#manipulative!michael

your richly dark cheeks would get so hot as his hand began traveling up, practically kissing your most sensitive spot. you would never say anything though. you’d let him because you didn’t think he meant it with dirty intentions. he was just a touchy guy right? nothing was wrong about this. it’s all casual you would repeat to yourself mentally. he’d sometimes touch you when you were talking to him about your day. you would go on and on about whatever problem you got yourself stuck in at the time and he would gently put his hand on your thigh or that special spot on your lower back and rub you in circles. “and then what?…” he’d say with that oh so gentle voice. all you could do was stutter as you look away from him not even remembering what you were just rambling about. your needy mind only being able to focus on how good his touch feels.

as time when on he got more clingy with you and more pushy. you’d be walking into his house and he’d come up behind you and hold you around your waist as he pushed his groin against your bottom. “mikeyy” you’d shyly giggle as he breathed in your sweet scent. “mmm i’ve missed you so much. you smell so good.” he’d say in a breathy deep tone, one hand inching up to rest right under your tit as his lips grazed your neck. you would feel your legs get unbelievably weak, letting out an involuntary whimper that was so quiet but didn’t seem to miss michael’s ears.

just like he was your comfort person you were his. he’d come to you crying about anything that upset him and of course a sweet angel like you would do anything to stop those tears. it first started with him asking for a kiss. the request shocked you for a moment but kisses could be platonic right? that doesn’t mean anything. so you’d give him little kisses. your shy nature not letting you go any farther then just a peck but michael found a way to work with that. “mm thank you angel. could i just have one more?”. and of course you’d agree. placing your lips on his for one second longer than the last. he became obsessed with the taste on your lip gloss off of your soft plump lips. he just couldn’t let this magic end. his pointer finger would go up as he asked with those puppy eyes that you just couldn’t resist…“just one more mama?”. your heart would just swell. he was such a sweetheart. how could you deny him this? he was your best friend just asking for support. it was your job to make your favorite boy better. you’d sigh. “okay…one more mikey.”. he nodded as you came back in for more upon his request. you connect your lips to his, breathing in his woodsy fragrancy. you open your eyes for a quick second to see michael’s leg gently bouncing as you kiss him. you gently smile as you pull away. his face follows yours for a moment, not wanting you to go just yet. he licks his lips aching to taste you again. “one more?” he says while fiddling with his jeans near his knee. “mikeyy…” you look away sighing. when you take in his gaze again he’s pouting at you. you tilt your head as you smile slightly at his adorable performance. “one more okay?”. he nods yet again responding with a “mhm”.

he had you there all night.

months go by and the kisses grow more provocative. he’d sneakily rest his hand on your thigh and make his way up higher inch by inch. you had stopped counting how many kisses the two of you shared. you just gave in to what he wanted. he oddly started coming to you way more often claiming to be sad and need “cheering up”. you never questioned it because deep down you knew you liked pushing the line with him. you’d arch your back as his kisses began to add tongue. the feeling was foreign but pleasant nonetheless. michael got ahead of himself as he started traveling lower. leaving wet kisses over your jaw and then your neck near your ear. “m-mikey what are you?-…” you melted right where you sat, feeling his fingers ghosting under your jean skirt on your outer thigh. your face got hotter than it ever has as you feel that familiar warmth below. you couldn’t help the poor whine that spilled from your lips. “michael…” you whimper while gripping the fabric on his shoulders. he held you against him by your waist, your weak protests having little impact. he was getting so hard in his pants at your delicate noises. they were like drugs to him. he just couldn’t get enough of you. but it ended as fast as it started when his brother marlon walks in on the two of you. “michael, y/n, momma said the foods ready come down-” he stops mid sentence at the scene and you could just die from embarrassment. michael’s hand was practically gripping your ass. you don’t know why but you could feel tears swell in your eyes. you felt extremely vulnerable, quickly pushing michael’s hands off of you. your vision is blurry as you snatch your belongings from around his room in silence and storm out pushing past marlon. as you nearly flash down the stairs you can hear michael right behind you. “y/n wait. i’m sorry.” but you didn’t want to hear it. you were humiliated. you run out of the house dashing down the driveway. michael repeatedly yelled, begging you to come back but you don’t answer. your legs don’t stop moving till you made it home.

