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IM AN IDIOT sssOxx MADE ME REALISE THAT I SPELT CHEF WRONG DLDKFKREMELE
~Jeremy's pov~

Jeremy groaned, he was in his bed unable to sleep at exactly 1:47am in the fucking morning because he was on his period and fucking horny.

It sucked, he was always overly horny when he was on it, too! He didn't understand why? He hated periods, they were reminders that his body wasn't the one he wanted, and that he nor his boyfriend could touch him in the way he wanted because ew yuck blood that's absolutely disgusting.

He groaned, alone and without his boyfriend to atleast cuddle up to him, he was also really really fucking tired.

Suddenly his phone went off, and with a groan and a hiss, he reached over for it. Who could that be? The thought cost him to miss the phone but hit it off the table, he groaned and reluctantly moved to grab the luckily un-damaged phone from the ground.

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You sleepin, bub?

Michael what the everloving fuck are you doing awake. Jeremy immediately thought, sitting up and texting his friend.

Remy the fucking rat chef
You best believe I ain't
Why the fuck are you up?

Almost immediately Michael guesses my attitude.

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Period, huh?

Remy the fucking rat chef
Naturally
I'm also really fucking horny help

I type out, Michael responds the same time as I finish typing my message and hit send

Remy the fucking rat chef
But I'm also tired and can't sleep h

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Help?~

I choke, and let my fingers give response.

Remy the fucking rat chef
DKDKDKMDFHDJKS
go to horny jail you cuck

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Baby ;(

I wonder to send him that meme of the dog bonking the other dog in the head but the writers not bothered to post it for this chapter so I'm not either.

Remy the fucking rat chef
Guess you can't sleep cause you're horny?
Poor mike, even if I want it too it's not like I can make my period go away with the snap of my fingers and get you to fuck me senseless

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Yeah, thinking of you made my dick go "hi" so yeah

Pfft, I remember a line from my all time favourite movie Austin Powers: International man of mystery which reminds the writer that he and his boyfriend needs to watch that together, and he's going to add that to the list of "things to watch with Michael <3" list.

"Pardon me for being rude, It was not me, it was my food. It just popped up to say hello, and now it's gone back down below."

Ah, Mike Myers is truly great. Huh. What's with my infatuation with blokes with the name or abbreviation of Michael? Eh, whatever.

I remember Michaels texting and look to see what he's saying.

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You wanna call? Help me out here?~

I think of a better idea

Remy the fucking rat chef
How about you come over instead?

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How did I not think of that
Wow
I'm dumb
Dumb and in love
With you ^^
I'm on my way, babycakes, you're the smartest <3

Sweet. Well I guess I can get somehow, and then cuddles. :0 I can't wait for cuddles :D

In the moments Michaels not here I stare at my phone, looking at nothing in particular, just scrolling through my Instagram before I hear a knock on my window and see Michael on the tree trying to reenact a scene from Dear Evan Hansen. He lets himself in so he doesn't break his arm just because he's hard.

He stands, hands in his spunky cargo shorts with his dick impressed against the fabric, I stare at him and then look up at his chipper smile with a raised brow. "Hey sweetpea," he says, shoulders relaxed in his CREEPS sweater, "howzit hangin'?"

"Don't exchange formalities while your boners springing from your pants." I look back at my phone, "Get over here." He does, cautious and leaning on his arms as he kicks his shoes off. "Gee, my rat chef is really steaming, hmm?"

I tsk, and look at his nickname on messenger. "Y'know, you're really fucking wrong." I look at him, "Phineas and Ferbs soundtrack is obviously a fucking masterpiece filled with love that throws mad shade at Michael Eisner's bullshit." Michael looks at me, "Damn." He blinks. "But like, babe," he moves his hands around to emphasise. "They sing about fucking hot dogs for no reason."

I roll my eyes, "Do you want to get semi laid tonight or what?" Michael blushes and looks at me vulnerably. "Yes..." he almost whispers. "Then shut up and lay down." I brush some hair behind my ear with a huff as he does, clutching the sheets and biting his lips.

"I love it how you get all power bottom-y when you're on your period." He says, as I shuffle to lay down between his slightly spread legs, "It's to make up for the fact that you can't fuck me." I say quickly, taking out his dick.

"Wait." He says, and I almost immediately stop, he pouts. "Aren't you gonna kiss me, baby?" I flare up, blush blazing my face and shoulders that Michael can see from my hanging light pink sweater. I nod and crawl over, biting my lip as his hand traces up my black knee-highs and to my face, I lean in and capture his lips, feeling his dick press against my thigh.

I kiss him genuinely, somewhat apologetically, I wish he could fuck me, I really do. It's just this darn period of mine.

His hand sneaks back down to the end of the sweater and I feel him ravish at the feel of my ass in my tight underwear, he cups a cheek as I moan and I pull back to sit in his lap, he sits up and groans as I wrap my hand around his tip, thumb pressing down on the slit.

"Feeling good...?" I murmur, "Yeah, baby..." he breaths, head leaning back a bit as he closes his eyes, "So good...". I press myself against him, whimpering at the emptiness inside me, he sighs through his nose as I rub up and down, almost delicately, my pointer finger rubbing circles on his hip bone as I lean forward and mouth at his neck, I feel his hand on my hip sneak down into my underwear to feel my bare bum and moan as I speed up my movements on his dick.

"What would do you do to me if you could fuck me right now, Mikey?" I breath, nuzzling his neck as he grips down on my ass. "Oh baby, you don't even know. As muchhhh as I love you like this, I want to pin you to a wall so bad and fuck you nice and deep while you're clinging to me, mewling." I tense at that, gripping the tip.

I grind my body near his dick and we both moan collectively, I bite my lip, rubbing as if it were me touching myself "M-Mike, I'd love that. Once this whole shitholes over you can make me cum around your dick, or on your lips whenever you want." I breath, his shoulders tense and precum leaks from the tip. I giggle at the effect have on him.

"Fuck, g-grind on me and my thigh, love." He commands, I moan and rub myself more on his thigh, he supports me with a hand on my hip as I grip his shoulder and grind on his thigh with my clothed area pressed against his bare one. He leans down and sends kisses on my neck, biting down when he comes, making me squeal at the feeling.

He pulls back, "B-baby? You okay?" He completely stops my hand from letting me rub him off his high, before I can speak he looks down on where he bit down and his face flushes. "Oh god, s-sorry. I couldn't control what I was doing, I felt too good."

I catch my breath and look at him, hand still dripped with his cum and firmly grasping his dick still. "Honey it's fine, you give me hickies and bite marks all the time." I blush, "I just, got caught of guard. It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Good." He says seriously, and wraps his arms around my shoulder and nuzzles my neck, I look down and after awhile say. "You should clean up the mess you made." Which makes him laugh because of my snappy tone. "Alright, alright. But you're coming with. Your hands sorta in a sticky situation too, you know." He winks. I flare and snap, "I swear to god, mich." he laughs.