#yeaiamme2

"What about you Michael? Is there someone in your life?" You ask, walking past some animals that have already been fed.

"Uh.. Yeah there's-there's someone." He chuckles a bit, feeling somewhat nervous. "Oh? Do I know her by chance?" You ask, jealousy bubbling in your chest. For the past few years you've known Michael, you found yourself wondering how life would be with him. Forever.

"Eh, you might." He laughs, teasing you. You nod, not sure how to proceed with this information.

There were many people that you both knew.

Now, you're deep in thought. Could it be Diana?

No, he knows how you feel about her. Brooke? No.

So who could it b-

"Tell you what," he says, pulling you out of your thoughts, causing you to look up at him. "I'll tell you, but, you have to do something for me, okay?"

You nod. "Alright, what's up Mikey?"

Next thing you know, you and Michael are walking into his room, you in front of him. He shuts the door behind you.

"So, you remember how we had that conversation? About your sex life?" He asks.

Your face fills with heat, embarrassment flooding your body. "Michael! You know I was drunk when I told you that!"

A few weeks ago, you and Michael were riding back home from a club after spending the day together, you riding home with him so he could keep his eye on you.

As you both are stepping out of the car, Michael thanks Bill for the ride home. As you both make your way to his room, for some reason, you decide to tell your best friend that you don't know how to masturbate before passing out on his bed, knocked out cold.

"Well, what if I teach you"

Your mind goes blank. Is he serious..? Theres no way. You must be dreaming.

"What?" You question "You're joking"

"No, Im serious. Come here, girl." He says, moving in front of the body-length mirror. "Michael are you sure about this?" You ask, a little uncertain.

He sits on the floor, legs spread "Just trust me." He pats the space in front of him, knowing you'll listen.

Something in his tone makes it hard to argue.

After a pause, you lower yourself to the floor in front of him, your back close to his chest.

“Alright baby, lift up for me.” He motions to your hips. You follow what he says, letting him pull off your pants and underwear.

Now, you only have your shirt on, your legs completely bare. “There we go.” He says to himself, looking at your bare pussy through the mirror, noticing the way it’s glistening.

He shifts a bit, now growing a hard-on. “Alright, watch what I do, okay?” His voice soft. You nod. He then moves his right hand to your pussy, having his middle finger trace your slit to your lips, causing for you to moan softly.

“Aw, you’re so wet for me.” He chuckles softly. “First, if you’re wet enough, spread it through your pussy.” He then moves his middle and ring finger back to your slit, then to your clit.

“Then, you can rub your clit before you go inside…” he trails off, rubbing your clit. You moan, moving your hips a bit desperate for more friction.

“Michael, stop teasin’ me.” You whine out, almost pathetically. “Shhh baby. I’m teaching you, remember?” He’s still rubbing your clit. “Then, you can stimulate other places.” He says, now moving his left hand up underneath your shirt, past your bra to stimulate your nipples.

“And eventually, you give yourself more.” Then, he inserts his middle finger into your pussy, setting a slow pace.

You continue to let out more moans,but it’s not enough for Michael. “Now, what if I..” he mumbles to himself before finding a soft spot inside of you, causing you to moan louder.

Your hips jerk up, your hands move back to grip on Michaels thigh. “Ugh! Michael!”

“Oh, thats the spot, isn’t it? There you go baby.” He chuckles before adding another finger, now picking up his pace. “You’re doing so good for me.”

By now, the room is filled with your moans, the sound of Michaels fingers going in and out of you, as well as him praising you.

“Michael, please!” You moan out, eyes closed in bliss, he’s hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, his left hand moving back to your clit. “You gonna come f’me baby?” He asks unconsciously rolling his hips into your back.

“Y-Yes! I’m so close!” Your legs now shaking.

“You can cum baby. Don’t worry pretty girl, just let go.” He says, his voice low in your ear. And you do exactly that, your orgasm washing over you in waves, the feeling foreign to you which cause the feeling to become overwhelming very quickly, and Michael continuing his actions not helping you come over the feeling.

“Mikey, w-wait-“ you moan, trying to move his hands away from you, but you fail in your attempts.

“It’s alright baby, I’m just helping you learn remember? You can give me a few more can’t you?”

