Guys, I’m spamming the shit outta Michael Mell stuff and I’m sorry, I just keep having ideas.
Warnings: Marijuana usage, swears, sexual tones, smut mention
Word Count: 2351
Y/n/n = your nickname
Y/f/b = your favorite band
H/l = Hair Length
Monday, Lunch Time;
“You know what,” you suddenly said in the middle of lunch.
Both Michael and Jeremy looked at you as they asked, “What is it, (y/n)?”
You slapped your hands onto the lunch table, startling your boyfriend and best friend. “Michael, I’m taking you up on that offer to get…y'know…in your basement with you,” you answered, looking Michael dead in his chocolate eyes.
Michael’s eyes lit up when you said that. Immediately, he jumped up out of his seat and exclaimed, “Hell yeah!! (Y/n), we gotta do this soon!”
“Since I’m not a vet like you at this stuff, how about we do it on Friday? After school? Sound good?” you said with a wide grin.
Nodding furiously, your boyfriend laughed, “Oh my god! This is gonna be amazing!! I can take you home with me that day and maybe you can stay the night, because why not!”
Jeremy laughed at you two, “Does this really sound like a good idea, you two?”
“Shut it, Jer! You’ve done it with him! I’ve never done it with my boyfriend!” you exclaimed.
The taller geek blushed at your words, realizing what they insinuated. “(Y/n)!! Stop and think about what you JUST said!” Jeremy choked out.
You stopped and thought about it for a minute until it clicked. Your boyfriend and Jeremy were kind of known as “boyf” “riends” and when you said “it”, it made it seem like they have had sex and now it was your turn. Your face turned red and you covered your mouth, as you had said it rather loudly. “W-well…” you started meekly, but after thinking, gained confidence, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if Mikey was bisexual. That would make for some steamy sex! And we already try some kinky shit! Plus, who better to drag into sex than our best friend?!”
Jeremy and Michael’s face turned bright red at your words. For Jeremy, his face turned red because he had never heard you talk like that—being open to Michael being bisexual and putting forward the idea of a threesome between you three. For Michael, it was basically the same reason just ten times worse—it was embarrassing to hear his girlfriend talk like that. “Okay, okay,” your caramel-skinned boyfriend stuttered, blushing.
“What? I’m only telling the truth,” you smiled. Just before you continue making them uncomfortable, it was something you found funny, the bell rang. “Awww, lunch is over,” you pouted. You stood up and kissed Michael’s cheek before walking away.
“Dude, (y/n) is secretly really freaky in the bedroom, isn’t she?” a bewildered, still embarrassed, Jeremy asked his best friend.
Michael’s eyes never left your figure as you walked away, but he nodded to his best friend and answered, “Yeah… you’ve no idea, bro.”
Friday, After School;
Your mother was entirely fine with you spending the weekend with Michael. God, you loved how chill your mom was. You were waiting out by Michael’s PT Cruiser and you leaned against it, pacing back and forth. You were suddenly very nervous, you couldn’t remember how you acted when you were high. Were you obnoxious, or maybe really dumb, maybe needy or even worse—REALLY CLINGY? “Oh my God, I’m gonna be really annoying! I’m gonna annoy Michael when I get high,” you said to yourself, combing a hand nervously through your hair.
“Hey, (y/n/n)!” Michael called as he made his way to his car. “You ready for this?” he asked with a breathtaking smile.
Your nervousness seemed to melt away for a brief moment at his smile. “Y-yeah~ I’m ready~” you answered, drawing it out. The dark-haired, caramel-skinned Junior unlocked his car and signaled for you to get in. You gladly hopped into your boyfriend’s car and before he could plug in his music, you snatched the aux cord. “Can I play (y/f/b), babe?” you asked so cutely he couldn’t say no.
“Sure, of course,” he answered as he smiled at you. He turned on his car and the two of you were off.
As your favorite band played in the background, you broke your singing to ask Michael, “Soooooo… will this, like, KILL me, Mikey?”
His eyes flickered to your face for a spilt second as he answered, “Define ‘kill’, (y/n).”
Laughing, you replied, “Like, coughing wise, because dude I haven’t gotten high in a while!”
“Ooh! Depending on what’s going on with your body, like sinuses and shit, you could cough like a smoker,” came his answer.
“Oh,” you spoke in a small voice. That made you that much more nervous. What if you coughed so hard you threw up? You would look like a total pussy in front of your handsome boyfriend and you didn’t want that. You started fidgeting in your (h/l) hair, you twirled it around your right index finger and chewed your bottom lip anxiously. But, something inside you knew that Michael wouldn’t make it a big deal if you threw up, he would make sure you were fine before he did anything else, like getting high himself. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that Michael pulled into his driveway and shut the car off. Michael brought you out of your thoughts by kissing your cheek as he stood outside your door.
“M'lady, we’re here,” he said with a goofy tone.
Shaking your head, you shot him a smile and got out of his car, closing the door behind him. “Thank you, kind sir,” you joked back.
Michael was giddy and jumping with joy. He had always offered to let you get stoned with him in his basement, but you always declined his offer. This would be his first time getting stoned with you and he was kind of excited to see how you reacted: he really hoped you got incredibly lovey. Noticing you were standing by his door, he walked over and unlocked his door. “Come on, to the basement, (y/n/n),” he said, his giddiness showing through.
Walking into his house, you follow him to the basement. It was a geek’s paradise down there, retro game systems, retro games, even the new consoles and games. A refrigerator was down there, too, and so was a snack cabinet. A geeky stoner’s paradise it was. And what made it even better was that he was with you, that he was the geek you loved and who loved you back. He was the retro geek to your modern geek, and you two molded together so well—personalities and all. You sat on a bean-bag chair that absorbed your body and you sighed in relief, school was hell today. Your (e/c) orbs watch intently as Michael got everything ready. How he broke apart the bud of weed into the joint paper, how he rolled the joint, making sure everything was perfect for your first time smoking in forever. It made you smile at how considerate Michael was being.
