Curved | Malum au | book 2

fifteen

[Smuuut][slightly humorous smut bc I'm me]
[I'm not smutjesus so don't expect much]
[i went over the last chapter but still managed to miss a few errors fml]
[not gonna edit this bc I don't want to read my bad smut lel]

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It was awkward.

Terribly, terribly awkward.

I could feel my palms becoming slick and my heart pounding against my ribcage. We were both sat on the edge of Michael's bed with about a foot of space between us.

Michael had his hands dug in his coat pockets, looking down and his crossed ankles. I was twiddling my thumbs and tapping my foot. Michael cleared his throat, "So, uh."

"Yeah?" I lifted my eyes from my hands to his face.

He was already facing me with his lips slightly parted like he was trying to find the words to say. Instead of saying anything he scooted forward and grabbed the back of my neck. Our nervous breathing mixed together as he leaned closer and closer until our lips met.

His free hand ran up the side of my head until his finger slipped under the beanie I was wearing and pushed it off. My hands landed on his shoulders and pushed the black jacket back. Our lips detached as he pulled the jacket off and reached for the hem of my hoodie.

Slowly we both shed our clothes, struggling to get each other's jeans off, and were left in our boxers. I could feel my pulse increasing and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, to say I was nervous to lose my virginity was an understatement.

"M-Michael," I mumbled as his lips trailed down my jaw. He hummed, dragging his lips across my collar bones.

"I'm a virgin."

Michael pulled away and looked down at me. Shit, what he doesn't want to deal with me because I'm inexperienced?

"Aw,"

"What?" I felt my eyebrows come together.

He leaned down and laid his head against my chest, pressing a kiss to my throat in the process. "You're nervous."

"Thanks for stating the obvious." I mumbled I glancing down at Michael as he listened to the fast beating sound of my heart.

"You'll be alright." He said, leaning up and pressing his lips to mine.

"Okay." I nodded.

Michael kicked off his boxers and slid his thumbs under the band of mine, glancing up at me for approval. I gulped, but nodded and trained my eyes on the ceiling above. I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose as the cold air came in contact with my hard on.

I didn't realize my eyes were clenched shut until I felt Michael's breath fan over my face and his hand against my cheek.

"You okay?"

"M'fine." I breathed, staring at the frosty green color of his eyes.

He smiled and kissed my lips. "Roll over, baby."

I frowned and stared at him for a second. "What if I want to top?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, babe."

"Why?"

"Because, I wanna get inside you, I wanna crack your cranium delirium on the lower east side of your mind."

"I outta punch you in the face for that." I glared. "Don't bring Green Day into this."

He laughed and pressed his face against my shoulder. "Roll over." He mumbled against my skin.