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askthebemorechillcrew · 6 years ago

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Passed out (Michael Mell X reader)

Just for fun! Plus, this did happen last year with my boyfriend, me, and my best friend and her boyfriend.

Author’s note: This takes place when everyone graduated college, and they all moved in together with their SO

What do couples do? Spend as much time as possible. Hold hands, kiss, cuddle, talk about how much we love each other. Now, what do different pairs of couples do? Hang out with each other, doing all the sappy stuff that I just listed. That’s what just happened with Me, Michael, Jeremy and Christine. It was a rough day at work, since my boss was dumping an avalanche of work on me. Look, just because I was on my phone all day, doesn’t mean that I wasn’t listening....okay...maybe it does mean that. But still! It was my first week! I went home that day, totally exhausted from my boss giving me a hard time. I flopped down on the couch, just wanting this week to end. But no...Monday’s had to exist! I heard my fiance, Michael, come out of his study, as he sat down next to me.

“Babe, you’re back. How was work?” He smiled, rubbing my back. I sighed, allowing him to relax my tightened muscles.

“A pain in the ass,” I weakly chuckled through the pain, wanting to be in his arms all week. He let out a laugh, as he kept massaging my shoulders.

“I’m sorry, honey. Work hasn’t been a walk on the beach for me either. Neither has it been for Jeremy,” He related to me, moving his hands from my shoulders to my back. I smiled, leaning into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Yeah. How’s the game coming along, by the way?” I asked him. Michael and Jeremy were both CEO’s of their own gaming industry. They were working hard to create a new sequel to Neverquesters: The Ice Desert. The first game was so popular, both geeky gamers decided to create a second one. Michael shrugged, rubbing soft circles on my back.

“We’re almost done with the 3D models, we just need to set up the perfect settings to move them and make them hold weapons. Other than that...well....we still have to think of the title, backgrounds, endings, player choices, and a bunch of other crap,” He snickered, resting his head on my shoulder. We both sighed in unison, wanting a break from the hell that was our jobs. Not that we hated our jobs, but we were given too much work on our first weeks, we just wanted a breather. After Michael finished giving me a massage, his face lit up, as if he had a great idea. My theory was proven true, as he grinned and told me what was on his mind.

“I have an idea! How about we invite Jeremy and Christine over? Have a little couples night?” He asked me, his eyes begging me to say yes. It has been a damn long time since we last saw our best friends. Jeremy was also swamped with work, just like his best friend and fellow co owner of their company. And Christine, being the new drama teacher at our old high school, was still in process of writing the script to a new play her students were performing in a couple of weeks.

“You sure? I don’t think I can afford a break, Mikey. I mean, I have to submit a report by Friday, and then file a paper about--” Michael cut my off by kissing my lips, allowing me to melt into him.

“See? It’s that kinda attitude that’s preventing you from taking a break. Please, princess. I promise it’s gonna be okay. It’s not gonna hurt to take one day off. All four of us need this,” He convinced me, begging me at this point. Michael was always worried about my mental health, he always wanted me to be a good mood. I huffed, knowing that he was right. I guess it wouldn’t harm anyone to relax for just one night. And what was better than hanging out with my loving husband-to-be and my best friends. I giggled and nodded.

“Alright, but we need to make sure Jeremy and Christine are up for it,” I told him. His face glowed up some more, as his smile got wider, and his chocolate brown eyes brightened up.

“Awesome! Thank you, babe. I promise, this is gonna be the best night in months!” He hugged me, letting my nuzzle into his big frame. I let out another laugh, as I wrapped my arms around his waist. Our lips met each others, as we slipped our tongues into each other’s wet caverns. We got caught into a heated make out session, as I wrapped my legs around Michael’s waist, being carried off to our room for something even more fun than kissing. He gently laid me on our bed, already eager to rip off my blouse. I shielded my chest with my arms, as Michael frowned, wanting to see what was under my shirt and bra.

“Don’t rip the shirt, Mell. It’s new,” I playfully warned him. He just rolled his eyes and giggled, gently unbuttoning it.

“Fine, fine (Y/N). But don’t expect me to go easy on you. I need you to de stress, love,” He whispered sexily in my ear, as we began to take each other’s clothes off, making love all night.

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“Thanks for inviting us again, guys,” Jeremy smiled at us, taking off his blazer, tossing it on the couch. He wrapped his arm around Christine, as I giggled, placing four bottles of Crystal Pepsi on the coffee table. It was Wednesday night, aka, the only night where all four of us were totally booked that we couldn’t come over. Christine reached over for a bottle along with her fiance, as they opened them, creating a satisfying pssssssst.

“No problem, guys. We all needed this,” I said, as I sat down on the couch with Michael. Me and Michael planned this whole “Couples Night” yesterday, after work. Nothing too fancy: Just playing games, eating a bunch of junk food and getting drunk/stoned. Michael placed a bowl of mini oreos on the table, as he flopped back on the couch, sitting me on his lap. I blushed beet red, as Jeremy and Christine bit their lips to conceal a chuckle.

“Mi-Michael?!” I half whispered, half scolded him. He just laughed, hugging me, trapping me on his lap. I rolled my eyes, as I watched him deal out the money to my favorite, classic board game, Monopoly. We all started to pick our characters, as Jeremy began to move his character with a quick roll of the dice.

“Hey, Michael, did you talk to the designers about Monica’s and David’s 3D model?” Jeremy asked his best friend, collecting 100 bucks. Michael rolled his eyes, adjusting his position carefully so he wouldn’t let me move off from his lap.

“Jer, this night is suppose to be a breather from work. For all of us. So let’s just play the games and relax,” Michael calmly explained to his best friend, as he went this time. Jeremy nodded understandingly, still having his arm wrapped around his fiance. We spent the whole night playing old board games (and some video games), talking about our lives outside of work. After a few hours, we were all stoned and drunk...AT THE SAME TIME! I was still on Michael’s lap, my hair slightly disheveled, and hickeys trailing down from my jaw to my collarbone. There were the same red and purple marks on Jeremy’s neck, but less of them, only visible on the front of his neck. Christine giggled, as she knew exactly how to mark her fiance. As Jeremy and I were talking, Christine was cleaning up some of the board games, while Michael finally let me off his lap, getting more joints and drinks.

