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“WE'RE MOVING TO UTAH?” A tinge of animosity coated each and every word that came out of my mouth. It was summer, and the heatwave was already making my mood sour, and the whole ordeal about moving wasn't helping the overwhelming feelings surging through my body. My mom merely nodded, she attempted to speak, but only a small sigh bailed out of her mouth. I’ve moved city's twice; once when I was in Kindergarten, we moved to South Carolina after mom finally pulled her shit and decided to divorce our couch-bound, drunken excuse for a dad. The second time was when I was in seventh grade, mom had a win-win job offer in Oregon, which now leads me here. For five years, I’ve been living peacefully in Oregon, Seaside. It's not exactly the safest place to live in especially when it's the rainy season, but the sea makes up for it.

So, imagine the disappointment that's written on my face the moment my mom dumped the news on me without aftercare at all. “Mom, we had this ‘talk’ already, we’re not moving to Utah,” I defensively stammered, my grip on the microwave handle tightened as I slammed it open with force, causing it to tumble slightly. “I'm not doing this shit with you, Y/N. Again.”

The silence pierced the air for a short while. “But, this isn't fair. I’ve already made my own friends here, what happened back then was just exaggerating bullshit!"

"Look, mom. This town is peaceful, I don't care if a group of fucked up assholes harassed the shit out of me during school, my friends are here to back me the fuck up, if they trynna beat me up again I could just-”

"That's the thing, Y/N. We moved to this town for your safety and my own, I know you're spewing out comforting words to ease my marbles. But if I found out my child’s being harassed on a daily basis like it's already a normal thing to happen, I'm gonna take action. And if that concludes us moving somewhere else and leaving this behind, then I will do it.”

I watched the frustration gnaw at my mother's face, and hear a slight tremble in her voice, and for a short while—I was looking at a mother who would sacrifice everything just for the sake of her own child’s safety. She looks pissed and worried, and I'm slowly coming to understand it. But still, I wasn't ready to let go of the memories I had with my folks here. It is true, while the bullying and the harassing took a shit toll on my mental health, I never made it a big deal. Those people were just insecure, thinking fear would make them dominant to others, my friends were always there backing my sorry ass up whenever I stumbled down, and hearing the fact that I need to leave them behind? It made my heart throb with anxiety, I fear that my friends will be the next target.

“You're a child, Y/N. Not a punching bag, do me a favor and think of your well-being for once, yeah?”

A groan slipped out of my me, I grabbed the warm pizza and started shoving it into my mouth, my movements weren't serene nor calm. I was purposely bumping on things and making a scene in the kitchen. “Don't give me that attitude, young man. Go to your room and start packing."

-

One thing’s for certain, God definitely detest my being. Because if He doesn't then why should I have to suffer like this? I had my food on my hand and a glass full of orange juice, sitting on my desk as I fumbled the zipper of my duffle bag. It was barely even past 9 O’clock yet I'm already yawning my ass off. Setting all this aside, I should probably ring their phone's, I don't have any intention to just disappear on ‘em all of the sudden, I trotted my way on the edge of the bed, the telephone sitting idly on my bedside table next to those awfully, iridescent lamp and a few shell knick knacks. The first person I wanted to talk to was Anya, out of six of them—she’s by far the most understandable and smartest person I’ve talked to, I'm pretty sure she'll be able to handle telling everyone about my situation.

I nervously started punching each button, and suddenly, nausea started grumbling in my stomach the moment a small ‘beep’ started echoing through the other side of the phone, I was already planning how I’ll explain. But I'm pretty sure the moment I hear her voice I’ll whimper away in a small corner. Eventually, someone picked up. “Hello?" There she was, her melodious soprano voice ringing in the telephone, for a short moment I feel relieved, and then a sudden weave of sadness shot me. "Anya? Hey, I thought you’re busy developing pictures or something.” An awkward laugh bellowed out of my mouth, Anya laughed along.

"Nah, it's closed. Frehley's on a break so no one's running the shop, I gotta wait for a while." Anya melodramatically sighed. "I should've convinced dad to let me get my own photo developer shop or whatever, I can get great money out of that.”

