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a/n: This is really short and rushed so I'm sorry if its awful
You had just arrived at the studio to see Michael on his break. Heโd been working on stuff for Thriller all day, and you promised him that you'd come see him.
You walked into the room, and your eyes immediately found Michael. You smiled when you saw him. But the minute you saw his sweater, your smile widened.
He had on the most precious pink Mickey Mouse sweater. He had a flannel underneath it that matched perfectly. What topped it off was his little bow tie.
Michael hurried over to you, a big smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your arms going around his neck. โHi, pretty girl,โ He said before he kissed your cheek.
When you pulled away, you couldn't help but admire his outfit up close. โOh baby, look at your sweater!โ You cooed. Michael ducked his head, smiling shyly at your affection. Your hands moved to his bow tie, gently touching it. โYour little bow tie.โ You poked out your bottom lip in awe.
He looked adorable, and you couldn't get enough of it. He hid his face in your neck, but you still felt him smile against your neck. โAw, baby, donโt be shy; you look so cute!โ You smiled as you ran your hands through his curls. He lifted his face, looking at you with a sweet smile.
You cupped one side of his face in your hand and kissed him gently. He smiled against your lips before kissing you back.
Childhood best friends, kissing, both are inexperienced, fluff, overthinking, first kiss for both, I think you get the point
Era: J5/TJ
1.2k words
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His room smelled like your perfume, and it was driving him insane.
You sat on his bed, your legs folded under you. Michael sat across from you, his knees against yours. He'd spent all night doing everything he could think of to make you laugh, and luckily, it was working. Though he didn't have to try very hard, you'd always thought he was hilarious. You guys had talked about everything under the sun, especially about what music he had been working on. You were the one person Michael could always count on to brighten his mood, regardless of the situation.
You absentmindedly placed your hand on his knee, tracing little patterns. It was something you always did when you were telling him a story. He was used to it, but for some reason, this time felt different. He froze for a split second before quickly trying to act natural. Luckily, you didn't notice, going on about something one of your friends said. "And get this!-" You continued, gently patting his knee excitedly. He couldn't help but grin at you and your excitement to tell him things. As you continued, he placed his hand on top of yours. You paused for a second, and he panicked. He pulled his hand away, and so did you. You both stared at each other before looking away, both of you embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep-" he said with an anxious tone. You smiled softly."It's okay, Mikey," you said before placing your hand back on his knee hesitantly. In an attempt to ease the tension, you continued your story. You couldn't help but hope he'd place his hand back on top of yours. When he finally did, you smiled at him gently.
When you finished talking, he began to tell you about a new song he'd been working on. After silently working up the courage, he intertwined his fingers with yours, which you could tell made him nervous. He squeezed your hand gently when he got to talking about his favorite part of the song, which you adored. You admired him as he talked, and you admired his talent. You love listening to him talk about music because you know it means so much to him.
Eventually, you both had nothing else to share. A comfortable silence fell over you both. While in that silence, you suddenly became painfully aware that you guys weren't dating. He was just holding your hand, casually? You tried not to think too hard about it; he was your best friend. Likewise, Michael was just as confused as you. He sat and wondered if you were going to pull your hand away. What if you got weirded out by holding your 'best friends' hand? He felt like he was suffocating. The scent of your perfume, holding hands, your knees pressed together, it was all too much. "I'm gonna use the bathroom," he announced, leaving the room a little too fast.
In the short time he was gone, you were panicking. Did he get uncomfortable? Did you make it weird? You shifted on his bed, sitting up against the wall. When he walked back into his room, you tried to hide the panic on your face. Instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. His back was propped up against the wall, too, but your bodies were pressed against each other. The comfortable silence had shifted into something else. It was all the times you'd both chickened out of confessing how you felt, the stares that were definitely not "friendly", him getting an uneasy feeling anytime you paid too much attention to his brothers.
Michael turned his head, looking at you. You noticed him turn his head, and you did the same. Now, you were staring at each other. Michael's breathing suddenly changed, and he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He noticed you glance at his lips, which made his heart beat faster. You shifted a little on the bed, facing him fully now as your eyes scanned his beautiful face. He raised his hand, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Instead of pulling his hand away, he moved it to cup the side of your face. His thumb caressed your cheek, your faces getting closer.