“So last night, I--” I was about to tell Jeremy all about how I FINALLY finished my report for my asshole boss, my head started to pound. It felt like someone was banging a hammer on my head, as I rubbed my temples, wishing for the pain to stop. Jeremy gave me a concerned look, as he apologized to Christine, rushing up to me. Luckily, Michael was still in the kitchen, so he didn’t have to worry about me.

“Hey, you okay, (Y/N)?” Jeremy asked me, furrowing his brow. Worry was plastered across his face, as Christine gave me an equally concerned look. I didn’t want my best friends to worry about me either, so I just forced a nod, smiling.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Just...my head is kinda hurting. I’m fine, though,” I reassured them, my hand still on my painful temple. Jeremy frowned, but sighed, not wanting to argue with me.

“Alright. Should we tell Michael at least?” He asked me. I immediately shook my head, the last thing I wanted was Mikey to know that I wasn’t feeling well.

“I said I’m fine. Okay? Just...don’t worry about it. I’ll be okay,” I told them, more firmly this time. Jeremy nodded again, going back to his fiance. As if on cue, Mikey came back, with more beer bottles and joints.

“Hey guys, I--(Y/N)?!” He almost dropped the stuff, as he saw my face. I gently looked at him, asking him what was wrong. He furrowed his brows, the same way Jeremy did. He proceeded to place the bottles and blunts on the coffee table, as he sat next to me, feeling my forehead. I would totally be embarrassed, since Jeremy and Christine were 2 feet away from us, but all I could think about was how concerned Michael was for me. Michael removed his hand from my forehead after five seconds, his frown getting bigger.

“Babe, do you have a fever? You feel kinda hot. I mean, you always are, but....” He chuckled, trying to add light to the dark scenario. I smiled, silently thanking him for squeezing a joke into our conversation. But I shook my head again, assuring him the same way I did with Jeremy and Christine.

“I’m fine, Mikey. Just...my head is pounding. But it’s okay! I promise!” I quickly replied, just wanting to get stoned and drunk with my friends and fiance. Michael still didn’t buy it, and kept convincing me to rest, despite Jeremy and Christine still here.

“You sure, princess? Some rest won’t hurt. I don’t want you passing out during our couples night out,” He laughed again, peppering my face with kisses. I could hear Jeremy and Christine snickering in the background, watching Michael’s clingyness for me unravel. And I swore, I could hear Jeremy say “Get a room!” quietly! I gently pulled him away by his hair, kissing his cheek.

“I said, I’m good Mikey, okay?” I said, wishing for him to give up. He was about to say something, but Christine chirped in, her worried face coming back.

“(Y/N), I really think you should rest. You’re face is also red,” She handed me a hand held makeup compact. I opened it, seeing that my skin was mostly bright red, heating up. I looked at Jeremy for support, but instead he nodded, agreeing with Michael and Christine.

“Yeah, (Y/N). You don’t look so good. Plus, you guys do have work tomorrow,” He said, defending his best friend’s and fiance’s points. I sighed, knowing that I couldn’t argue with three against one. Michael smiled lightly, as I finally agreed with the others.

“You sure you’ll be fine, my love?” Michael asked me, as I chomped down on some crackers. I nodded, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll be okay, Mikey. You just have fun with Jer and Chrissie,” I told him, as my two best friends giggled at their nicknames. Michael kissed the crown of my head, understanding, as he helped me up the stairs.

“You go rest up, love. We’ll be downstairs if you need anything,” Michael tucked me in, as he gave me one last kiss on my forehead, heading back downstairs. I snuggled against our sheets, as I let my pounding headache die down, hearing the giggles downstairs. I sighed, hating the fact that they were having fun without me. I held back my tears, closing my eyes, letting myself fall into a deep sleep.

Beep...Beep.....Beep....

“(Y/N)? Babe, please wake up!”

I felt as if someone was shaking me. I fluttered my eyes open as I saw a worried Michael, Jeremy, and Christine standing above me. I focused my eyes to my environment, only to find myself...not in mine and Michael’s room? Well, for starters, it was really white. And....like....EXTREMELY bright. I squinted, as some light shined in my face. Michael helped my adjust my position on an uncomfortable bed, as I fumbled with the milk white sheets.

“Wh...What happened?” I groggily asked my three favorite people in the world.

“You’re in the hospital, (Y/N). This morning, Michael tried to wake you up, but you weren’t responding. After an hour of trying, he called an ambulance, and they brought you here. Me and Jeremy got here about an hour ago when we heard what happened. But we’re glad you’re safe,” Christine answered me, smiling lightly. Michael was sitting next to me, kissing my hand, trailing his lips to my elbow. Jeremy rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers on the desk next to my bed.

“Michael never left that chair ever since he brought you here (Y/N). And it’s like...6 in evening,” He chuckled, lightening the mood. My eyes widen, as I checked the clock above my head.

“Holy shit, you’re right, Jer! I was passed out for almost twelve hours?!” I exclaimed. Michael nodded, still kissing my arm.

“Never scare me like that again, babe. I was worried sick when you weren’t waking up,” He half scolded me, half relieved that I was awake. I giggled lightly, seeing my lovable fiance so worried about me. I know I didn’t like to see him so worked up about me, but he was so goddamn cute! As they were filling me in on what happened, a nurse came to us.

“How is she holding up?” Jeremy asked her. The nurse checked her clip board, smiling at the papers.

“She’s just fine. There was just a huge amount of stress and pressure placed on her systems, it caused her body to shut down more than usual,” She explained. Michael sighed, knowing that my work was the cause of the stress the nurse described.

“When can she leave?” He asked her.

“We just need to give her a chewing tablet, sign some papers, and she’ll be good to go,” She smiled, before handing Michael and clipboard and leaving. Michael signed the papers, before placing it on the nightstand, walking outside. I cocked my brow, sitting up to see where Michael was going.

“Wait, Mikey where are you--” Before I could ask him, he placed a kiss on my temple, before he told me he’d be back and walked out of my room. I just furrowed my brows, as I turned to Jeremy and Christine.