"Yeah, but isn't it expensive? It's good for business but it feels like you lose a huge portion of money." I argued. Anya could only hum, almost as if trying to find a loophole to prove her point. “Or I could charge them about $25 dollars? If I multiply that to a whole month I’d get $750. And if I multiply it to a year, I’d get $9,125. Minus the expenses with the items and rent for the shop, sounds like a great deal?”

Did her family raise an idiot? I wanted to go there and blow a punch to her face. “Rent costs like $1,000 a month, darl." A disappointed silence welled in the air for a while before Anya cursed out. “Fuck."

Right, like I said, Anya is by far the most understanding and smartest person in the group, I forgot to add ‘Emotionally’, in terms of her little entrepreneurship plan, she kinda lacks common knowledge in that department. But still, she's understanding. This little banter we had somehow lifted my soul. Surprisingly, Anya’s naiveness can be quite funny, that's definitely her best trait.

“I'm moving to Utah on Saturday." I spurred out, judging by the silence, I can already make out the face that Anya’s making behind the phone. “She wasn't convinced?"

“Fuck no. I already said I'm fine, she's just a bit of a lunatic sometimes."

“Y/N, I'm gonna be forward with you, but it's for your best too. No matter how much you try to prove the fact that it doesn't bother you, it bothers all of us." Anya heaved, it sounded more like she's disappointed with me rather than my mom. “I know, but like I told you, I'm fine. If I leave, they'll definitely go after all of you guys.” I reasoned out.

"Y/N, c’mon man. Please, just leave. You already did us so much favor, what about you? Don't you think it's a little unfair on your end?” Anya asked, for some odd reason, my mouth began to dry out, and instead of forming an argument, I could only sigh. "See, that's what I thought. Now go, I’ll tell the others, and I'm sure as fuck they'll understand. Go start over somewhere. I'm one call away,Y/N. And we all care for you, as much as you cared for us."

The call ended abruptly, and I was left feeling a hollow emptiness in my stomach. My eyes followed the duffle bag, placed on the center of my room, semi-filled with clothes and other essentials. My wardrobe was an absolute mess, my hand reached to run a finger on my temples, and then I started packing once again. Goodbye Oregon, I suppose.

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I stared outside the car window, the sweet wind of the seaside kissed my cheeks goodbye. I held on tightly to my walkman as I tried to focus on the song blowing in my headset—but it wasn't helping, because I was listening to Jeff Buckley’s song named Last Goodbye. As melodramatic as that sounded, Jeff Buckley's songs just fuels such a sad, yet comforting feeling ever known to humankind. For the whole car ride, I could only feel my own heart dropping into the pits of my stomach, and the urge to cry stuck in the back of my throat. All I can remember was my friends, the memories I had, the ocean. I will miss the soft white sand, the way the sunlight greets me with a precise feeling that only Oregon could ever make me feel. Here I am, stuck in the notion of denial, stuck in the fact that I'm leaving a core memory of me behind.

“Y/N, you ought to remember, change will always be inevitable." My mom spoke out of the blue as she steered the wheel. “Maybe Utah will give you a better start."

“But that's different, I can't just replace the excitement and joy I felt living in this city!" I frustratingly grumbled. And my mom could only nod in pity. “I understand, sweetheart. But know it's for the better, I’m sure you’ll make great memories in Utah." I did my best not to stifle a hiccup. “I don't want to leave everyone behind."

I vaguely remember sniffling a little and then falling into a deep sleep. The songs beaming in my ears paired with the exhaustion that my body felt—I remember dreaming the first time I went to Oregon, I was in seventh grade, completely clueless and introverted, yet I strived to meet others and create a new blossoming friendship. I remember the first time I entered the local high school down the streets and eventually getting along with the outcasts, as well as the disadvantages that come with being friends with them. But yet, I didn't have the heart to leave them be, knowing that all of them were all facing discrimination against other arrogant people. It was such a warm memory.