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.

"Michael, are you sure? I don't think friends do this," you said, lying down on his bed.

"Of course they do," Michael says softly. "But never mind. I'll figure it out on my own. I just thought you wanted to help," Michael says.

Manipulative Bsf!Michael, who somehow convinces you to let him eat you out, to practice for his future girl, of course!

Manipulative Bsf!Michael, who happily spreads your legs before taking a nice long lick of your pussy, 'Damn, I can't believe I waited this long.'

Manipulative Bsf!Michael, who can’t help but trace his name on your clit — he can’t help but feel pride swell in his chest as he hears your moans becoming louder.

Manipulative Bsf!Michael, who can't help but feel his ego boost higher the more he hears you moan his name. Sure, being called "The King of Pop" is great and all, but the more you moan his name out, you simply sound like an angel, made for him and him only.

Manipulative Bsf!Michael, who can't help but grind his hips into the mattress as he finally inserts 2 fingers inside of you, his mouth still focused on your clit.

As he continues to finger you, his finger brushes against a sensitive spot inside of you, causing you to moan higher and jerk your hips up involuntarily. As Michael is giving you the best head you probably will ever get, you look down and watch him, he looks like a master at work. Your juices all over his face, his eyes closed like he is working on the most important project in the world.

As his fingers continue to brush against that sensitive spot, your hips continue to jerk up, causing Michael to lift his head up, giving you a brief glance before taking your thighs and pushing them back to your chest. As Michael continues his work, you feel an odd feeling building up inside of you.

"Michael! I think — I think I have to pee!" You moan, doing your best to push Michael away, but he just won't get up.

Michael has no idea what is happening right now. All he knows is that he can't stop. He has to keep licking and fingering you — no matter what. All of a sudden, he feels your juices coat his face.

He should stop, he really should, but he just can't. "Michael, I can't take it anymore." You whine, your thighs shaking around Michael's head.

He pulls back, his fingers slowing down a bit, remaining inside of you. "C'mon baby, don't you want me to be good at this? You can give me a few more," he says before going back down on you, his fingers resuming their original pace.

'God,' you think to yourself. 'I need to start learning how to say no more.' But you can't help but look down at your best friend, who seems to be absolutely lost in your pussy.

'Anything for my best friend'

You'd gone out for drinks with coworkers after a long day. Bruce Wayne had dropped in- smooth, charming, leaning close while you laughed at something her dai, it was harmless. At least to you.

Clark saw.

And when he showed up at your apartment that night, glasses gone, hair mussed like he'd flown here in a rage, you knew you weren't dealing with the mild-mannered reporter anymore.

"Geez, you didn't even answer my calls," he said, voice low and rough. "I had to come check on you. Had to make sure you weren't still with him."

You blinked. "Clark, I was with coworkers. Bruce-"

"Bruce," he nearly spat the name. His jaw ticked, eyes darker than you'd ever seen them. "You think I didn't notice the way he looked at you? The way you laughed at his jokes? Golly, it nearly killed me."

He stepped closer, towering, his hands flexing like he was holding himself back. "You're mine. You know that, don't you?"

And before you could answer, his mouth was on yours.

Clark kissed you like he was drowning- messy, desperate, teeth clashing. His big hands grabbed your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the bedroom.

You gasped into his mouth, "Clark- slow down, we can talk-"

But he pressed you into the mattress, his glasses falling to the floor, his eyes glowing faintly red with restrained anger, "Talk? After watching him touch you? No, darlin'. Tonight, you listen."

His mouth trailed hot kisses down your neck, sharp nips that made you yelp. He growled against your skin. "You taste better than I ever imagined. Geez, I'm never lettin' anyone else near you."

Clothes tore away- literally. His hands shredded your top and skirt like tissue paper, leaving you bare beneath him.

"Clark!" you gasped, half- scandalized, half-thrumming with heat.

"Shhh," he soothed, even as his rough palms groped your thighs. "You trust me, don’t ya? I'll take good care of you. Promise."

He kissed down your stomach, spreading your thighs wide with ease. The first stroke of his tounge against your folds made your back arch. He groaned like he'd found heaven itself.

"Gee whiz, sweetheart... so wet for me already."