Michael had always thought you were beautiful, but over the years, that simple thought shifted into something else. He started to get flustered around you, which he tried very hard to ignore. After denying the thought for so long, he realized he couldn't anymore. It happened one evening at Hayvenhurst. Michael had brought you outside while he visited all his animals. When you got to his llama, Louie, your smile widened. You pet him gently before kissing the llama's cheek. His eyes stayed glued to your face, admiring your features. When you turned your head to look at Michael, you had the biggest smile on your face. Right then, it hit Michael. He was in love with you. Your gentleness, the way you smiled all the time, and how kind you were to everyone. All the things Michael adored about you suddenly meant so much more to him. He smiled back at you, his heart swelling with affection.
Your lips met, neither of you knowing what you were doing. It was hesitant at first, both of you trying to find some sort of rhythm. After accidentally bumping noses a few times and whispering apologies through soft giggles, the kiss slowly became more passionate, almost desperate. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck. As the kiss continued, you felt him falling apart. He became more needy, almost like he was chasing your lips. When you guys broke apart, you were both breathing heavily. He didn't take his eyes off your lips, like he wanted, no, needed, more. He leaned back in, this time with more passion. It was almost like you could feel how badly he'd been wanting this. Without breaking the kiss, he turned his body to lie back on his pillows before wrapping his arms around you. He gently pulled you down with him, your body fully pressed against his.
When you pulled away, you couldn't help but laugh at him. Your lip gloss was smudged all over his lips. He gave you a shy smile, leaning up to give you a sweet peck. You smile back as he lays his head back down. You wipe the lip gloss off for him, still grinning at him. You carefully climbed off him, lying down beside him. Michael wasted no time turning over so he could face you, which made you laugh again. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close again. You moved an arm to wrap around him, running your hand up and down his back. He smiled at the sensation, kissing you again. This time, the kiss was soft, like he was kissing something fragile.
Your eyelids grew heavy, but you fought against it. Michael noticed it, of course he did. He pulled you closer, letting you bury your face in his neck. Once you closed your eyes, sleep came quickly. Your hand that had been rubbing his back was now clutching a handful of his shirt. Michael kissed your temple gently, being careful not to wake you. He set a mental reminder to properly ask you on a date. But, for now, he was content to hold you in his arms.
Summary: Spencer had been having trouble sleeping so you came over. You woke up the next morning to your sweet boyfriend being very clingy.
Warnings: Fluff, kissing, hugging, just fluff
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You woke up in a familiar bed, but it wasnโt yours. You turn over, coming face to face with a still sleeping Spencer. Heโd been having trouble sleeping the last few nights, but you always helped him sleep better. You had come over to his place and fallen asleep with him. You smile softly at Spencer, sleeping peacefully beside you. You gently traced your finger along his jawline.
Youโd been running your hands through his hair and massaging his scalp for the past ten minutes. Suddenly, he moved under your touch. He began stir awake, his eyes fluttering open. He looked straight at you, a soft smile forming on his face when he saw you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, smiling against the skin. You both lay there for a while, enjoying slow mornings with your boy.
Summary: George comes in your dorm after his last class very clingy and sleepy.
Warnings: hugs, cuddling, kisses, ect.
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George hurried to your dorm the moment his last class ended. All he had thought about that day was you. He just wanted to be held and cuddled by his lover after a long day. He knocked on your door softly, praying you were in there. The moment you opened the door George launched himself at you, hugging you. You stumble backwards at the sudden force but you regain your stance and hug him back. โHi my baby,โ you say affectionately to the tall ginger boy. He just smiles against your shoulder, soaking in your touch. You pull away from him, not realizing how upset it would make him. George looked at you like a hurt puppy, pouting at you. โWhat baby?โ You ask confused. โI want loveโ He pouts angrily.
You giggle at his words and lay on your bed. You open your arms for him and once he notices his eyes light up. He launches himself into your arms and cuddles against your belly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and help himself close to you. You ran your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other hand rubbing his back. He smiles softly up at you as he feels his eyes get heavy. You lean down and kiss the top of his head softly. As you love on the boy you eventually hear his breathing slow down. You take a minute to make sure heโs truly asleep before you decide to close your eyes too. You fall asleep a few minutes later, both of you entangled in each other.
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A/n: This is rlly short but I think itโs sweet so Iโm posting it. Lmk if you enjoy it and if you have any tips PLEAAASSSEEEE lmk
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You woke up earlier than normal, needing to use the restroom. As you start to get up you feel George stir beside you. He opens his eyes slightly, just enough to see you standing up. He reaches out his veiny hand and grips your shirt, tugging it softly. โBaby?โ He calls out, his voice quiet and raspy. You smile gently at him, admiring the sleepy boyโs features. โIโve gotta use the bathroom baby, Iโll be right backโ You assure him. He whines softly and removes his hand from your shirt reluctantly. He pouts as you leave his dorm, refusing to close his eyes until you got back.
