Baby Boy

Notes

- kinda based off this gif of my baby (is it just me or does it look like he doesn't have a shirt under that hoodie?) This is the Michael we're dealing with here

- smol Mikey is my fave okay, cute little submissive Mikey makes me want to cry

- virgin! Mikey, shy! Mikey, experienced! Reader,

- you have to watch Mikey because his parents don't trust him alone and you used to be great friends and you end up taking more than good care of him (17/16)

- the first heterosexual imagine I've written in ages, be proud of me

- the beginning is really long idk why

- I wrote this while listening to We Don't Have To Dance by Andy Black... idk the song is rad

Your point of view

"Yeah, I know mum." I huffed, interrupting her. "I have to watch the dweeb until seven o'clock tobight."

"He is not a dweeb (Y/N), he's your best friend." She scolded me as she parked in front of his house. "Go on. His parents just left, the door should be unlocked and he should be in the living room."

"Alright. Bye mum." I said and after she returned it, I slammed the car door shut. I walked up to the front door and twisted it open.

I walked in and then closed the door. "Michael?" I called out as I locked the door. I heard music coming from upstairs and I huffed as I walked up the stairs

"Michael, you were supposed to be downstairs." I said and then saw him sitting on his bed. An electric guitar was perched on his lap, a metal slider on his ring finger as he glided them across the strings.

I blinked a few times and he finally looked up. He jumped and then his his body behind his guitar. "W-What are you doing in my room?" He squeaked, reaching for his blanket and yanking it over his head ungracefully.

I winced as his guitar rang out horribly, the sound of his body hitting the strings escaping the amp. "You were supposed to be downstairs, that's all." I said and he nodded, the blanket moving by his head.

I left his room and then closed the door, a little weirded out at how quick his reaction was when he saw me. I shrugged and then went into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips since Karen told me whatever was in there was mine aswell.

I sat down on the couch and then turned my phone on, scrolling through my Instagram. I rolled my eyes as my 'best friend' took a video of her and my ex walking through a park.

I went to her account and unfollowed her, not wanting to see that on my timeline. I reached into the bag and then pulled a chip out, munching on it as I caught videos one of my friends posted.

It was at our school, a video of the talent show that happened a few weeks ago. It was of Michael's band, and they played some original sing called Beside You.

I watched the video and then double clicked it as I heard Michael walk downstairs, this time with a thin, oversized grey hoodie draped over his body. Black skinny jeans clung to his legs and half of his face was covered with his hair, as always.

I looked back at my phone, wondering if that confident boy onstage, bouncing around with excitement and tearing through that guitar solo, was the same boy who blushed when he saw me in his doorway and threw a blanket over himself to hide.

I shrugged and then Michael looked at me. "Um, (Y/N), c-can you knock before you g-go in my room please?" He asked me shyly and I nodded.

"Yeah." I said and he nodded again before walking upstairs. "Hey Michael," I said and he stopped, looking at me. "You guys did great at the talent show, did you win?" I asked and he shifted awkwardly.

"N-No, we got s-second place. The judge said our i-instruments were off w-with our singing." He said and I nodded.

"That's bullsh.it, I think you guys did amazing." I told him and he smiled, thanking me with bright red cheeks and a small glimmer in his green eyes.

He went upstairs and I stretched a bit, throwing my phone on the couch. I was bored.

I rolled the bag up and then went into the kitchen. I put the chips back and then washed my hands before wiping them on my shorts. I grabbed a water bottle and then heard Michael play guitar again, this time the amp was set a little quieter than before.

If you listened hard enough, you could hear him singing, so that's what I did.

The song was familiar, very familiar, I just couldn't pin-point it. So I stood here, arms crossed, breathing quiet, just to try and see if I could hear over the guitar being played.

"I've dreamed about you nearly every night this week, how many secrets can you keep?" I heard very faintly and I smiled smally.

He was playing Artic Monkeys.

I went upstairs and then knocked on his door. When he didn't answer, I twisted the know and walked in. I looked at him, his back to me as he played the song.

When he finished, he looked up and saw me in the screen of his computer. "I-I thought I said to knock?" He asked as he turned the amp off.

"I did, you didn't hear it. So technically, I did as you said." I told him and he turned to face me, his pale cheeks red. "You listen to them?"

"That's n-not what I meant b-by knock first." He muttered and I chuckled as I crossed my arms, walking around his room. "Um, yeah, I l-love Artic Monkeys."

He raised his hand and then pointed to the post above his television. He had tons of posters; Green Day, Paramore, All Time Low, The 1975, Artic Monkeys, Of Mice And Men, My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, so much more. "You listen to all these bands?"

He nodded, his hair bouncing in his face. "Yeah! I love them." He said excited and stared at his All Time Low poster. "They're the ones who-who made me want to be a musician." He said and I nodded.