He buried himself between your legs, licking and sucking until your thighs trembled. His hands pinned his hips down when you tried to squirm. "Stay still for me. Be a good girl and let me eat my fill."

Your climax hit fast, overwhelming, but he didn't stop. He lapped at you through it, dragging another orgasm out of you until you were begging. "Clark, too much- please!"

He finally pulled back, chin slick, and gave you a soft almost boyish smile- ruined by the darkness in his eyes. "Didn't know my girl could come so fast. Golly, you're somethin' else."

Then he was undoing his belt, pulling out his cock- impossibly thick, flushed, veins bulging.

Your eyes widened. "Clark-"

He just kissed your forehead. "It'll fit. You're mine. I'll make sure of it."

Clark lined himself up, his grip firm on your hips, holding you perfectly still. You could feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your soaked enteance, so much thicker than you were ready for.

"Relax for me," he murmured, though his voice was strained with the effort of holding back.

Then he pushed forward, slowly at first, forcing your body to stretch around him. The pressure built until you gasped, the fullness almost too much. He hissed through his teeth, savoring how tight you felt, how your walls clung to him with every inch.

"That's it, sweetheart... let me in."

Your fingers dug into the sheets as he bottomed out in one deep, overwhelming thrust. You cried out, your body trembling at the sheer intrusion, the sting mixing with a wave of pleasure.

Clark groaned, burying his face against your shoulder as if the sensation of being buried inside you was too much to take. "You're so tight. Feels like you were made for me."

He didn't give you long to adjust. His hips drew back just enough before slamming forward again, the force making your breath catch. Each thrust drove him deeper, stretching you further until all you could do was whimper his name.

The more he kept going, the more the burned, your nails dug into his shoulder as tears pricked your eyes. "Clark- stop, it's too deep!"

He froze. His breath hitched, his face hovering just above yours. "What'd you say?"

"I-I can't-"

"You telling me what to do with my pussy?" His voice dropped, gravelly, a dangerous edge you'd never heard before. "Sweetheart, this is mine. Not Bruce's. Not anybody's. Mine."

And he drove in harder.

You screamed his name as he set a brutal pace, each thrust forcing the air from your lungs. His hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. "That's it. Take it. Geez, you feel so good- so tight around me."

Your body gave in, clenching, orgasm crashing over you again. Clark groaned, nearly losing control. "You're milking me, darlin'. Golly- you're perfect."

He flipped you onto your stomach without warning, dragging your hips up and slamming back inside. His thrusts were brutal, shaking the bedframe. One of his huge hands pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, while the other gripped your ass possessively.

Then- smack. His palm came down hard, the sound echoing through the room. Your body jolte forward with a cry.

"Count," he growled.

"O-one," you whimpered, your voice muffled by the sheets.

Another slap, sharper this time, the sting spreading across your skin. "Louder."

"Two!"

He groaned low in his ches, spanking you again, your ass reddening under his hand. The combination of the sharp paon and the relentless stretch of him inside you blurred together, overhelming you.

"Three," you sobbed.

"That's my girl," he praise roughly, landing another smack, harder, making your whole body shudder. You squealed, your walls clenching tight around him in reflex.

"Four," you gasped.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear his hand still poised to strike. "Golly, look at you. Taking it all so well for me. Sweetheart, you're gonna come from this aren't ya?"

You shook your head franctically, already trembling from the overload of sensation. But another spank cracked down, and your body betrayed you, arching back into his hand.

"Five," you moaned this time, voice breaking.

Clark groaned like he was losing control. He slapped you ass again, rougher, the sound sharp, skin burning. His cock drove deeper, grinding into you as he whispered, "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."

"Six- I'm yours, Clark!"

"That's right." His hand soothed over the heated skin, then squeezed, almost tender. "All mine."

Every time you thought you were spent, pulled another orgasm out of you- overstimulating, overwhelming, until tears wet your pillow. He leaned down, kissing them away, voice softer but no less intense. "I know. baby. I know it's a lot. But you can take it."

When he finally came, it was with a guttural growl, holding you tight to him as he spilled deep inside. He didn't move right away, keeping himself buried, cock twitching as he whispered against your ear.

"Geez... I could live in you. My sweet girl. My only girl."