“Thanks for coming here. It means a lot,” I thanked them, signing the papers. They both smiled, wrapping their arms around each other’s shoulders. After a few more minutes of us talking, Michael came back inside, smiling like a motherfucker. I crossed my arms, curious about what happened.

“Michael...what did you do?” I asked him, wanting an answer to why he left my room. He just chuckled, holding out his phone.

“Guess who’s ‘sick’ and can’t come to work for the rest of the week?” He asked me, as my eyes widen again.

“Seriously, Mikey?” I asked him, in utter shock. I didn’t know if I was happy or angry, but hey! I couldn’t stay mad at my gorgeous fiance!

“What? Now we can cuddle!” He defended himself, taking my hand again, nuzzling it with his cheek. I rolled my eyes, knowing that was gonna enjoy these next two days off with my Mikey. Jeremy rolled his eyes, about to leave with Christine.

“I’m guessing you’re taking the day off today and Friday?” He asked Michael. He nodded in response, just wanting to stay with me and cuddle. After I was given the chewing tablet, Michael and I went home to cuddle, play video games, and of course, get stoned together.

A/N: GAHH!! I’m so sorry this was short and suckish, but I just really loved this idea and wanted to get it out of the way! So...yay! Hope you enjoyed my crappy story!

@i-just-love-writing-crap @imanadultnotamatureone

#be more chill michael #michael mell #michael mell x reader #bmc musical #Be More Chill #be more chill jeremy #be more chill christine #bmc nyc

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askthebemorechillcrew · 6 years ago

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I don’t have heathers. I wish 😭

I just need bmc to complete my collection now!!! ^^

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askthebemorechillcrew · 6 years ago

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AH! Thank you!

I LOVED YOUR RECENT JEALOUS MICHAEL X READER SMUT!

It actually wasn’t mine. It was @askthebemorechillcrew ‘s brilliant work!

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askthebemorechillcrew · 6 years ago

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Jealous Michael Mell X reader Smut

Michael Jealousy Smut X reader:

(It’s also tied in with the request to ride him with only his hoodie on XD @tiredbeanwithadream)

It was another boring day at school. Nothing eventful happened.

First, English. Had that paper due, handed it in, I may have bullshitted it, but me and my best friend, Christine could fail together now!

Second, Gym. I fucked up climbing that damn rope, but who am I kidding? Being bad at rope climbing couldn't possible ruin my life.

Then it was Spanish. Let’s just say it was muy aburrida. Moving on!

Lunch finally came after all those classes. I got my food from the cafeteria and sat down next to my best friends and boyfriend, Jeremy, Christine, and of course, Michael!

Michael Mell and I have been dating for almost a year. Our one year anniversary was coming up soon, and ever since we brought it up last week, Jeremy and Christine have been laughing at each other, whispering stuff in each other’s ear when we are around. Me and Michael just thought our sappiness reminded them of their lovey-doveyness, but Jenna (being the school gossip) just had to blurt out they were planning a surprise date for us. Jeremy (being ready to kill Jenna) was super pissed that our surprise was ruined, but Christine calmed her boyfriend down, telling her that it wasn’t totally ruined. Me and Michael just smiled at the fact that we had the bestest friends ever. Anyway, our “surprise” date was this Saturday, and we couldn’t wait!

“Hey guys,” I sat down next to Michael, and across from Christine. Jeremy waved at me and smiled.

“Hi (Y/N),” Jeremy greeted me. He hand his arm around his girlfriend, as she smiled and greeted me next.

Michael was the last to say hi to me, but made it up to me, by giving me to soft kiss on my cheek and hugging my body close to him. I inhaled his scent of cherry slushies and weed as he grinned, seeing me.

“Hey babe, how was class?” He asked me, taking a bite of his food. I shrugged and rested my chin under my palms.

“I dunno. Exhausting?” I tried to use the right word to describe my day so far. He chuckled and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

“Turn that frown upside down, princess. Remember our ‘surprise’ date this Saturday?” He whispered sweetly in my ear. I felt his warm breath hit against my ear, as it sent electric bolts through my body. I shivered a bit, as he smirked and took off his hoodie.

“You cold, princess?” he asked me. Before I could even answer, he wrapped his hoodie around me, not even waiting for my answer. He kept his arms around my waist, kissing my forehead again. I played with his large sleeves, as his hoodie was more of a dress for me. I had no idea how much bigger my boyfriend was than me, until he wrapped his iconic sweatshirt around me. I giggled and snuggled closer to him.

Jeremy rolled his eyes, as Christine rested her head on his shoulder. What did I tell you? Sappy, Lovey-dovey? Yep...that was us. The sappy losers.

“Can you go one minute without smothering (Y/N) with love, Michael?” Jeremy asked his headphone wearing, geeky best friend. The caramel skinned stoner looked at Jeremy and gave him a coy look.

“It’s called PDA, you ice king,” He teased him, as he threw a grape at him. Jeremy winced a bit and stuck his tongue at him. I giggled at their bromance, and snuggled in closer with Michael. Christine turned to me, about to say something, but then her usual goofy grin turned into a frown. I gave her a concerned look and furrowed my brows.

“What’s wrong, Chrissie?” I asked my theater loving, best friend. She pointed behind me, revealing my ex boyfriend behind me, Jake Dillinger. At first, Jake had a major crush on Christine, and he was willing to quit some of his clubs, like archery, to spend more time with her. However, after she introduced him to me, he totally forgot about her. He was immediately smitten to me, and fell head over heels for me. He didn’t even care that his ex, Chloe Valentine, was watching as he sweet talked and buttered me up. After a few annoying attempts, I finally gave in, and went on a date with him. This made the geeky loner, Michael Mell, burn with envy. Yes, Michael admitted he may have had a SMALL crush on me. Well….small as in every cell in his body turned him into a full on yandere, and tried his hardest to win me over. He made it his goal to make sure that I knew what a fuckboy Jake was. And….it worked.

About a year ago, when Jake and I dated, Michael always use to cling onto me. He would swing his arm around me, offer to walk me to class, and would always talk to me in front of Jake. He was one of my best friends, before we finally got together, a few months later. I always thought he was too clingy to me, even for one of my best friends. Jake even told me, and I quote:

“You’re dating one of the most popular boys in school, babe. You don’t wanna be seen with...ya know,” He hinted that he was talking about Michael. Now THAT pissed me off. And so, the spark to break me and Jake up began.