"What's your favourite album?" I asked as I sat on his bed, careful not to look too comfortable in here. "I like Nothing Personal."

"Same." He said and nearly bounced up and down in excitement. "The thing is, my favorite song is The Irony Of Choking On A Lifesaver, but it's not on that album so it's kinda weird." He told me.

"That's cool." I said and nodded. "What's your favorite The 1975 song?"

"I like Me," he answered and I nodded. "You?"

"Funny, I like You." I said and he blushed so hard as we laughed. "You blush a lot." I pointed out and he covered his cheeks.

"Don't look at me!" He said and I laughed as I stood up. He covered his face with his sleeve covered hands and I attempted to pull them away. "No, I'm weird. Don't. My cheeks are always red."

"Hey hey hey, no, you're not that weird." I said and chuckled, finding it cute that he was so... insecure? Was that the word to use? Regardless, the way he acted was cute. "Come on Mikey, get your hands off of your face."

After a bit of coaxing, he finally pulled his hands off of his face. I smiled at him and he looked at me. "There you go Mikey." I said and no surprise, his cheeks went red.

"D-Did you mean that?"

"Mean what?"

"Y-You said I'm c-cute." He told me and I laughed as I realized I must have said that outloud. "Why are you l-laughing?" He asked and I realized that he probably thought I was laughing at him.

"Yes I meant it," I told him honestly and he looked at me. "You're adorable." I said and he blushed.

"You're p-pretty too (Y/N)." He said and I chuckled.

"Thank you Mikey." I said and he gave me a hug. "Oh," I said and then hugged him back. I set my chin on top of his head since we were roughly around the same height. "Hugs are cool."

He nodded and I chuckled, rubbing his back gently. I ran a hand through his hair, wondering why it took me so long to talk to the boy again. "Missed you Mikey." I told him honestly and he nodded.

"Missed you too (Y/N)." He told me and looked at me. "Why-Why did you just... you just dropped me? Like-Like I was nothing." He said, his eyes watering.

"I'm so sorry Mikey," I said and kissed his forehead. "I had personal problems and I just cut myself off from everyone. I should have told you." I told my younger friend and he sniffled.

"I-I thought I did something wrong." He told me and I shook my head. "I thought you found someone better to be around than the weird kid in the grade under with weird hair and unrealistic dreams."

"No, I didn't, I never would." I told him and laughed. "I like your hair Mikey, it's not weird, and those dreams, they're possible, promise." I said and smiled, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

We stared at each other for a bit, and I had the strange urge to kiss him. Maybe it's because his lips were so full and red, or maybe it's because he's looking at me like I'm the most important person in the world.

I pressed a kiss against his soft lips and he kissed me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I kept mine around his neck. My fingers tangled into his long, blonde hair, tugging softly.

I bit his bottom lip and he parted them for me hesitantly, as if he didn't know what to do. Maybe...Maybe he didn't know.

I pulled away abruptly at the thought and he opened his eyes, looking at me. "You-You have kissed someone before right?" I asked and his cheeks went red.

He shook his head and I felt like I could pass out. "I'm sorry." I said and he looked at me confused.

"I-I liked it though," he said quietly and I looked at him. "Why are you sorry?"

I thought about the reason, and there really was none. I mean, if he liked the kiss, it's not one he'll regret, so that's good?

"I-I don't know." I said and laced our fingers together slowly. He chuckled awkwardly and I kissed his cheek. "You really do blush a lot."

"Only around you." He told me and I laughed lightly. "C-Can you kiss me again?" He asked and I nodded.

I pressed my lips against his and he kissed back immediately. I chuckled and ran my hands through his hair as he slid his hands up my back.

I blushed as I felt something against my thigh, and when Michael whimpered at a small movement, I knew my suspicions were correct. "I um, I didn't, uh-"

"Shh," I told him and kissed his jaw. He tilted his head to the side and I sucked lightly on the skin, running my hands under the fabric of his hoodie.

His breathing was heavy, small, quiet gasps and pleads escaping his parted lips as I kissed down his neck. His hands rested on my hips, squeezing lightly on them.

"I forgot to ask if this is okay," I said and looked him in the eye. "Is this okay? All of this?"

"M-More than okay."

I smiled and nodded as I reached for the zipper on his hoodie. He was hesitant, but he nodded and set his hand on top of mine, helping me unzip it.

I kissed down his chest, sucking and biting around his collarbones and the base of his throat. "(Y/N)," he said breathlessly as he threaded his fingers in my hair.

I unzipped his hoodie all the way, leaving it up to him if he wanted it off all the way. My hands stopped at his zipper and I glanced up at him. He nodded and I unzipped his pants, popping open the button.

I pulled them down his legs and he, ungracefully, stepped out of them. I chuckled and grabbed his hand helping him stay balanced. "Come here." I said and he walked up to me.

I kissed up his stomach and he tilted his head back. "This is okay righr?"