By the time mom and I arrived at the airport station—it was almost evening. I tried my best to relax on my seat, looking at the small window sitting next to me; greeted by darkness and flickering lights. I'm leaving, and it felt heavy. I distracted myself, reading out books, listening to music, taking small naps, but it felt longer with each passing minute.

It was 12 O’clock when we arrived at the Utah station. I helped my mom find our stack of bags, I can see how worn out she looked. Sunken dark circles underneath her eyes, chapped lips, and droopy eyelids. I offered to do the rest of the work, and gladly she allowed me. It was a good thing that my aunt lives in the same state as me and my mom's, if it wasn't, we’d have a hard time trying to travel to where we ought to live. My ass felt numb from all the sitting that I did, and my limbs felt so tired even though all I did was to just sit. My auntie indulged me into small stories of how her and my mom used to act, all while staying focused on the road, I would occasionally stifle out a laugh, sometimes mom would join in and both of them would be either arguing or bantering, but even so, it was enough to make me happy.

Auntie parked her car in the garage, swiftly moving out to open up the trunk to help my mom settle bags into our house a few blocks away, I would've helped both of them, but my auntie insisted that I crash on her couch because in her defense, my eyes were already on the verge of closing. And so I went ahead and entered my aunt's house, greeted by a friendly orange cat and small tuxedo cat who were carefully nudging my legs and smelling my socks as if trying to memorize my scent. Supposedly, I was going to give them a few pets, but the whole traveling fiasco had taken a toll on my energy, and I ended up collapsing on the couch not so long after.

-

I was greeted by the smell of eggs and bacon, and the sound of something sizzling in the kitchen. I regained my consciousness, and when I cautiously sat up, I realized that a blanket was carefully draped on me, as I remembered, I don't think I grabbed a blanket before I crashed, so it's either my mom decided to take the courtesy of wrapping me in a warm bundle, or my auntie did it.

“Y/N, you're up. Your mom’s in your new house, rearranging everything. You should eat first before going. C’mon, I made you breakfast; Eggs, bacon, toasties and some mashed potatoes." Auntie rang, as she turned the stove off and diligently tended to the dining table, I gave a nod and sat on the empty seat.

“Thanks, aunt Celia.” I purred, grabbing my spoon and fork as I started to dig in, my aunt could only hum in reply as she started to eat her breakfast too. My heart still aches, but I don't feel nervous. Utah, Hurricane is somewhat growing a good reputation to me, maybe mom was right on her part.

I eventually had to bid goodbye to my aunt, as I made my way down the sidewalk, familiarizing the street I'm in. When I got home, I noticed the house looked more comfortable rather than an empty, plain space of nothingness. My mom was snoozing on the couch, I hummed. Adjusting her sleeping stature as well as the blanket. The heatwave should be hot in Oregon, the temperature in Utah was much colder than expected. And suddenly, I missed the sweat sticking on my skin once again. I want to see the ocean.

DATING MICHAEL was one of the greatest gifts life had given you. he was sweet and soft when it comes to you but was rough and rocky when it comes to people surrounding him. you noticed how much of a big softie he really was since then. how he tries to deny he's soft when it comes to his siblings and how outright he was protective off of you over nothing.

you once again collapsed for the 3rd time in this month, and your condition is even worse; having to lose huge amount of blood while collapsing headfirst on a hard wood, what surprised you was that you're alive and barely breathing.

noticing how droopy your eyes were, bags forming under because of the endless amount you cried last night. your hands were frail and pale and so was your face.

your body had grown weak. and you couldn't walk without a cane or even a wheelchair. you're stuck inside this hospital once again, the smell was familiar, to be honest this hospital was your second home because you're always confined in.

the doctor and you had the talk, informing you about small chances of living in a month or so, you knew it since the start.

that you'll die in this hospital and leave everyone out. but still it cuts you deep, you don't want to die yet, you still wanted to marry him. Michael Afton.

but you couldn't do anything to prevent it anyway, no matter how much you're trying your best to survive you knew you'll die soon.

you were due by the end of the month. you don't have any guts to tell Michael or even Rephrase it, afraid that he'll go through even worse. you wish you could've told him about it. but you're too weak.