(Flashback:)

“Come on, babe!” I heard Jake call me over. It was his Halloween party, and I was dressed up as a princess. No princess in particular, just a regular princess. I heard my boyfriend call me over, as I ran up to him, and kissed his cheek, leaving red lipstick on it. I chuckled and faces him, looking up at his towering height.

“What’s up, Jakey?” I asked him, as he swung his arm around me, and kissed my cheek in return. I could feel the sweet, yet warm alcohol on his lips. He was already drunk.

“My AWESOME PRINCESS!!! IS A PRINCESS!” He shouted to the ceiling, almost everyone hearing him. Everyone chuckled, even Chloe. Christine was with Jeremy, as they just laughed their ass off. I rolled my eyes and dragged him to dance with me. Everything was going perfect. I was at the biggest party of the fall, with my perfect boyfriend, amazing friends, and the perfect life.

Until….

“I'm just Michael who's a loner

So he must be a stoner

Rides a PT Cruiser

God he's such a loser!”

I heard someone quietly singing to himself. After a few beers, a shit load of cigars, I was panting against a wall, after Jake gave a ton of hickeys on my neck. He was off talking to Rich, as Jeremy and Christine were giggling on the couch. I was right next to the bathroom, as I heard a familiar voice. I knocked on the door, asking “Can I come in?”

“I’m on my period!” The voice shouted through the other side.

“....okay, take your time, honey,” I walked away, but stopped in my tracks, as I recognized the voice. I ran back, and knocked on the door again.

“Michael?! Is that you?” I took out a bobby pin from my hair and used it to pick the lock. I opened the door, to see a fearful Michael, picking at grout. I could tell he’s been crying like hell.

“Michael?! What happened?!” I ran to his side. He was curled up in fetal position, wiping his tears, behind his glasses. He just looked away, and sniffled.

“N-no! (Y/N), I don’t want you to see me like this!”

I sighed and still sat next to him. I cupped his face with my hands, making him look at me. I hugged him, and rested his head on my chest, making him listen to my heartbeat. I softly stroked his hair, as he listened to my beating heart, clutching on my periwinkle colored dress.

“Shhh...deep breaths, Mikey. In and out…” I continued to run my hand through his hair, as he tried to match his breaths with my heart beats. His breaths got slower and less harsh, as he sat up again, and held me close. It was his turn to stroke my hair, as he took off my fake, gold and diamond encrusted tiara and ran his fingers through my (H/L), (H/C) hair. I cocked a brow, as he did the same method that I did to comfort him. I tried to wrestle out of his grip, but he held me down, closing his eyes. His heartbeat was still fast, but not too fast.

“Mi-Michael?” I asked him. He just shushed me and cradled me in his arms.

“Don’t leave me, (Y/N). No matter how popular you get,” He sniffed and held my tighter, as if I was the bible. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat, the same way he listened to mine. After he had someone to cuddle with, we both fell asleep on Jake Dillinger’s bathtub….

(Still the flashback:)

I woke up and saw that I was in a familiar place, but not my room. There were video games messily laid out everywhere, along with clothes and posters of retro games and CDS. I was on a twin size bed, my head resting on a pacman themed pillow. I looked down at myself, and saw I still had my periwinkle colored dress on. However, my fake tiara and jewelry were on a nightstand, along with my blue heels. I looked all around the room, and then, it hit me.

This was Michael’s room.

“Michael? Michael!?” I shouted, as I stood up, and put on my shoes and jewelry. I saw Michael come back inside the room, holding a glass of water. He smiled and handed me the glass.

“Hey, you slept well?” he asked me, as I flashed a smiled and drank the water.

“Yeah. Did you?” I asked him. He nodded and began to make the bed. He still wore his “Creeps” shirt, and cargo shorts.

“Sorry I couldn’t bring you back home. The fire happened so fast, and--” I cut him off, before he could finish his sentence.

“Fire? What fire?” I asked him, cocking a brow. He took out his phone, and showed me a blast text from Jenna Roland.

“Rich set a fire and he burned down Jake Dillinger’s house! Tell everyone!”

My jaw dropped to my heels, as my eyes widen. Jake’s house was destroyed?! What?! My head was spinning, as I tried to wrap myself around this. Where was Jake gonna live?! Was he okay?! My eyes filled up with fear for my popular, yet arrogant boyfriend. Michael held my hands and squeezed them. I was so lucky to have a best friend like him.

“Hey, it’s okay. Jake is in the hospital, but he’s fine. He broke his legs, but everything else is okay,” He assured me. I sighed in relief, as he tossed me jeans, white sneakers, and...his hoodie? But...it was HIS iconic red hoodie. Did he want me to wear it?! One time, Jeremy tried to touch it, and Michael growled at him!

I stared at him in disbelief, as he chuckled. “You wear it. We have school in an hour, anyway. No point in arguing,” He slipped on his high tops and threw my backpack near me. I thanked him, before we both ate a granola bar for breakfast, and walked to school together. I was so grateful for Michael. He had a panic attack in my boyfriend’s bathroom, but still took me to his place after the fire. He even gave me his hoodie to wear! I hugged it, as we chatted on our way to school.

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“BABE!” I heard a familiar voice call out to me. I turned around, and saw Jake on crutches. He ran as fast as he could, with the crutches on, as I pulled away from Michael and hugged him. He kissed me, quickly inserted his tongue inside, swirling it around my wet caverns. The corner of my eye saw Michael, as his burned with jealousy and his fists tightened. His fake smile got a little creepy, as he came up to us.

“See (Y/N)? Told ya he’s fine,” He patted my shoulder, breaking the kiss between us. Thanks, Michael. If our kissed continued for another second, we would’ve forgotten where we were! I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Yeah yeah. Thanks Michael,” Both of us grinned at each other, but Jake frowned.

“(Y/N), babe?” He pulled my arm, making me fall into his chest. He pulled my shoulder, and whispered in my ear.