the next morning he called with a sincere apology. something along the lines of “i’m very sorry. i never meant to make you uncomfortable. you mean the world to me angel. let me make it right to you. come by later today i got a surprise for you.”. you smile into the phone as you agreed. chest feeling warm at the idea of seeing him again even though you just saw him last night. when you came over his house he dragged you straight to his room and you were met with chips and candies on the bed accompanied with a plush white bunny with a pink bow wrapped around its collar. “movie night! and we can have a sleepover if you’d like! and…” he grabs the stuffie from off the bed and wiggles her in your face. “i got you a little friend!”. you giggle while scrunching up your nose at the tickling feeling of the fur. you grab and gently hug her. “thank you mikey.” you say as you flutter your lashes up at him. he bends down to kiss you on the nose. “of course angel.”

movie night goes smoothly. he of course rests his hand on your thigh like always, as you rest your head on his shoulder. when the two of you are ready to go to sleep you tell him how you don’t have any sleeping clothes. he then told you to just sleep in your bra and panties. your eyes widened and you were left speechless. you’ve never been in bed with him practically naked. he could see the worry in your stare. “don’t think about it so deeply. we’re close. it’s okay.” his gentle voice made you feel like you were under a spell. it’s like whatever he asked you were bound to do. you slowly stripped in front of him and he wasn’t shy from watching you. his eyes trailed up and down your gorgeous figure. the contrast of your skin against your purely white panties and bralette made him throb. he bit his lip but quickly wiped it off rubbing his hand down and over his mouth. he then grabbed the sheets he was already under and lifted them up, inviting you to join him. you accept the invitation snuggling into his warm covers. you drift off quickly that night and you couldn’t even feel michael grinding against your bottom. his erect member rubbed up and down your ass as he played with one of your tits. he’d whisper softly in your ear “you’re my sweet girl. mine. mine. mine.”. you weren’t awake but your body surely was. your panties were soaked in your arousal. you unconsciously moaned in your sleep as well. they were soft and hushed but still audible if you actually tried to listen and michael made sure he was listening.

the next morning you were puzzled on why your panties felt so damp.

your kisses that were practically make outs continued on. sometimes at his house, sometimes at yours. once when he had came over to spend time with you, you excused yourself to the bathroom. as you were gone he took in your precious pink room. he loved being in your space. he could feel your sweet aura in every corner. michael stared at your dirty clothes hamper. he contemplated in his mind if it was a good idea but easily gave in rummaging through it for your dirty panties. he grabbed two pairs, and inhaled them deeply before placing them in his jean’s pockets.he then continued walking around touching and opening things but he froze when he found something oh so special. it was a baby pink vibrator stuffed in your underwear drawer. the idea of you wearing out your little cunt with vibrations shot a spike of pleasure to his cock. when he heard you walking back down the hall he quickly stuffed a clean pair of panties from your drawer in his back pocket before closing it. he then turned around to face the door, toy in hand. as you stepped back into the room your gaze shifted from your empty bed where he had previously sat, to your drawer where he was standing. your heart sunk at the sight. your mouth moved but no words came out. “what’s this angel?” michael softly says playing obtuse, a smile threatening to slip. you quickly walk up to him and try to snatch it out of his hands but he only pulls it away and over his head. you reach up practically jumping as he teases you. “what do you think about when you’re using this?” he says with a soft chuckle. “quit it mikey!” you protest feeling shame run over every corner of your body. “does it make you squirt?” his chuckles grow louder. “i said quit it!” you whine as you practically chase him around the room as he uses his height against you. he was giggling at how flustered you were. he thought it was adorable. “who do you think about?”.

you don’t answer and continue grasping at air as he holds it up. “i’ll only let you have it if you tell me.”. your face heats up even more at the knowledge that he was in fact the person you thought about as you played with yourself late at night. your soft floral sheets would get soaked as you quietly whimpered michael’s name trying not to wake your parents. you look down and cover your face with both hands as you sniffle. “you’re so mean.” you whisper under your soft cries. michael softly bends down seeing that you’re truly upset. he brings a hand away and sees the tears swelling in your eyes. “baby i didn’t mean to upset you. i’m sorry but why are you using this when im right here?”. you look up at him in confusion, brows furrowing. “that’s what best friends are for y/n. you don’t need this when you have me. i can make you feel so much better…here lay down.”. “mikey I-…” you were speechless. what was happening? he gently pushes you back and places you against the mattress. he is already pulling on the waist band of your pants as you protest. “i…i don’t think this is appropriate.”. he tilts his head. “says who?”. he strips your bottom half leaving you bare. as he spreads your legs you cover your face. “nothin to be shy about angel.” he states as he kisses all over your inner thighs. “lemme make you feel good.” is all you hear before you felt his tongue rubbing up and down your slit. your hips immediately buck into his mouth. “mikey!” you whine while gripping the sheets. your mind was going blurry so quickly. all you could think about was his wet mouth slurping you up. he didn’t let one drop of your release go to waste. “tell me who you think about…when you touch yourself.” he says into your heat.

