Overheard
Contains: explicit content, strong language, sub! Michael, sub! Reader, 3rd person pov, black reader, oral (fem receiving)
Summary: Michael overhears his brothers talking about eating pussy and they made it sound so fun, so why not try it for himself?
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.
“I guess we should do that more often.” He giggled finally happy he gained a new experience.
