“You’re dating one of the most popular boys in school, babe. You don’t wanna be seen with...ya know,”

Oh that pissed not only Michael, BUT ME! How dare he talk about Michael that way?! He was one of the sweetest people in the world. Michael pretended that he didn’t hear anything, I could tell he did. His eyes were enough to tell me that he knew what Jake thought of him.

“Jakey….what do you mean?” I asked him, pulling him away. He seemed just a little less attractive to me.

“I mean….look at what you are wearing. His hoodie?” He pointed to it, as I blushed and clutched it. Shit….I knew were Jake was coming from. I mean...any boyfriend would get jealous that I was wearing another boy’s clothes, but it didn’t make it right for him to insult Michael, and pretend he didn’t exist. I just awkwardly laughed, trying to lighten to mood. I turned to see what Michael’s facial expression, was Jake titled my chin, making me look at him.

“Babe….you really think I’m an idiot, huh? I mean, you think I don’t know what the headphone wearing geek wants? He wants YOU. But he ain’t getting your ass. You are all mine, and my princess. Not his,” he leaned in for another kiss, but Michael yanked his jacket back, and growled in his ear. His knuckles were turning white from gripping on the fabric too long.

“Don’t you dare talk about (Y/N) that way, you jerk! She’s a person! Not an object you can claim as your own! And if you ever talk about me, like I’m not in the same room as you, you bet your ass you’ll be sorry!” he growled in his ear, before showing him back up. Jake just rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pocket.

“Whatever, loser. It’s not normal like a guy like you to be with (Y/N),” Jake was walking away, but I stopped him, grabbing his arm. He almost lost balance on his crutches.

“Don’t you talk to Michael like that! He’s the most amazing person in the world! Much more amazing than you, Jake Dillinger! I can’t believe I would fall for such a dumb jock like you!” I practically shouted at him, drawing a few people in our direction.

He chuckled and flashed a signature fuckboy smirk at me. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?” He asked, awkwardly laughing for the first time. Almost like he didn’t believe I could dump the popular Jake Dillinger.

“I mean, we are through!” I screamed, stomping away. I heard Jake trying to catch up with me.

“Now, now, babe. Let’s not say things we may regret,” his pleads were fruitless, as I was already heading to my next class. I heard Michael running to me, and grabbed my arm.

“(Y/N)....what….what was that?” He asked me, his mind still trying to process what happened. I shrugged and shoved my hands in his hoodie pockets.

“I dunno. Just...I couldn’t stand Jake talking about you like that. I...you didn’t deserve that kind of hate,” I sighed, and looked at my sneakers.

“And….” I mumbled a bit, trying to conceal my thoughts. “I kinda like you, Michael Mell,”

He cocked his brow, and tilted my chin to face him. “What did you say, (Y/N)?” I asked me. I took a deep breath and repeated myself a bit louder.

“I like you, Michael. I like you a lot. More than a friend,” I firmly stated, preparing for impact. I expected humiliation from a rejection I was sure to get. I was prepared to be friend zoned. Instead, I felt Michael’s mouth over mine.

“I like you too, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I like you more than a friend, also,” He smirked. I giggled and blushed, kissing him again. We were in our own private make out session, behind the lockers. After five minutes of kissing, we pulled away, panting. Our kisses had more of a spark, than when me and Jake dated. I could feel that Michael was right for me, rather than Jake. And I felt that I finally found the right man for me. I smiled, but mentally cursed at oxygen, for making me breath in between kisses.

“So….are we together?” he asked me, shyly. I giggled and kissed his lips again.

“Did that answer your question?” I smirked. He blushed again and grinned like a goofball.

“I don’t know. Maybe you should answer it again,” He chuckled. I let out a laugh of my own, as we hugged, and stayed in each other’s arm until we had to ACTUALLY go to class.

Meanwhile (Third person POV)…….

Jake was spying on the new couple, as anger filled his veins. He gripped tightly on his crutches, as he casually went to his physics class. As he entered the classroom, his brain was trying to process what happened. How could a girl like (Y/N) picked that antisocial geek over me?! I’m perfect! I’ll show her! I’ll show her that I’m 100 times better than that Michael Mell!

(End of Flashback:)

As I was remincining at the good all times, I didn’t even notice Jake was buttering me up. He was using all the cheesy pick up lines that he used before to win me over a year ago. I just rolled my eyes and placed my hand in front of him, signaling him to stop. Michael was about to stand up, but Jeremy stopped him, placing his hands on his shoulders. I gave Michael a look, telling him “I got this”. I turned back to Jake.

“Look, Jake. We had something, but….I like Michael now. He really makes me happy, and I like being with him. I’m sorry,” I was letting Jake down easy. But it didn’t stop him from flirting with me. Jake sat himself down, in between me and Michael, and swung his arm around my shoulder. I flinched, but he forcefully pulled me closer.

“Come on, (Y/N). Don’t be like that. Come on, let’s go get freaky in the janitor’s closet,” Jake grabbed my hand, pulling me up, but Michael, pulled me back down, and stood in front of me, facing Jake.

“I told you you would regret laying another hand on (Y/N)!” Michael was ready to punch Jake, but Jeremy and me jolted out of our seats and pulled him away.

“Michael! Stop it! It’s fine!” I pleaded with him. Jeremy pulled him away from Jake, as Christine also got up and gave Jake an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about Michael, Jake. He didn’t get much sleep last night. Just please let us be,” She told him, pushing him away from the action, before returning to us. Before Christine could ask us if we were okay, Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the cafeteria. He was walking out of school, to his PT cruiser.

“M-Michael?! We still have school! What are you--MHM!” He forcefully pressed his lips on mine. I felt his teeth tug down lips, as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I kissed back, our tongues tangled with each others, fighting for dominance. Michael is usually a switcher. Sometimes, I would take lead, making him practically scream my name, but on other days, he would love to pull my hair and make me walk crooked for a few days. And when he’s jealous, he won’t hesitate to take over! Michael has been jealous plenty of times. Rich and Jake would always tease Michael for being the antisocial, headphone wearing geek he is. They would always flirt me up, and try to ask me out, not caring I was with Michael. The struggles of dating someone unpopular, everyone. But I did love Michael, and when Michael was dominant, he showed me he loved me A LOT!