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You enter the room quietly, not knowing if heโd fallen back asleep. You smile and laugh a little when you see him pouting in the bed. His eyes light up when he sees you but his pouty expression stays glued on his face. You lay back down beside him, pulling the covers back over you. He immediately lays his head on your shoulder, cuddling into your side. You wrap an arm around him, your other arm occupied holding his hand. You gently stroke his hand with your thumb. He falls asleep after a little while, his soft snores confirming his sleep.
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Description: Seeing Spencer in his vest triggers something in you.
Warnings: No actual p in v, sexual talk, dirty thoughts, swearing, kissing, ect.
(No use of y/n)
A/n: I didnโt reread this bc Iโm scared that Iโll never post it if I do๐โโ๏ธ
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I havenโt taken my eyes off Spencer since he put that damn vest on. Itโs all I can think of, you canโt focus with him looking like that. I canโt help but stare as he walks around, earning a laugh from Morgan. I can only hope this goes by quickly. My thoughts are interrupted by Spencer calling me.
โBaby?โ He calls. I cant even register what he said, Iโm completely focused on that stupid vest. Morgan just snorts at me and I quickly glare at him. Spencer looks at us confused, clearly not getting what Morgan was laughing at. I finally focus my attention on Spencerโs face, which makes this feeling get worse. Spencer starts to go on a rant about something, Iโm not quite sure what. The only thing I could focus on was his hands as he spoke. Talking with them, giving me a clear view of the veins on his hands.
We finally arrive back at the hotel and Iโm in a complete daze. I rush to my room and drop all my things down, hurrying to get to Spencer. All I can hope is he has his glasses on. I hurry down the hallway, nearly bumping into a cleaning lady. I quickly apologize and hurry to his room. The moment Iโm there I start knocking on his door. I can feel myself get wetter the longer I stand there. Spencer opens the door, he smiles when he sees me. โHey Baby-โ heโs cut off by me shoving him out of the doorway so I could close the door behind me. I lock the door and turn to him, seeing his confused face. I walk up to him and grab the collar of his shirt to pull him down to my height. I smash my lips onto his harshly, practically losing control. Spencer pulls away, his face all red and heavy breathing. โWhat are you on about!โ He says. โYou, need youโ I speak. I canโt get a proper sentence out with the need for him getting stronger. Spencerโs face goes more red but he takes the hint. โLay on the bed babyโ He says softly. I hurry to the bed, Spencer close behind me.
He starts stripping my clothes, leaving just my bra and panties. He scans over my near naked body, his eyes of lust. He practically rips my bra off and stares at my tits. He leans down and takes one into his mouth. His tongue swirling around my nipple. I whine in pleasure, needing more of him. He smiles against my nipple and pulls away. He slips my panties down and pulls my legs apart. He lays between my legs, gripping my thighs. He takes his thumb and rubs it over my clit, teasing me. I gasp at the sudden pleasure, my hips bucking. He leans down and his tongue flicks between my folds. I cry out in pleasure and place my hands in his hair. I grip his hair as his tongue goes faster. He pulls his head out for just a second, my wetness covering his chin. He gives me a cheeky, crooked smile before diving back in. I scream out as I feel myself get close to release. โFuck Spence!โ I scream as I cum all over his face. He laps up every drop, smiling against my sensitive pussy as he does.
He sits up and I see his messed up hair from me. I giggle at the sight, and he gives me a soft smile. โI love you babyโ I say softly. Spence climbs on top of me, laying his head in between my boobs. โLove you tooโ He mumbles against my skin. I run my hands through his hair as he trails loving kisses on my bare skin.
Benoftheweek x reader (no gender specified, established relationship)
Warnings: None that I can think of
Fluff
Requested by @abbiedirectioner5
A/n: First fic in a while, pls be nice I lowk forgot how to do this
He unlocked your door and stepped inside, scanning the room to see if you were there. Soft music drifted from your bedroom, and he took a deep breath to calm himself before walking toward it.
โBaby?โ he called softly, waiting for you to turn around and look at him.
When you did, your eyes widened. Not because you didnโt like it, but because it was different. You stared at him for a few seconds, and Ben immediately assumed you hated it.
โDo you like it?โ he asked, his voice nervous.
You nodded slowly, taking in the new look. Then you walked toward him, smiling as you got closer. Gently, you ran your hands through his hair, making Ben smile with relief.
โI like it,โ you said softly. โI like it a lot.โ
That made Ben smile even harder, relieved that you liked his hair. After you stopped playing with it, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. He was glad you liked the new hair, but then again, youโd probably like any hair he had.