you can’t even look at the lewd scene below you. your head shakes in response. he then takes his mouth off, making you whine and your eyes gloss over. “tell me now.” you whimper and buck your hip towards his face but all he does is pull his head away. “y-you.” your lips whisper barely audible. “what was that?”. you repeat yourself but he asks again. “who?”. you knew he was just teasing you now. “you mikey. i thought of you.”. your face burned with humiliation. he smiled tenderly as he squeezed your thigh and said “good girl.”. he began sucking your bundle of nerves located at the top of your entrance. you got so loud but it didn’t matter. your parents were out for god knows how long.

your arousal drips from his chin as he sticks his tongue inside you nearly fucking you with it. “mmm you taste so good mama.” he groans into you. “this pussy almost as sweet as you.”

ever since that day you’d let him taste you whenever he liked. if you were unsure he would ware you down just begging. “please mama. please let me taste you. i just miss it so much.”. you could never say no to him even if you tried. you became concerned about if this was okay. he was supposed to be your best friend after all. was this normal? all these worries would just wash out the second you felt him against you again. so you let him slip your panties off again and again and again. “thank you so much angel.” is all he’d say before he was in between your legs devouring you. sometimes he’d even lay you back against your bed and unbutton your bottoms to rub slow circles on your clit. “does my sweet girl imagine my fingers when she touches herself?” he’d tease while kissing your cheek and looking at your features scrunch in pleasure, knowing the answer. “you know i do mikey…” you’d whine with your face buried in his neck, hating and loving the way he made you feel slightly pathetic and small. he never asked you to return the favor. you allowing him to do this was enough for him…for now.

one day when you two were doing the usual make outs he grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch. your hand jolted back in fear. his big doe eyes looks at you as he talked to you gently. “it’s okay angel. it’s just me. don’t you want to feel me too?” you did want to feel him, more than anything. you began rubbing along his shaft over his clothes coyly and he let out a deep sigh. “oh yes...” he breathed as he came back in to kiss you. not too long after he was telling you to unbutton his pants and of course you complied. he talked you through how to stroke him and you were surprisingly good at it. he was a whimpering mess in your mouth. “ooo mama that feels so good…ah…ah…”. before you knew it he was cumming all over your hand. michael watched you fixate on the white sticky liquid. you brought it close to your face to see it clearer. “taste me. it’s okay.”. your face got hot as you hesitated. you’ve never done anything like this before. you continue staring while contemplating but michael grew impatient and pushed your fingers into your mouth. “mmm…there you go. you like that?” he hummed as he watched you suck every last drop with needy little eyes.

as usual mikey came to you again with teary eyes telling you about how distressed he was. your heart was easily hurt from his current state. you hated to see him like this. “what can i do mikey? i never want you to be sad…”. he felt his heart melt in his chest at your kindness. “well i was thinking…maybe i could…feel you.” you questioned his words. “what do you mean?” you’d ask innocently. his gaze traveled down to your chest. “i mean…could i feel your titties?” when your eyes widened, he quickly put his hand on your thigh. “it’s okay y/n. what did i say? best friends do this for each other right? you want me better don’t you?”. you nodded quietly while looking away from him. “exactly.” is all he said before his big hand was needing at the warm flesh of your chest. you whimpered and arched into his touch. he didn’t waste time to kiss all over your neck as he did it. his tongue travels across your sweet spot behind your ear. michael can feel your nipples already begin poking through the fabric of your top. he whispers “can i see them?”. he stares at your breast spilling out, cleavage being at full display. before you can answer he’s already pulling up your shirt. “mikey-” you whine but he cuts you off. “shhh…” is all he says before throwing the shirt to the side and undoing your bra. he leans back to take in the sight. “wow. you are gorgeous.” he sighs. he grabs a hand full of you with both hands. he squishes your tits and plays with your hersey kiss nipples. he takes in every soft moan as he touches you. “you’re little noises are so cute mama.” he sighs as he returns to your neck plastering feather light kisses all over. soon those kisses go lower and you feel him wrap his lips around your tit. his tongue swirls around the warm skin as you whine even louder.