Without being told that we were still at school, Michael picked me up, opened his car, and placed me in the back seat, as if I was fragile piece of glass. Michael still didn’t want to hurt me, or force me to do something when he’s a dominant. He could never forgive himself if he hurt me. He locked the door, and climbed on top of me. Without warning, he unbuttoned my jeans and threw them in the trunk. I gasped, but Michael saw this opportunity to swirl his tongue in my mouth again. As we were making out, he continued to remove my underwear, shirt, bra, BUT not his hoodie. He, on the other hand, was completely naked. I was a little confused, but Michael reluctantly pulled away from my mouth and stroked my clit. The car already filled with my hot moans. Michael pulled on my earlobe, and whispered into it.

“I need you to keep my hoodie on, babe,” He pressed a kissed on my ear, before trailing down to my neck. As he was biting, sucking, and of course, kissing my jawline, down to my neck, his finger, went from stroking my clit, to inserting itself inside of it. I gasped, as Michael kept trying to find my sweet spot. Every time he got closer to it, his finger curled a bit, until it made a tiny fist inside of me. I groaned his name, as he finally bit down on my most sensitive spot. He smirked against my skin, knowing exactly what he was gonna do. Looking down at all the hickies he already gave me, he proceeded to suck on my skin again, biting it every three seconds, and licking it at some points. He unzipped his hoodie on me, but didn’t take it off.

“Leave that on, princess,” He smirked, as I giggled. I saw part of my reflection in his window, and my eyes widen. How the hell did he leave so many fucking hickies on my neck, collarbone, and jawline?! I winced at the light red and purple bruises on my neck. My hand trailed down them, but Michael pulled it away, pinning both my wrists above my head.

“Princess, can I…” He motioned to my pussy. I nodded, knowing that he never fails to make me feel good. He grinned and reached into a seat pocket. He ripped out a condom and pulled it over his dick, moaning a bit. Oh god, his moans were hot! It made me want him even more. He aligned himself with my entrance, as he slowly entered me. His hard cock made me gasp and pull my head back. Hot tears were already falling from my face.

“(Y/N) are you okay?! Should I stop?!” He asked me in concern. I shook my head, telling him I just needed to adjust. He tried to calm me down, by whispering sweet nothings in Filipino, and buttering my face with kisses. I chilled out, feeling his hot breath on my skin. I shivered, as he pulled his hoodie over me, shushing me sweetly in my ear, before kissing it.

“Can I move?” He asked me. I nodded, arching my back, giving him more access. He moved his member inside of me even deeper. I groaned his name all over again, as if it was a prayer. He thrusts gradually became faster, knowing I liked it when he worked his way up. One of his hands was still pinning my wrists above my head, as his free one, tugged on my hair, jerking my head back. He kept pounding inside of me, as he kissed every single hickey he gave me, starting from my jawline. I screamed his name even more, as he pulled my (H/C) locks even harder, forcing me to shout his name at the top of my lungs.

“You belong to me! You’re my girlfriend, (Y/N)! Not Jake’s, not Rich’s, mine!” He growled, pumping inside of my faster, I felt my fluids moving out, as I let out the sexiset moan. This made Michael, jerk my head back, changing or position. Before I could even cum, he placed me on my knees, my ass facing him. With the condom on still, he moved his tip to my ass, and that’s when I felt his condom fill up with his own semen.

“Ride me, babe,” He kissed my ear again, as I rocked my hips back in forth. It was his turn to moan my name, as he tugged my hair again. He still kept thrusting into my asshole, as we both groaned each other’s names. We both came after a few minutes of pumps and thrusts. I panted, lying down on the back seats. Michael discarded his condom, throwing it in a trash can, under the driver’s seat. He curled next to me, holding me close, kissing my head.

“Sorry if I was too rough, princess, but I needed to make it clear. You. Are. Mine,” He whispered in my ear. I shivered, as he zipped up his hoodie on me again. I was surprised both of us could fit in the back row of seats, but I didn’t questioned it. We both fell asleep in his car, not even caring that school was going on. I heard Michael mumble stuff in his sleep, as I gently stroked his dark locks, and took his glasses off, placing them in the car holder. Yeah, he still had his glasses on while we had sex. Skills.

“When will we have our geeky, retro wedding? And then our four children. Our first son, after Jeremy, our daughters, Veronica, Heather. Oh! And maybe another son, we’ll name him Connor! And then we’ll definitely play Bob Marley at our wedding, right??” He smiled in his sleep, as I kept listening him ramble about our future together. I giggled, snuggling against him. He stroked my back, pecking the crown of my head again.

“I love you, (Y/N),” He mumbled. I kissed his chest, muttering “I love you too, Michael”.

Let’s just say...the next day….Jake saw me with the hickies on my neck. He never flirted with me again.

And of course, gotta tag my girl/inspiration! @i-just-love-writing-crap

#bmc musical #be more chill smut #be more chill #be more chill jeremy #be more chill michael #bmc nyc #be more chill christine #bmc christine #bmc jake #be more chill jake

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askthebemorechillcrew · 6 years ago

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Jeremy Smut X Reader

Jeremy Smut:

It was a Saturday night. Me and my boyfriend Jeremy were having our own little date night at his house. It was simple: Movie marathon, different types of snacks, and lots and cuddling. We were on our fifth movie, and third bag of barbecue chips. I was sipping my diet pepsi directly from the bottle, when I shifted my place on the couch, and accidentally spilled some on my boyfriend’s striped shirt.

“Ah!” He squealed a bit, as I gasped. I hurriedly took off his blue blazer, and panicked.

“I’m so sorry, Jer! Are you fine?” I asked him, as he just smiled and nodded.

“I’m fine, (Y/N). It was just pepsi. Not poison,” He chuckled and got up. “I’m gonna put on a new shirt,” He was about to leave the living room, when I grabbed his arm. I put on my sexy smirk that he loved so much and layed on the couch, my legs bent, under my torso.

“You know...you can just...not wear a shirt and we can get into something more than the movie,” I giggled, seductively as he chuckled. He kissed my hand and rested in on my lap.