Today was your last day. the sound of the soft 'beeps' and the IV attached on your hand was heavily nostalgic. Michael's head nesting the crook of your neck while saying sweet nothings to your ears.

how he will take care of you and marry you once you're out of the hospital, how he will do anything to keep you alive and safe by his side. you wanted to cry; you don't wanna leave him. deciding to suck it up as you hummed softly.

"I love you N/N. I swear once I'm out that hellhole I will take care of you, and be the best boyfriend you've ever had. I will take care of you and give whatever you want." he said

"I love you too Michael." you whimpered, shifting your hands and clasping it to his. Michael smiled and softly kissed your jawline. holding your hands so gently as if you'll break in his hands.

he had always wanted to marry you considering that you're barely in your 20's. he is 16 and you were 15. 1 year age gap.

Today would be your last day before tomorrow you'll be put down and be set free. it sounds good having to not live in pain anymore, but still. you don't want to let go.

Michael had already gone home, he said his Father will get mad at him for staying up even late, you've always told him to always go home early and take care of himself, but he never listens to you anyway and insist that he'll do just fine.

the moon light filling the whole room, it felt so relaxing and relieving. your eyes had gone heavy and the next thing you knew you were off to sleep.

Sept 14 1985.

[MONDAY]

your breathing had stopped already. and the last thing you did was smile feebly. today, Michael woke up a bit too late, it wasn't a surprise because he came home quite later than usual.

deciding to stop by at some flower shop to give you some flowers. and like what his friends advised him to do; to be cautious with which flowers to give as each indicates different meanings.

he decided that, Pastel Carnations; both red and white, and a Red Roses he would give. he chuckled proudly as he left the flower shop with a bouquet on his hands.

soon as he stopped at the hospital he couldn't contain himself, knowing that you'll love these and because he had always wanted to give you a gift.

"a-ah...! Michael! I'm glad seeing you here." Mother M/N said, her voice was horse and she looks like a mess, Michael felt quite saddened because of what she had to go through.

"Mother M/N, I'm glad to see you here. how was Y/N?" as soon as Michael mentioned about the recently deceased person, M/N couldn't contain herself and cried. to which Michael looked over at her; puzzled.

"a-are you okay?! here sit here, please calm down for a little bit, everything will be fine." Michael panicked, letting her sit on an empty seat by the hospital lobby.

"y- Y/N .. mY POOR Y/N..!" she weeps.

Michael gently pat her back, letting her cry out every pain and misery she kept hidden inside of her.

however, poor Michael didn't seem to crack the code yet. all he knew was M/N cried because she was worried over Y/N.

"w-what happened Mother M/N? is.. Y/N alright?!" his face tainted with anxiety and trepidation. the bouquet he had bought sat on his lap as he comforts M/N.

"my poor baby..! didn't make it! they were in pain and I c-couldn't do anything.." Michael looked over at her; his heart racing and pumping way too hard. his eyes starting to get even watery.

there's no way you're dead right? you were healthy and doing just fine the past few weeks?!

"Mother M/N, n-now's not the time to be joking around y'know..?" he was smiling as if she was joking. she didn't even replied, loudly weeping. Michael's smile gone into a frown, as tears and tears flowing at the side of his eyes. his eyes fluttered and soon enough he remained silent.

denial, confusion, anger and sadness. all mixed in and diluted with every emotions he was feeling. you're not dead. no, you're still here, just hanging around inside of your room and waiting for him.

his hand on his mouth, muffling every moans and yells he makes. the bouquet had already slipped from his lap to the floor. as he lets himself cry harder and harder.

next thing he knew. he had gone to a very depressive and went into a hiding for 3 days.

your funeral had ended. Michael didn't get to set a glimpse upon your pale looking face. your mom was right. you were dead. and you didn't even bother to tell him that you're gonna die soon.

tears after tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. your dad was standing right beside him. tracing circles on his back while your mother stood behind Michael, still crying.

