Livvy x Michael "Michael why don't you just shut up?" You hissed. There was a moment of silence as you and Michael just stared at each other before he snaps, "Why don't I just fuck you until you're screaming your apology to me for being so disrespectful?" Your mouth opened lightly in surprise along with your eyes, hesitantly, you took a step back. Michael watched you for a moment before you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. He was *smirking* at you. You force out a small and hesitant laugh. "M-Michael? You're joking right? You wouldn't..." You cut yourself off licking your lip as you felt your heart thumping violently inside your chest. You began taking steps back, as hot as what Michael was suggesting is, you felt compelled to move back. That is, until your calfs ran into the sofa, the speed you were baking up at causing you to fall onto it. Michael is full out beaming now, stalking towards you like a predator to its prey. "Be a good girl..." He purred out as he reached you, pinning you to the sofa. Your heart felt like it was about to force it's way up your throat. Michael raised his hand to your face his eyes literally doing the eye-rape thing. His hand carrassed your cheek, down to your neck giving your tits a light squeeze before finding their way to your waist. You felt a chill run up your spine and you shivered under Michael. "Do you want to apologise now? Or do you really want me to punish you." He whispered into your ear. You let out a soft gasp before responding with a sharp, "no" it wasn't your fault, he started it. Michael let out a soft hum pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. The older boy met your gaze, an evil glint in his pastel green eyes. You felt his hand slip inside your shirt from behind, and your eyes slipped close. "So you want to be punished?" You didn't respond as you felt your bra being undone. When you felt your bra loosen, Michael began kissing your jaw line, moving every so *slowly* to your neck. His hand began moving forward to cup your breasts, causing a soft moan to escape your lips, the slightly rough pads of his thumbs playing with the buds of your nipples. Michael's mostly bleach blonde hair carrassed your chin as he peppered our neck with love bites. "Hmm, how should I punish you Livvy? Should I put you across my knees? Should I make sure you don't come? Should I use you for my own pleasure?" Michael murmured, licking over a new mark he had formed. You reach out your hands in an attempt to lace your fingers into Michael's mostly bleach blonde hair.Only to have Michael pull away and grip your wrists in one of his hands his other caressing your cheek again. "I know, baby, how about I fuck you without you touching me? Fucking you till you're screaming doesn't seem much of a punishment." Michael stands up, "Stay there or else..." The boy chuckles as he goes into his room. You close your eye to catch your breath. "Livvy, come up here." You hear Michael call, not really shouting. Slowly, you push off the sofa, your legs weak still from what Michael was doing, unsure of what was to come. You gentle push open the door to you and Michael's bedroom. He's sitting on the bed, in nothing except his boxers. He has his leather belt in his hand, your eyes widen in fear and you try to take a step back, but Michael's words stop you, "Strip." He murmurs, his voice soft yet commanding. Hesitantly, you do as you were told, slowly though. "Get on the bed, facing the ceiling." Michael instructs when you are completely naked. You do as you were instructed, slowly still. Michael began caressing you again, but this time he went from your neck to your shoulder to your wrists, he takes both of them gently and holds them above your head, he takes the belt and you hear a series of noises as you felt your wrists being bound to the head board. "M-Michael?" You whisper as his hand comes down to carcass your face again. The boy doesn't answer, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses instead. "Baby, if you apologise I'll go slow." Michael bargains, but still you refused to apologise. Michael pouts at your silence, "Fine." Then he leans down further to whisper in your ear, "I'll just have to get it out of you myself." He pulled back and got a bottle of lubrication out. He licked his lips, showing you the actual meaning of eye fucking, before he reached his hands down to caress your breasts again, you let out a soft moan, which began steadily creasendoing as he leant his head down to lap at the tender flesh and the buds of your nipple. You felt your nipples become erect as you tugged at your restraints. Michael unlatches himself from your nipples and murmurs, "Be a good girl." When he sees you tugging. His hands began sliding down from your breasts down to your thighs, spreading them open and eye fucking your vagina. You chew on your lower lip, trying to close your legs in embarrassment, Michael licked his lips again, wetting it completely before looking up to meet your gaze, his pupils expanding so the pastel green in his eyes were almost non existent. His grip tightens on your thighs