“As fun as that sounds, I really should change,” Before I could utter another word, he left to his room. I frowned, keeping my eyes on the TV screen. Now that I think of it, Jeremy wasn’t really craving as much sex as I was. What was up with him?usually he would love to bang me on any surface he could find. And he couldn't resist my sexy smile and cute pose. I frowned to myself, as Jeremy came back to the living room with a fresh shirt on.

“I'm back,” he sat down next to me again, and draped his arm on my shoulder. He was wearing a new blazer too. It was like….75 degrees in his house. Why was he still wearing a jacket?

“Great…” my voice trailed off, as he frowned at me and tilted my chin with his fingers. My eyes met with his blue ones, as he kissed me before asking me what was wrong.

“Is everything okay, babe?” His voice was concerned. He could usual tell if I was having an off day. That's what made him such an amazing boyfriend. But, every good boyfriend did have his flaws. Even Jeremy. I sighed to myself, but forced a smile.

“I'm fine, Jer. Promise,” I hoped my cheeky grin was enough to fool him. His eyes were sad, knowing I was hiding something. But he gave me a goofy smile of his own and kissed my cheek.

“Alright, babe,” he and I continued to watch our movies, and take greedy handfuls of chips and sweets. We eventually got tired and fell asleep on his couch after three hours. I snuggled in his chest, but he was slowly pulling away from me. I frowned in my sleep, as I tired to snuggle closer into him. No matter how hard I tried to get closer to his body, he just kept moving away, keeping me at arms distance. Was he trying to avoid me? What was wrong?

(Time Skip: School)

“I'll text you the notes,” I told my best friend, Christine, as I slammed my locker. She needed my notes for her biology test next period, and knowing her best friend was a master at AP bio, she BEGGED me for my notes.

“Thanks so much, (Y/N)! You're an angel!” She hugged me. I rolled my eyes and giggled.

“Yeah, yeah. Save the hugging for your Jakey,” I smirked as she blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. I loved teasing her about her boyfriend as much as she teased me about Jeremy. She chuckled and placed her hands on her hips, in a teasing way.

“Oh yeah, what about you and Jeremy?” She giggled, as my face turned beet red. But not in the way that she intended. I really needed to talk about the way Jeremy hasn’t really been wanting sex, but I didn’t want to push him. Christine was my best friend, and I could tell her anything. I took a deep breath, and scratched my arm.

“Actually….” My voice trailed off, as Christine furrowed her brow.

“What happened, (Y/N)?” She asked me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Well...yesterday, we had a movie night. And...I tried to be all ‘cute’ and ‘tempting’ for him,” I tried to explain best I can, without sounding like a slut. Christine giggled and continued to listen.

“But...it didn’t work. Usually with Jer, I don’t even have to try to get his attention. He loves when we cuddle really close and get all touchy. But...he’s been kinda physically distant lately. I didn’t do anything wrong, but if I did, I don’t wanna push him,” I explained. Christine’s frown got bigger, as she thought to herself, for a moment.

“(Y/N), you have to talk to him. Communication is key in a healthy relationship” Christine’s advice burned into my brain. That was a cliche to tell your best friend to just talk with her boyfriend. But she was right. Communication was key. I nodded and thanked her. After we went our separate ways, I saw Jeremy talking to Michael outside their American History class.

“Jer! Michael!” I ran up to them. They both smiled and waved for me to join them.

“(Y/N), how’s it going?’ Michael grinned, as I stood next to Jeremy. He stepped back a bit, giving me some space. I made another tally in my head, as Jeremy didn’t want to get close to me again. I forced a smile to Michael and replied “Everything is cool”.

“Sorry guys, I’m gonna be late for class,” Jeremy adjusted his backpack on his shoulders. Michael checked his phone and cocked his brow.

“But we have--” Before he could finish his sentence, Jeremy bolted to the other side of the hall. I sighed, as Michael patted my shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He assured me, seeing through my bad mood. I looked at my other best friend. I just let out another sigh and twirled a piece of my hair.

“Is Jer alright? He’s been acting weird yesterday at his house,” I asked Michael. He scratched his pacman tattoo on his forearm.

“Actually….Jeremy’s kinda….self conscious at the moment,” He explained. I cocked my brow and crossed my arms.

“What do you mean, ‘self conscious’?” I asked him.

“Well...ever since he started to hang out with Rich and Jake...he’s been comparing himself to them. They both have really good bodies. Jake is a jock, and Rich may be a short midget,” He giggled at his hilarious comment about him. “He does have good muscles. Jeremy hates his tall, skinny appearance. It makes him feel like he doesn’t deserve you,” He explained, twirling the wire on his headphones.

“But...Jeremy has an amazing body. I don’t care that he doesn’t have muscles. He beautiful,” I replied, as Michael just shrugged.

“That’s not what Jer thinks. He’s in love with your body, (Y/N),” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, as I just blushed. “His words, not mine!” He chuckled, as my own escaped my lips.

“I mean...that’s...kinda cute he thinks he thinks that way,” I chuckled even more. “But it breaks my heart that Jeremy hates his body. And that he thinks I don’t deserve me,” My grin quickly turned into a scowl. How dare my amazing boyfriend think like that? He’s perfect, just the way he is.

“Both of you are perfect for each other, (Y/N). I was the only person he told this to. He wanted to tell you this, but he was too embarrassed,” Michael explained further, as my heart just broke even more. How could I be so stupid? Jeremy was a walking ball of anxiety, ready to be set on fire. Of course he had insecurities. My scowl was replaced by a look of guilt. Michael patted my shoulder and smiled.

“Hey, it’s not your fault, (Y/N). Talk to him. Jeremy will understand,” I beamed with happiness at Michael, the same way I did with Christine.

“Thanks Michael. I’ll definitely talk to him. Like, pronto,” I thanked him one last time, and practically ran to my next class.

(Another Time Skip: Jeremy’s house)

I was hanging out at Jeremy’s house again. My parents were overseas, my older brother was in college for another three years, so it was kinda lonely for me. Mr. Heere also loved to have me over, so he didn’t mind that much. Me and Jeremy was in his room, playing “Apocalypse of the Damned,” He almost beat me on every level. I smiled at him, seeing his eyes glued to the TV screen. I giggled, as he looked at me and cocked a brow.

“What’s up, babe?” He smirked, as I just laughed even more.