Lighting the joint, Michael handed it to you. With a smile, he said, “You take the first hit, Miss Sobriety-for-a-year.”
“Y-you sure, Michael?” you stutter, hesitant to reach out and grab the joint. He nodded and you slowly took the joint from his hand. Your eyes lingered on the joint and your nose crinkled in slight disgust at the putrid smell the burning weed gave off. However, you brought it to your lips and took a deep breath, reminding yourself that you never back out of things. Time seemed to stop when you took your first big hit in a year and a half. The taste stung your throat, making feel scratchy and tingly, and you wanted to get rid of it. You held your breath for a second, passing the joint back to your boyfriend. After only a second, you were sent into a coughing fit. You felt like you were hacking up a fucking lung and you felt like you needed to get mucus out of your lungs and chest.
Michael looked at you worriedly and asked, “You okay, babe?” You wave your hand at him, signaling you’re peachy, you just couldn’t vocalize you were fine because you were coughing and wheezing too much—trying to catch your breath. Before he took a hit himself, he got up and got you a water from the fridge. “Here, drink water, it should help,” he said before taking a hit himself.
You sat there and gulped down your water. Once your coughing fit ended, you just stared at Michael. Just taking in his handsomeness. The way his dark chocolate hair was styled upwards in his normal hairstyle beckoned you to mess it up. Michael offered you another hit and you took him up on that offer. When you spoke, you sounded different, like there was a weight sitting on your lungs, but they were fine. “Sure, I’ll take another hit,” you said in a deeper voice. Taking the joint, you took another hit and gave it back to Michael.
He laughed and said, “You seem pretty relaxed over there, babe.”
“Oh, fuck yeah I’m relaxed,” you said with a giggle. “I have ever told you how attractive your are?” Michael just blinked at you, sure you had told him he was attractive, but never HOW attractive you found him. He shook his head and you laughed and continued, “You’re so gorgeous, Mell. Like, boy, you don’t understand the things you do to my body. You make me yearn for everything you can give me and more. Your eyes, oh my god, your eyes! I can see soooooooo much love in this eyes, it makes me so happy.” Your eyes were dead-set on his lips and you laughed breathlessly, “And your fucking lips make me weak in the knees! Not only are they always so soft and perfectly kissable, but god the things they do to my body~! Fuck! Like when you ate me out the other day~ Oooooh~ you did it so perfectly, I came so fast. The way your tongue flicked against my clit while your fingers hit my g-spot JUST right, oh my God!” Your body was heating up the more you talked about the wonderful orgasm Michael gave you not even two days ago.
Michael’s face warmed up as he remembered what she was talking about. “Oh yeah, I remember that. How else am I attractive?” he mused.
“Oh my god!! Your dick drives me absolutely wild! The way it fills me up JUST right! Fits snugly into my pussy~ ugh!! Now I want it inside me right now~!!” You spoke. You looked at Michael and his face was beat-red and you smiled, “Oh, I’m sorry, am I turning you on or something? Talking about how you set my body on fire with even a single word.”
He nodded and said, “Maybe I’m a little turned on.”
You smiled, stood up and walked over to you boyfriend. Sitting in his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Want me to take care of it?” you asked in a giggly tone.
Michael laughed, kissed your cheek and said, “No, I want to enjoy the high with you, not fucking you.”
“But then I would be enjoying myself,” you said with a grin.
Michael kissed you over and over again, “(Y/n), I promise we’ll have sex when we both come down from our high. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Babe~” you cooed, “it wouldn’t be fucking ruining it~! Just please fuck me~ fill me up with your love, yeah? Please~ I need it to stay alive~!”
He rolled his eyes as he said, “You don’t need it to live, (y/n/n), but maybe you can convince me otherwise.”
You ground your hips against Michael’s and you moaned as you felt his excitement growing. “C'mon Michael~ lemme take off your clothes and lemme sink onto you~” you cooed, kissing him on the lips.
Michael kissed you back all too eagerly. He placed his hands on your hips and kept you grinding on him. “You’re so fucking sexy, (y/n),” he whispered into your lips.
“God damn right I am,” you said back against his lips as you fingered the hem of his shirt, “Now take off the fucking shirt. And your pants. Or I’ll do them for you!”
“Show me what you got, (y/n),” he said to you.
Taking that as a challenge, you nod, got off his lap, and you started lifting up his shirt (he had discarded his hoodie before you got high). The more skin was revealed, you bent towards the skin of his stomach and placed kisses on his warm flesh. He gasped and you smiled, undoing his pants, you looked up at him and saw him smiling at you. “Lift your hips up so I can take off your damn pants,” you said against the flesh of his stomach. He nodded and lifted up his hips so you skillfully ripped off his pants. You always laugh at his boxers, this time it was Pac-Man. “Sexy boxers, Mikey.”
Michael looked down at you, his eyes had darkened and it sent a shiver down your spine. He was half-hard and you needed to get him harder before anything escalated further. And you REALLY needed it to go further. You had gotten yourself worked up talking about the things he did to you. You smirked and kissed down Michael’s navel and palmed him through his cute Pac-Man boxers. He gasped at your touch.
So, you two had sex while you were both stoned. It was actually some of the best sex you two had ever had. Your body’s were hot and ready before you and Michael even began the foreplay.
Obviously you both had come down from your high and my god being able to roll over and comb your fingers through Michael’s hair. He was still asleep but his dick was awake. “Ooh, look at you, Mikey,” you smiled. You woke him up to a really nice blowjob, it was fantastic according to what he groaned as he woke up.