"Michael. Y/N loved you so much, even after they were put down, you were the last thing they've wanted to see before they die." F/N choked into a sobbing fit, his voice trembling and M/N was crying too.

Michael couldn't talk, his voice was husky and he couldn't think of anything except you. he nodded.

"here. take this, Y/N took their time writing this. and they wanted to give it to you once they're dead." F/N with a box on his hand, handed it over to Michael; he even insisted to get Michael home, but Michael turned them down, saying that he'll be alright.

now he is stuck inside his dark room. with nothing but a box on his hand. the only source of his solace. opening the box as his eyes widened.

pictures of you and him, a bunch of recorders; music and some were recordings of you doing dumb teen stuff. and a tiny handsewn teddy bear that you were so proud of. he knew he's gonna miss you. he wants no one but you.

his eyes were swollen and he couldn't cry anymore. he held the teddy bear close to his chest, as he plays the video recording of you and him.

"why.. why did you leave me..?" he muttered, his body trembling.

now that you're gone, he felt lost. and everything doesn't seem so entertaining to him anymore.

losing you means losing himself.

DRIVING BACK home was exhausting after a weekend of endlessly pleasing the staffs in the company you worked on, heck, you were submerged with a hell ton of paperwork that you forgot to take care of yourself.

nonetheless, all you wished was to go back home, and be pampered by your loving boyfriend; Michael afton.

however, Michael was left alone and worried over your health. you never had the chance to answer his phone calls because of how occupied you were with your paperworks and other constitutional stuff, despite that; he knows you're busy, but the wariness began to engulf him whole to the point where he started overthinking.

you knew you had to so something to be forgiven because of your actions. and you came up with a plan to do so.

Michael had heard you pull off in the garage, and all of his worries started to wash off of his shoulders, knowing that you came back home; safe. but he was still mad deep inside because you left him to worry.

you looked worn out; scruffy uniform and your tousled hair, but you still managed to look pretty in his eyes. Michael smiled, opening his arms for you to crawl in, and you did so. the warmth of his body gave you solace and you were thankful.

"I'm sorry I left without telling you that I'll be busy." your voice; hoarse and tired. Michael nodded, tracing circles behind your back.

"it's fine, Y/N, you didn't intend to leave me, you're fine and that's what matters to me" your heart was beating faster, hearing his voice seems to put you on ease.

you leaned closer to his face, giving him a lovingly and lustful kiss, Michael indulged into it, nipping on your bottom lip for consent, and you immediately opened your mouth letting him wonder across your mouth.

you moaned, draping your arms to his neck as his was wrapped around your waist. tapping on his shoulders rapidly as you reached your limits. you both pulled away, chasing your breathe. Michael looked upon you; Lust filled eyes.

you leaned in to whisper in his ears "Michael, please devour me whole, I'm yours to toy with tonight. let your desires control you" your voice tainted with seduction; you noticed the tent on his Pajamas, he was pent up and couldn't hold himself no longer.

soon enough, Michael had took you in his arms, carrying you bridal style as he leads you to his bedroom; you know exactly where this would go down.

your uniform was ripped open, your wrist was harshly tied upon the bed frames. he was rough with you, and you liked it. he started nipping and toying with the hard bud. you couldn't help but let out a whimper.

Michael took your pants, leaving you on your underwear, you wanted to break free out of this cuffs. Michael seems to notice your struggle and chuckled.

"my, you have a lot of punishments to endure, you fucking slut." you swear you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach, him talking down about you turned you on so much. Michael took of his bottoms, his dick sprung up, it was hard and twitching. his hands traveled down your thighs, stopping on your underwear, pulling it off and throwing it down your bed.

his hands wrapping around his already hard cock, pumping it up and down before putting it close to your hole. nudging your hole with his dick — you knew he was teasing you, you were so high with the pleasure that you started rocking your hips.