“You’re just really cute. That’s all,” I stated. He let out a giggle of his own, and blushed a bit.

“Thanks. You’re super cute, too. Too cute, if that’s possible….” His blush deepened, as he returned to the game. I scowled, and placed my hand on his thigh.

“Jer, Michael told me what happened. There is no need to be self conscious, babe. You’re perfect, just the way you are,” I came right out of the blue. I knew I shouldn’t have dumped that all on him, all of a sudden, but I just exploded. He was way too distant for my Jeremy.

Jeremy was still blushing, but for the wrong reason. He was a stuttering mess, as he looked down and ran his hand through his wavy locks.

“I...I….uh...He….he did?!” He asked me. I nodded and stroked his thigh. Instead of lightly smacking my hand away, like the past few days, he groaned a bit.

“You...you think I’m fine?” He asked me again. I smirked and kissed his lips. The kiss was gentle and soft. I didn’t want to scare him too much. Jeremy was usually a switcher. Sometimes, he would take over, and become a dominant. Other time, he would let me take charge. Today didn’t seem like that day. As I pulled back from the kiss, he grabbed my arm, and pulled me into his lap. My eyes widen at the sudden action. I tried to get off, but he placed his hands firmly on my waist, making sure I was securely on his lap.

“Where do you think you’re going, babe?” He asked me, hit hot breath hitting my neck. I shivered at his voice. He kissed my neck softly, gradually getting more rough. He sucked, bit, and licked all my sensitive spots, making me moan his name like crazy.

“Jer-Jeremy!” I screeched, hoping his dad wouldn’t hear us. I felt him smile against my skin, as he left more hickeys.

“I didn’t hear your answer, sweetheart,” He moved down to my collarbone, biting down. I saw a glimpse of the purple bruises, as my eyes teared up.

“I...the video game?” I managed to peep out. He shook his head, and reluctantly detached his lips from my collarbone, facing me. He still had a fuckboy smirk on his face.

“Sweetheart...you said my body was fine just the way it is. We can’t let that go to waste, can we?” He chuckled, and laid me down on his floor. He grabbed my wrist and pinned them above my head. He eyes were still wide as I was slightly taken back by Jeremy’s sudden dominance. Usually he would ask me for permission first. But this...this wasn’t my anxious boyfriend. He was a totally dominant Jeremy Heere.

And I loved it.

Jeremy yanked me back to our classic missionary pose, every time I squirmed. He showed no mercy, as he brutally left 50 hickies per inch on my neck and clavicle. I groaned and screamed his name. I didn’t even notice that all my clothes were taken off, saved for my black panties and matching bra. I blushed in embarrassment, trying to cover my bare body. But Jeremy quickly resumed to hold my hands tightly. He had a death grip, as his lips traveled to my panties and pulled them down with his teeth.

I repeat: HE FUCKING PULLED DOWN MY UNDIES WITH HIS TEETH!

Now that was hot.

He removed on hand from his wrists, but still held both of them with his other hand. He took his free hand and shoved a finger in my clit. I gasped and pulled my head back, my (H/L), (H/C) hair digging into his blue carpet floor. Yeah...that's gonna leave an imprint. He smirked, still fully clothed, as I only had my bra on. I felt a cold breeze come from his AC and hit my body. I shivered, as I whined.

“Jer--” He stopped my right there, by adding another finger inside me.

“That’s not my name, babe,” His smirk became more sexy as I moaned louder, trying to clear my mind and think of something.

“Uhh...daddy?” I asked him, as he thrusted his fingers deeper inside of me. I groaned and arched my back, giving him more access.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked me, curling his two fingers. My moans became more and more close, as his fingers curled against my vagina. I tried my best to say something. Anything!

“I...uhh...OHHH!” Was all the came from my mouth, as Jeremy dipped three fingers in total in me.

Jeremy! It’s not fair you have clothes on and I don’t!

I wanted to say that. But I felt a pressure build up in my abdomen. I was already cumming?! Since I couldn’t think straight to even say anything, Jeremy just shrugged and continued to pump into my pussy. His teeth unclipped my bra, leaving me 100% naked. His mouth made its way to my breasts and bit my nipple. I moaned louder, as milk secreted from my breasts. He sucked it off, only making more come out. He sucked harder and harder, as he pulled his fingers out, licking off my cum. I whined at the empty feeling inside, as he rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead.

“Don’t be greedy, sweetheart. You’ll feel good soon,” He smiled sweetly and seductively at the same time. He pulled down his jeans and boxers, making his thick dick spring out. I admired his full length, as he pulled on my hair lightly, but strong enough to make me look at him.

“Wanna suck me off, sweetheart?” He asked me for permission. I nodded, as he kept his smile and lowered his dick into my mouth.

“I’m out of lube, babe. The only lube will be your saliva. Start sucking,” He commanded. I did as I was told and sucked on his length, swirling my tongue around his tip. He moaned, as he jerked his head back. I sucked harder, making him groan my name. He was getting his fair share of moans, as he practically screaming my name like a prayer. A half second later, I bit down on his tip. That’s when he pulled his cock back out, now glazed with my saliva. He aligned it with my entrance. He looked at me, for permission as I nodded. Not being told twice, he entered me. We both were moaning and groaning each other names, as Jeremy’s thrust got more rough. After an hour, his thrusts got more sloppy, but was still cumming. His fluids filled me up as mine did the same to him. I was seeing stars, as he pulled his cock out. He laid on the floor with me, holding my close to his chest. I was panting heavily, as I curled up, listening to his heartbeat to calm me down.

“Was I too rough, sweetheart?” I heard him ask me, stroking my hair. I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. He pecked my forehead and rested his chin on my head.

“I’m sorry. I love you too much, I can’t control myself,” He grinned cheesily this time. I giggled as I passed out in his arms.

“So….my body still hot to you?” He asked me, one more time. I just nodded and looked at him, before falling asleep.

“Oh babe….you don’t even know,” I giggled as we both finally closed our eyes, getting some shut eye.

Tagging my inspiration (Hope you don’t mind XD): @i-just-love-writing-crap

#bmc #bmc jeremy #bmc micheal mell #be more chill #be more chill smut

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