"Y-Yeah, v-very okay." He stammered out and I kissed up to his neck. "Please." He begged as I dipped my fingers under the waistband of his briefs.

I slowly pulled them down, letting the fabric pool around his ankles. "Lay on your bed." I said, using the tips of my fingers to guide him.

He fell back onto the duvet, propping himself up on his elbows to watch what I was doing. I wrapped my hand around his co.ck, jerking it slowly, causing his breathing to falter and his eyes to close.

I went a little faster, chuckling at the way his groaned quietly, his breathing coming out in pants. I licked up the underside of his co.ck, my tongue pressing against the vein that ran up it.

"F-Fuck," he whimpered, tangling his short fingers into my hair. I swirled my tongue around the tip, bobbing my head up and down slowly.

I let go of him and reached for the buttons on my shorts, undoing them all. I yanked them down my thighs and Michael pushed my hair out of my face.

I hummed around him and then snaked one of my own hands down, slipping my fingers under the waistband of my panties. I rubbed my cl.it slowly as I sucked Michael, looking up at him with big eyes.

"If-If I kn-knew how, I'd do it for you." He told me and I pulled my mouth off of him so I could laugh a bit. "Get these off." He said and sat up, pulling my hoodie over my head.

He tossed it on the floor and I unclipped my bra. His hands pulled at my shorts and I kicked my shoes off so I could take the shorts off fully. I stripped my underwear off aswell and then pushed Michael down on the bed.

"You don't happen to have condoms, do you?"

"M-Mum gave me 'the talk' like last week." He mumbled and I laughed. He reached into his dresser and then pulled out a packet. "Nineteen of these." He said and I took it from him, ripping it open.

I rolled it on to him and he he held my hips as I sat down on his lap, raising my hips a bit and holding his co.ck. He buried his face in my neck, his lips kissing on my skin like I had done to him.

I slowly lowered myself down on him and the long drag of breath he took made me shiver slightly. I gasped as I slid down and then stopped as soon as I felt his thighs against mine. His lips parted, grumbling a few swear words out.

"Oh hush, kiss me," I said, running my fingers through his hair and pulled him close. He placed his lips on mine and I slowly started moving myself up and down on him. "Mm Mikey." I moaned softly as I closed my eyes.

"Sh.it, (Y/N)," he said as he pulled away. "Fu.ck." He breathed out, his forehead against mine. I brought my lips to his again and he held my hip with one hand, squeezing slightly.

I took his other hand and guided it down, pressing his fingers against my cl.it. I slowly traced circles, and he soon did it either my guidance.

My tongue slipped into his mouth and one of his hand stayed on my hip tightly. "Mm faster, please (Y/N)." He said and pulled away. I nodded and moved myself up and down faster on him.

"God," he whimpered and I chuckled. He buried his head in my neck and sucked on a spot lightly. I tilted my neck to give him more access and he traced over the bruised skin with his tongue when he finished.

I threw my head back and moaned as he took one of my nip.ples in his mouth and sucked. He swirled his tongue around it and flicked it with his tongue. "Y-Yeah Mikey," I whined, pushing my chest out more for him.

I slipped my hands into his hair and tugged on it slightly as I rotated my hips on him. He let out a throaty groan and then took my other nip.ple in his mouth. He did the same thing as he did with my other. He sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue.

"I'm so close (Y/N)." He moaned. I pulled his head back softly so his neck was exposed and kissed it. I placed my lips right on his throat and could feel every vibration as he moaned. I kissed up his throat, sucking a bit when my lips were right on his adam's apple.

"Are you gonna come Mikey?" I asked. "Hmm? Gonna come for me yeah?" I asked as I looked at him, biting down on my bottom lip.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly. "I'm gonna come (Y/N), oh my god." he said quietly and I chuckled.

I slammed myself down on him a few times, causing a stream of profanities to leave his lips and a loud moan to escape mine. I moaned out loudly as he sputtered out he was coming.

"Oh fu.ck, (Y/N). Oh da.mn." He grunted as he came into the condom. I continued moving my hips, feeling myself come close aswell.

"Feel good Mikey?" I asked, holding his face in my hands. He looked at me and nodded, his jaw dropped slightly as pants escaped his lips.

He rubbed my cl.it faster, probably feeling a little more confident, and then kissed my jaw. "Are you gonna come for me?" He asked and I nodded, running my hands over my chest, pinching and pulling on my nip.ples.

A whimper escaped my lips and and he moved my hair out of my face again. "I'm so close Mikey." I said as a knot formed in my stomach.

"Yeah? Go on then." He said and my thighs shook as I came, a loud moan escaping my swollen lips as my eyes squeezed shut. He pulled his hands off of me, fixing his hair a bit before holding my waist with both hands.

I looked at Michael and laughed breathlessly. "Did we just do that?" I asked and he nodded.

"We did."