"look at how messy you are for me." he leaned in close to your neck, nipping and sucking on your neck as he starts thrusting inside of you. you were squirming underneath him, you looked so cute, so small and so weak. Michael bit his lip, seeing you all submissive for him made him go feral. he wanted to wreck you.

suddenly he shoved his whole length in, causing you to quiver, eyes wide and mouth open, you let out a mewl as he started moving in and out rapidly.

"AHhn.. Mikey — slow down pleasee.." you begged but he seems to pretend and not hear you as he wrecked your insides. you looked so ethereal with that cute bulge on your lower belly. he watched as you moan and beg for him.

soon enough you reached your high, moaning loudly. your lower body felt so numb; it's not even a surprise if you couldn't walk tomorrow or even for a week. you let Michael use you as you couldn't do nothing but to watch him grunt and moan; softly whimper as he humps you like a pillow.

Michael on the other hand was busy pleasuring himself. the sharp pain on his bladder made him shiver; but he was too drunk over the endless amount of pleasure you were giving him. you were too busy moaning underneath him, your vision clouded by lust and blur because of your tears.

Michael couldn't hold himself, back arching as he slams over you incredibly fast. you felt his dick twitch inside of you as he lets out a string of curses after curses.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck! oh God, you feel so good..! I wanna cum, I wanna fill you up inside." he whimpers.

warm liquid, gushed inside of you. as he pisses himself inside of your tight hole. it felt so hot and you felt so full. you moaned, feeling his hot piss and cum spill inside of you. reaching your high once again as you shuddered underneath him. legs feeling numb as his piss and cum started flowing out of your poor abused hole.

Michael kept himself inside of you, as he collapsed right on top of your warm chest, your heartbeat was fast, and you were breathing way too hard.

slowly, your drowsiness took over you, as your eyes started closing.

YOU'RE SUCH a sweet heart, you love to spoil everyone to bits, and that explains how Michael acts like a huge brat when the main attention isn't him, either because you're busy/dozing off/or even distracted by the littlest things; He'll always demand for your attention and who are you to deny?

everytime he goes back home, his hair disheveled, the terror in his baby blue eyes; and the tears sweeping from his eyes to his cheeks, his body cold from the sweat and bloodied scratches to prove how much he's trying his best to survive through the night, he would shiver even from the lightest touch; He's traumatized.

and you being such a cute little Male wife you'd tend to his scars, praise him and comfort him throughout the night; you're always so soft when it comes to everything that even he, Michael was scared of touching you because he's afraid he'll taint the innocence off of you. every night you're always used to the feeling of the empty space beside you, and you would hope for any kind god out there to protect Michael from any means of harm, and then he'd go home; to your sweet and warm embrace that he'd anticipate every now and then, he'd always come home looking like a mess, it didn't matter, he's still pretty in your eyes — of course his job is nowhere near from being normal I mean imagine trying to watch over killer animatronics and surviving the whole night.

he's an amazing husband and you'd make sure that no one tries to hurt him, for him; you're his saviour, the light and the only thing keeping him motivated and alive(except trying to deal with his shit father's mess).

now you're here, lost in the path of pleasure whilst keeping your composure, your lower body trying it's best to not collapse because of the immense pleasure Michael's giving you. his huge cock warming your velvet walls, you could've sworn you saw stars while your cunt is being pounded by the one and only; Michael afton.

your pleas and sobs echoing through the hallways, it turns him on, breathe hitch as you feel a knot form in your stomach, you whimpered as Michael toyed with your nipples, his mouth connected to the back of your neck; Nipping and biting on your skin, he groans feeling your walls clamp on his dick.

"M-mike.. hah — I c-can't no more..!" you mewled, your body drowned in euphoria. Michael on the other hand was the same, his hands reached to toy with your clit; alas you finally came on his dick, your upper body collapse on the soft comfort of your bed, "H-hahh... mmhm~" you moaned.

Michael whimpered, your walls are still clamping on him tight as he moves in a very rough phase, you couldn't contain your excitement, your eyes rolled at the back of your head.

"such a dirty whore you are, heh, wait till I cum inside of this tight pussy of yours and get you pregnant" his eyes filled with nothing but lust, it turns you on so much.

