Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Best Friend Part 2*

Previously

"I think it's yours..."

Present

Michael looked at me, trying to figure out when he could have gotten me pregnant. While he was in his daze, I  got up, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Looking at him through the mirror, I run a hand through my hair and tell him.

"Michael, remember that party we went to for Christmas?"

(Flashbacks are in bold italics.)

It was Christmas Day and your family as well as Michael's came over to celebrate. You and Michael were sitting in the loveseat since everyone else took up the other couches and the floor. Your mom came in with a tray full of eggnog. There was over 15 people here so the return trips were made by me and Michael.

Sometime later after opening presents, everyone was standing around a table with multiple vodka shot glasses and a ping pong ball. Every time this game was played, Michael and I were always on the same team. This time, we were playing against each other. His family on my side, and my family on his. That's always how it's been.

Michael took his first shot and got it in, resulting in me taking a shot of vodka. I take mine and I didn't miss. I felt something shift in me when I watched him take that shot. He was staring me in the eye when he did. Why do I feel like this? I shook my head and watched him bounce the ball on the table, missing his target. I threw my hands in the air just to rub in the fact that he missed.
He gave me a pout and crossed his arms like a child but he got nothing but an air kiss sent his way had him smiling again. I bounced the ball, watching with anticipation, waiting for it to hit its intended target. It got in. Remember that thing he did when he downed his first shot? That little shit did it again. He knew that something like that would affect me.
He bounced the ball on the table, watching it find its way into a full shot glass. I winked at him as his team cheered him on but I didn't kiss his eyes darkened significantly as I downed my shot without flinching. I watched him as I took aim and didn't miss once again. I never do and I won't start now.

I started noticing that the numbers were decreasing drastically and eventually, it was just me and Michael. There were 2 shots left: one on my side and one on his. The next ball wins and it has to be me. Michael has never beaten me. He aims and he didn't miss despite the fact that we're both drunk. All I have to is sink this and it's a tie.
I take a deep breath and aim. It soars and lands in the shot glass. "Looks like we have a tie, Behling. What do we do now?" I tell him, well - slur. He comes around the table and balances himself on me. I laugh and move his heavy arm away from me. He leans closer to my ear and lowly, he tells me to run or he wins. My brain shuts down and a shiver runs down my spine before I comprehend what he just said to me. My eyes widen and I try to find the door but he's already on my tail and somehow I ended up in my room, trying to slow my breathing when I felt hands on my waist and a voice in my ear saying "I win babe."

I turned around in his grasp and gasped. He looked down at me with darkened eyes and mine went wide as I leaned into his arms, my own going around his neck to bring him closer to me. His breath mixing with mine as lips hovered over mine and I pulled him close enough to kiss him.
His hands pulled me closer to him as mine worked to pull his sweater off. Our lips disconnected momentarily to remove the clothing covering our upper bodies. The only that wasn't removed was my blue lace bra.
The moment our lips met again, Michael tapped my thigh as a signal for me to jump. The second I did, he was moving us to my bed. He dropped me on the bed without breaking the kiss. His lips moved from mine to my neck, trying to find my sweet spot and God, the moan that slipped from my lips was far from holy. Knowing that there would be a hickey there tomorrow, he kissed my neck and slowly trailed his kisses down to my blue lace covered chest that he took his time admiring.
I blushed as he hummed against the flesh my breast. He massaged my breasts through my bra, silently praising myself for wearing this bra instead of the other one.
My brain shits down again when he attaches his lips to my right nipple, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his lips and tongue do heavenly things to my body. He switches his attention to my other nipple, getting the same reaction again before moving lower. My hand finds his chin and I bring his lips down onto mine again, needing to feel them again. While he's distracted my lips on his, I flip us over and waste no time in planting kisses on his neck and below his earlobe, knowing that he's a sucker for kisses there. I smirked against the hot flesh of his neck as he groaned, grabbing my ass. I left a few visible hickeys before leaving a lot more on his stomach and his happy trail. The not so silent curses that left his lips sounded like pure heaven. Before he could flip us over, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to free his manhood from its confines. I had barely touched him and before I could continue, he flipped us over.

The look he gave me when he ripped my bra off of my chest was enough to drive me over the edge but Michael clearly had other plans. Yanking my leggings down from my legs, he came face to face with my blue lace Brazilian cut undies. Snapping out of his daydream, he dug into his pockets looking for something. "don't. I wanna feel you. All of you," I told him. And I swear that his eyes got darker than they already were. He forgot his pants and removed them.

I smiled at him and threw a panty-dropping one back at me before moving my undies to the side and slowly sliding a finger in me and before I could even enjoy his talented fingers, he pulls his finger out and tastes me instead. A string of curses and loud moans leave my lips as I feel his unpredictable movements against my aching core. Jesus! Before I could even think about letting go of the knit that's formed in my gut, his lips ghost my own before sealing the deal with a searing kiss to my lips.

Feeling his tip at my entrance, I give him the consent he needs before he plunges his full length in me, making my eyes widen at how much I'm being stretched out. He moves slowly when I grind my hips against his and it was in that moment that I knew that I was his and he was mine.

~flashback over~

Michael looked at me as if he remembered what happened between us that night. It had been a month or so since it happened and we haven't really talked about the fact that we woke up with hickeys and our bodies intertwined in the worst way possible - with Michael still inside of me....

"What are we gonna do Mike? Hm? Because I can't, don't and won't go through this alone." Michael looked at me hugged me from behind and whispered six words that gave me hope. "We're gonna be parents baby girl!" and with that he turned me around and kissed my lips so softly and so passionately that it was impossible to not reciprocate. At least there's hope for him and I being together in the future.

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1388 words for all you beautiful people that wanted a part 2. Lemme know if you want a part 3.
With love from
Cisco❤️❤️❤️