as he moves lower to your actual vagina. You look down and immediately regret it wen you see how Michael looks literally buried in your vagina. You let out a cry as you felt his tongue poke you.You felt yourself being stretched out around Michael's tongue, it wasn't painful just not comfortable. "M-Michael it... It's my first time... Won't-ah-won't you let me touch you?" You gasped out as Michael's younger did this THING, like, like he was scooping something out with his tongue. The tip curling back slightly as he pulled it out partially. It was amazing, His tongue curling up and brushing your prostate. You cry out in pleasure as he repeats the action once more. He pushes forward so his tongue reaches further, after a few more times he eases a finger in besides his tongue. He purred as you clenched around him. He slowly began moving that finger stretching you open steadily, as angry as he was he didn't want to hurt you. After a while of constant pleasure and a good burn, another finger is eased into you, using your own lubricants. You cried out in pleasure at the sweet burn of Michael's fingers, scissoring, twisting and stretching you open. Your cheeks flushed at how deliciously exposed to him you were, giving all your trust over to Michael. You moaned out, wanting-no- lusting for more. You felt your muscles clench around his tongue and digits, without your say. Michael's tongue licked over your walls, around his fingers once, before he pulled his tongue out from inside you, meeting your gaze as he licked his lips. As he did so another finger was slipped into you, opening further whilst you moaned and writhed helplessly beneath Michael. You tugged at the belt again, needing more touch, the belt clicked and rattled holding still. Moans and whines fill the room as you tensed feeling a warmth welling up inside your tummy. Michael hums as he pulls his fingers out from your vagina, causing a sad cry to leave your mouth at the loss. Michael licked at one of his fingers, slick with your own lubricants, he stared at you as he reached his fingers down to gather more, using the substance to slick his cock. "M-Michael? Why don't you use the lube?" Yo question as the boy carried on slicking his cock. Michael frowned up at you, "Why don't I cram the bottle in your mouth and use it as a gag?" He asks in the same tone as before, making your mouth snap shut. A slight smile plays at Michael's lip, from your obedience. He leans forward, using his forearm to hold him up, guiding your legs around his waist as he pressed his lips to yours, engaging in a loving kiss. You let your eyes close as you lean into the feel of Michael above you, only to snap them open with a gasp as Michael thrusts into you. Michael tugs lightly at your bottom lip, pausing for less than enough time for you to adjust to the stretch, almost a mocking gesture. Michael licks over your lips before burying his face into the crook of your neck, depriving you of seeing the pleasure you were giving him. You feel his sharp intakes of breath as he ruts into you, lusting for more pleasure, as you tug against the leather restraining your wrists. And then his crown brushed your prostate, and the moan was literally wracked out of your body at the pleasure. Your legs tensed around Michael pulling him closer, pushing him further in, you let out a cry, and then Michael's hand is playing with your breasts again. Cupping them, squeezing them and pinching the buds of your nipple as you throw your head back. Your thighs tense as you feel the warmness in the pit of your stomach again. "More!" You manage to cry out. Michael, too far lost in his pleasure to remember your punishment, abides with your request. You felt the pleasure build up more. More. MORE, until it spilt over, you came with a cry, your muscles clenching uncontrollably around Michael. Michael's pants become heavier and heavier until he has to pull out before spilling his seed all over your upper thighs and crotch area. You moan in approval as Michael collapsed onto you, wanting to giggle, but too tired to do so. "Where is your apology, Michael? You were wrong babe." You teased. Michael pouted burying his face between your boobs. "I made you scream didn't I?" Michael asks, a smirk apparent on his face. "But not an apology, and you were literally screaming along too." You grin cockily. Michael picks his head up, licks his lips before saying, thoughtfully, "Your right. Maybe I should still spank you, you'd like that wouldn't you?" You pout before snapping back, "Well, you did me up with a leather belt for my first time, which I'm sure is going to give me chaffed wrists." That knocked the smile of his face, "Sorry." He murmurs. "I'm not upset about that, it's the fact that you snapped at me for 'flirting' with Luke! Goodness sake I was laughing!" You yelled, michael seems to shrink back slightly, causing you to sigh. There is silence, thick in the room, before you hear, ever so softly, "'M sorry..." Being murmured, once more against your chest. You smile, leaning your head down to press a kiss to his head, "Good, now untie me, I want to cuddle."