"ugh..! Mike! slOw down..!" you plead but he was too pussy drunk to even notice your pleas.

"fuck fuck fuck, oh fuck, you feel so good, y-your pussy feels so good" he cursed, it didn't take long till he starts shooting his load inside of your hole, "such a naughty boy hah.. I want to fuck a baby inside you so much.." as he muttered curses after curses. he collapsed right beside you; as he tries to catch his breathe, but oh won't he get away without an extreme punishment, here he thought he was done toying with you, he won't get away with it.

Michael felt you shift on top of him, his eyes wide open while looking at you; puzzled.

"Y-y/n what do you think you're—" his words were cut off as he felt your hand pump his dick hard again, he stifled a moan as his body convulsed at the sudden pleasure. soon enough you let his rock hard cock slip inside of your aching pussy, he let out a loud moan, it was a nice view if Michael would be honest, your pussy filled with his cum; claiming your insides, his dick sticking inside of you, your lustful face and your messy hair on display; just for him.

'not enough...' you thought as you shoved his whole dick inside of you, earning a bump on your belly, your eyes rolled, back arching and your hands gripped on the blankets, Michael bottomed out, you look so beautiful and lustful at this point, not only that he noticed the evident bulge forming on your belly, his face reddened. you didn't give him enough time to adjust as you move up and then down roughly making sure that his dick is fully inside of you.

"Hah..! y/n, please!" Michael sobbed, soon enough you moved again, but very fast and rough, Michael couldn't speak no more, his mind blank as your pussy pounds on his dick, you're both a moaning mess.

Michael couldn't contain himself and came inside of you, you didn't stopped at all, no matter how much Michael tries to tell you that he couldn't come anymore; you won't listen.

round after round after round rolled by, you lost count of how much he cummed inside of you, but it didn't matter. you noticed the bump on your lower body, right it was his cum bulging inside of you, he had come so so much inside. Michael laid there, eyes filled with tears and his face flushed with a red hue because of what you did. his cum flowing out of your abused pussy, while his dick was still plunged in to prevent it from flowing out so much, the sight alone was enough to make Michael hard again.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 — fucking Michael 'till his dumb and drunk over your hole/cunt, his huge cock twitching over the pleasure while his mind is hazy.

fuck his cock dry, manipulate the fuck out of him, saying sweet shits; "there there, mikey, everything will end sooner, such a cute little thing, let mommy/daddy handle you, pretty boy." letting him believe you only to crush that dream as you go up and down his dick, milking him as he cries and cries for you to go faster and harder.

edge him and stop when he's about to cum, let him beg for your sweet little mouth or hands to pump over his rock hard dick, then overstimulate him, watch him mewl and squirm under your soft touch.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 — fucking him on the car at the side of road, give him quickies in a public bathroom, see his face go beet red as he tries to hold back his moans, biting his lips until it bleeds, suddenly you kiss him to prevent it from scarring.

choke him while you're on top of him, watch this man so submissive while letting the cutest sounds.

let him dominate you as he compliments you about how small you are compared to his 6'2 ass, he pounds your hole/cunt so hard that you won't even walk anymore, suddenly, a bulge forms on your belly, that helps with his confidence knowing fully damn well that bulge is his dick.

whether you're a man or not, he will always convince himself to stuff you full of his cum to impregnate you, while he places his hot palms on your stomach while fantasizing about fucking a baby in you.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 — tying him on your bed frame as you do sadistic shits on him(of course with consent). his heart shaped eyes tearing up over the pain and pleasure you give him, eventually he shoots his cream inside of you; catching his breathe.

after an intense sex, he won't pull out, maybe because he's tired or just lazy, which leads to cock warming him, he was tempted by your wet walls wrapping around him way too tightly that he couldn't get ahold of himself and came again.

of course there will be an aftercare, aftercare with Mikey is the sweetest, he'll clean you up and if you want a shower he will insist on carrying you(maybe because you went too far and now you can't feel your legs, but it was worth it:P)he'll spoil you and smooch you whether you like it or not.