as weeks went by everyday when you were with him yall would kiss and he’d touch you all over and of course taste you. he even convinced you to let him dry hump you. your pussy would get so wet feeling his shaft grow harder and harder against you. the two of you started to refer to it as private time. with each day going by it’s like the two of you pushed the bounds of your friendship further. he’d just tell you that this is what friends do over and over. he must have been telling the truth. your sweet mikey would never lie to you. you started to become very comfortable with your private time with him. it started to feel like routine now. the more you agreed the less he had to push. even when you weren’t with michael, he still thought of you, especially at night. when he was tucked away under his covers he’d stroke himself with the lace panties he stole from you. he would leak all over your expensive fabric. before he started he would always take a deep whiff of the crotch area. he loved the smell of your natural aroma. his eyes would roll back as he did it. your smell genuinely felt like crack to him. sometimes he’d even touch himself in the middle of the day with you in mind. he wouldn’t stop even if you called him. you’d rant to him for hours and he would just touch himself every second to the sound of your voice. he loved to imagine your wetness sucking him in and not letting go. his soft voice would moan your name again and again as he closed his eyes and pumped himself. he’d mutter under his breath as his imagination took over. you’re so wet mama, fuck you’re so tight, who’s pussy is this?

michael would be very territorial over you. he didn’t like any other men talking to his sweet girl. he’d noticed when guys flirted with you, you’d laugh more than he cared for. it would make his blood boil. one day when you went back home with him, he lets you know how bothered he is. you felt terrible, you never wanted to disappoint him. “seems like you liked that guy more than me.” he’d shake his head and sigh. “no no mikey never. you know i care about you most. always!”. you stood on your tippy toes to be closer to his face as he turned away from you. “i don’t know i mean it’s like you’d rather have private time with that guy instead of me.” you shook your head quickly. “no mikey that’s just not true!” your soft voice tried to sound prominent but still came off gentle. he says nothing as he goes to sit on his bed and you follow him like a lost puppy. the two of you sit in silence he stares at the floor. you fiddle with your finger anxiously trying to find a solution. your big pretty eyes look at him with so much love and admiration as your body folds with worry. you then place a hand on his lean thigh. “i’m really sorry. what can i do? please tell me.” you plead. his eyebrow twitches as he slowly looks your way. “well it’s one thing i have in mind…”. “what is it?” you quickly answer, eager to satisfy him. “you could..let me fuck you.”. your gaze broadens as you take in a soft deep gasp at the notion. the idea of michael inside you made your mind go fuzzy. you’ve imagined it hundreds of times and not one time did guilt not wash over you. now that dream could become reality.

“i…i don’t know…” you’d say hesitantly, but he is quick to shut it down. “i’d be gentle with you i promise. don’t you want to make it up to me?”. you fiddle with the hem of your skirt as you look at your feet slightly dangle and his rest comfortably against the floor. as you look back at him it’s like his gaze went dark. a wave of anxiety washes over you as your heart started to beat faster. your body began to feel like a target. you were a bunny and he was a fox waiting to pounce on its prey. “are…are you sure that’s what you want?” you whisper and he nods as he comes forward to leave wet kisses against your neck. you feel his hand under your chest against your rib as he gently pushes you back. in a hurry he slips your panties off before you changed your mind and of course he couldn’t make love to you before tasting your sweetness on his tongue. he sucked and licked your bud as he felt himself already getting hard in his jeans. he couldn’t detach from you till you were shaking and squealing his name. he then stood up and unbuckled his belt and you watched with your legs spread for him. your gaze was a little anxious and of course michael noticed. he delicately grabbed you by the bottom of your jaw as he pulling his boxers down and squished your cheeks saying “don’t worry angel. you’re just helping me out. you’re being such a good best friend.”. you then felt his tip against your entrance. you whine just from the contact alone. “fuck…you’re already so wet mama.” he teases, rubbing his length up and down your core. michael waits for you to exhale before pushing his length deep inside you.

the stretch of his cock makes you see stars. the feelings is so heavenly, you almost forget where you are. no time is wasted as he begins moving his hips against yours. “mm you feel so good. fuck.”. all you hear is the slap of his hips and the groans from his mouth. for someone that said he would be gentle he was sure being a little rough. he watches you look up at him with eyes full of ecstasy. michael can tell how much you’re already falling apart. “see angel? how can something be so bad when it feels so good?”. his hands then grip your hips and start fucking you like you were his personal pussy pocket. the feeling was too much. your eyes start to water and they stream down but all he does is bend down to lick it up. “you’re mine. only i can feel you like this. you understand?” his normal soft voice has turned into a deeper one. with wide eyes you nod, fully over taken by his charm. a part of you wanted to tell him to stop. it felt so good but to the point where it was overwhelming. however, you kept letting him use you,

because that’s what best friends are for.

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꣑୧ writer’s note ꣑୧

i really loved writing this!! i’m happy with how it turned out and hopefully you did as well. it really fed more into my michael psychosis. also don’t be scared to send me asks for michael. i’m obsessed so i’ll literally write nearly anything that has his name attached to it lmfao. anyways hope you enjoyed. alani loves you.

thanks for reading <3.