but it felt so good, you probably could’ve came right there. Michael lifted his head to check on you, a faint line of spit connecting your nipple to his mouth, stretching until it snapped

A small breeze passed over your nipple once it was removed from his warm tongue and a shiver went up your spine. “Am I doing okay? Does it still hurt?” He asked. Small wet marks were across his chin and jaw, shining in glistening spit but the concern from his eyes never left.

It was a lovely sight to see. “You’re doing great, they’re feeling better,” you were itching to feel him again, and his passion to help made it no better. “Can you do the other one, please? This one is really sore.” You added a small pout for extra measure.

He didn’t hesitate nodding and shifting to the other side, and you stared in a daze of lust. In Michael’s caring fashion, he splayed his fingers on the underside of your boob.

“Is this making you uncomfortable?” He asked but all you could focus on was the way his fingers gently pressed against you. You wanted to feel them inside of you in all honesty.

“No, Mikey, go ahead.” You let out a shaky breath. His tongue once again slithered out, lapping at your nipple but with no hesitation. His eyes closed once again as if it was a calming moment to him, a contrast to your raging hormones.

His tongue slowly circled the nub, and it was one of the most intimate things you ever saw. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way his soft lips were separated, and his fingers gently massaged your skin, you felt a ball in your stomach. If he kept going you were going to cum right there on the floor, and you know you couldn't hide it.

A small wave of panic and arousal hit you at the same time, should you stop him? It felt so good you never wanted to stop but you also did not want to have an orgasm in front of him.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, suckling it into his mouth and releasing with a small pop. He repeated the action and your eyes rolled back. Your hand flew to his hair, gently grasping his curls.

“Michael, don’t stop.” You sighed. You’re so glad he didn’t ask questions. He just continued his actions, and his head began to slightly move in the process. He was truly getting into it as if he was licking ice cream.

He flicked your nipple with the tip of his tongue and your hips rocked back and forth as if you were grinding on something. God, you wish you were.

You took the hand across your underboob and and trailed it across your soft skin to your other nipple. “Can you rub it for me?” You asked, out of breath clearly. Michael was too caught up in his helpful activities to pay attention that you were on the verge of cumming right before his eyes.

His long fingers circled your other nipple, gently rolling it between his index and thumb. Your lips automatically folded inward, holding back your moans with everything you got.

The soft wet lapping mixed with his fingers and the fact it was Michael had you snap in an instant. You couldn’t fight the small whimper that tumbled from your mouth, and the way you clenched around nothing.

Your stomach contracted and your eyes rolled back as your legs slightly shook making Michael look at you. To see his surprise, you were in absolute bliss writhing on the floor under him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. You finally were pulled out of the clouds, trying to catch your breath. He noticed your glazed over eyes, your swollen lips from you biting on them, and the tremble in your thighs.

The Chinese food was long cold now along with the staticky tv that shut off in the midst. “I’m okay,” you panted. “Did I help atleast?”

“You helped a lot,” you felt your orgasm slowly seep out of your entrance and pooling in your underwear, and another idea popped into your head.

“I have another ache though, can you help?” You asked him with a tilt of your head.

“Of course, where?”

You reached and grasped his warm hand, and his eyes followed your movements.

You watched his face transform as you guided him to your tummy.

A look of concern.

You trailed it farther down to the waistband of your shorts.

A look of confusion.

Finally, you slipped his hand inside of your shorts letting him feel your soaked pussy.

A look of surprise.

“You wanna help right?”

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.

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.