#manipulative!bsfmike

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No Ordinary Love

Manipulative!bsf Mike x innocent!fem reader

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Summary: A few days ago, Michael helped you learn how to pleasure yourself. Now, you find yourself wanting more.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, begging, smut, mentions of masturbation and reader not being able to make herself cum, fingering, overstimulation, breast stimulation, clit rubbing, pinning down? I always write for x black reader, i just make sure my fics work for everyone!

A/n: idk guys, hope yall like this!! (Lmk👀👀)

A few days ago, your best friend showed you how to pleasure yourself. After he showed you how to well… masturbate, you’ve done your best to remember his demonstrations.

The way his fingers circled your clit. Or how deep he managed to get inside of you. But no matter how hard you tried to copy his moves, you just couldn’t… what’s the word?… Cum.

So, each time, you would feel unsatisfied, sticky, and wet. You need more. Who would be better to ask other than the man who started this? You couldn’t come up with an answer.

And so, here you are, sitting on Michaels bed, both of you watching Peter Pan. Well, him more so than you. You sigh, not sure how to approach the topic. Michael looks over to you, eyebrows furrowed. “Is something wrong?”

You shift your gaze from the TV to him. “Huh? Oh, y-yeah.” You stutter. “Are you sure? Looks like you have something on your mind.” He chuckles softly. You mentally groan; of course, he knew you had something on your mind. He definitely wouldn’t be letting this go anytime soon.

“Uh well- I just, I’m not sure how to say this-“ You ramble before getting cut off by Michael saying your name sternly. “Just say it. You know you can tell me anything.” He says, his hand moving to your thigh.

You sigh once again. “I need you.” Your face grows warm with embarrassment. “Oh?” His eyebrows raise in surprise. ‘Thank God’ he thinks to himself.

Ever since he showed you how to masturbate, he couldn’t get enough. The way your pussy glistened, the way you moaned, the way your hips jerked up when he found your G-spot.

The thought about it alone makes him hard. “The sane way I showed you how to pleasure yourself?” You nod.

“Every time I try to pleasure myself, I can’t cum.” You whine. Michael can’t help but chuckle. You’re so cute.

Next thing you know, your pants and panties are gone, somewhere in his room. He’s behind you, just like the last time. Your sitting between his legs, your legs spread open.

He moves his left hand to your thigh, moving his right hand down to you pussy, spreading your wetness around before having his middle finger rub your clit.

You moan softly, your legs already trying to close, thighs clenching.

“Feels good?” He asks, voice low in your ear. You nod rapidly, eager for more.

He continues to rub your clit before tracing your pussy with his hands, then tracing your slit with his middle finger again. “Mikey.” You whine out. “I need more… please.”

“Patience, sweet girl.” He says. Fingers moving to your clit, your folds, then moving back to your slit repeatedly. You whine out once again, from pleasure and from Michaels teasing.

“Just a greedy little thing…” he says, moving his hand from your thigh to your breast, massaging it. “Quit teasin’ me…” you whine out once again.

Michael finally listens to your wishes, sticking a finger inside of you, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you.

You moan a bit louder in satisfaction, finally getting what you want, and in pleasure.

Soon, Michael inserts another finger inside of you, now picking up his pace. Your moans are now coming continuously, legs slightly trembling. “You wanna cum?” He asks condensingly.

You nod, your pussy throbbing around his fingers. Feeling the pleasure inside of you continue to build up inside of you, and so, you cum.

Finally. After so long you’re finally able to cum. Your mouth hung open, a silent cry escaping from you. As your orgasm passed, your head fell back on his chest.

But then, Michaels fingers resumes his previous actions. Your head snaps up before looking back at him. “Mikey, what- what are you doing?” You say, bucking your hips back, doing your best to escape his touch.

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, his fingers rubbing your clit in a rapid pace, his fingers following the same pace.

“I-I just-“ You cut yourself off with a moan. “Hm? Finish your sentence for me.”

“I just wanted to cum!”

“And Im gonna make sure you do. Over and over and over and over again.”

You whine, your head turning left and right. “Please, I-I can’t.” Your legs closing around his hands. “Open your legs.” He says, leaving no room for an argument.

You follow his orders, your legs opening. “There you go.” He says, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You moan, feeling something different build up inside of you, compared to when your orgasm would normally approach.

“What, I- somethings wrong. I- ah! I have to pee.” You moan, your hips jerking up.

Michael smirks, he knows what your body is about to do, you’re gonna squirt. “Sh sh” He says, pinning your hips down.

Then, it happens, you squirt. A gush of liquid comes out of you, quite literally squirting into the air. Michaels movements slowing down a bit.

“There you go baby.” He murmurs. As you come down your high, your chest rises up and down rapidly. “Thank you…” you phant out.

“ ‘Thank you?’ “ He questions. “You’re not done yet, baby.” He chuckles, moving to go in front of you on his knees.

What? Oh no. No way he’s being serious. “What? That mouth got you in trouble again?” He smirks.