He pulled you into his arms, the dark edge fading but not gone. "Don't make me jealous again," he murmured, voice trembling like he was still on the edge of losing control.

You wanted to argue, to tell him he'd gone too far- but the way he held you, possessive and terrified of losing you, made your chest ache.

Because beneath the darkness, Clark was still there. Sweet awkward, devoted Clark.

You scoffed, stepping back. "You don't own me, Wanda. I'm not your-"

The book slammed shut, and in the same breath, you were yanked off your feet. Chaos magic lashed around your wrists and dragged you toward the bed. Your back hit the matress with a thud, scarlet bands binding your arms over your head. The candles flared, bathing the room in crimson.

Wanda rose slowly, deliberately, her expression unreadable- but the heat in her gaze sent shivers through you. She didn't rush. She stalked. And when she stopped at the edge if the bed, you realized she wan't hiding what strained hard against the front of her shorts.

"Mine," she murmured, climbing onto the mattress, her knees pressing against your thighs. "You've forgotten what you are. I'll remind you."

You swallowed hard as she stripped- first her top, then her shorts- revealing soft curves and, impossibly, the thick length jutting from between her thighs, flushed, dripping with precum. She stroked herself lazily, smearing it along her palm while her eyes never left yours.

"Wanda," you whispered, heat flooding your cheeks. "You-"

Her hand gripped you jaw, thumb brushing your lips until they parted. "Open."

You tried to turn your head, but the scarlet magic tightened, forcing your lips, smearing precum across them until the taste coated your tounge. She pushed in slowly, groaning low when your mouth stretched around her.

"Good girl," she purred, rocking her hips forward. "You look so perfect choking on me."

She held your head still, sliding deeper until your throat tightened around her. Your eyes watered, but the sound she made- that guttural moan- only spurred her on. Her magic stroked over your clit, teasing, rubbing, while her cock filled your mouth. You gagged, squirming, but she only chuckled.

"Struggle all you like. You can't hide from me. You were made for this."

When she finally pulled out, strings of spit clung from your lips to your tip. She admired the mess, then pushed your legs open with one hand. Chaos magic ripped your clothes away, leaving you bare and trembling.

"Now, let's see how sweet you are for me," Wanda whispered. Her fingers slid down your slit, spreading you wide before plunging two inside. You gasped, arching against the restraints, but her magic pinned you down tight. Her thumb found your clit, circling mercilessly as her fingers pumped harder, faster.

"You're dripping already," she teased. "Do you hate me so much as you say? Or is your body telling the truth?"

Your protest melted into a moan when her fingers curled just right, sparks of pleasure blinding. She laughed softly, cruelly, and then replaced her fingers with the fat head of her cock.

"Wait-"

Wanda didn't wait. She thrust in one hard stroke, burying herself to the hilt. You scream tore through the cabin, echoing off the walls, but Wanda only groaned against your neck.

"So fucking tight," she growled, biting your throat just enough to bruise. "Like you were made for me."

Each thrust slammed deep, bruising, her pace merciless. The restraints kept you spread wide, unable to move, forced to take every inch. Wanda licked the tears off your cheeks as her hips snapped against yours, the sound obscene in the candlelight.

"Too deep?" she mocked when you whimpered. "Oh, darling... that's the point."

Scarlet magic sparked across your skin, overstimulating every nerve- rubbing your clit, tugging your nipples, pulsing against your walls as her cock stretched you wide. It was too much, overwhelming, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you until you couldn't think straight.

Wanda held you pinned, hips grinding against you as she fucked you raw, chasing her own release. Her breath was ragged , her voice breaking. "You're mine. Say it."

"I-I'm yours!" you sobbed.

Her groan turned feral. She slammed deep one last time, holding you down as she spilled inside, thick and hot, filling you until it leaked down your thighs. She didn't pull out. She stayed bureid in you, grinding lazily to keep her seed inside.

Scarlet threads shifted, easing your arms down but keeping you bound. She stroked your cheek now, her cock still pulsing inside you, keeping you stretched and full.

"There," she whispered, softer but no less dangerous. "Now you'll never forget. You'll feel me inside you long after the candles die out."

You trembled, caught between exhaustion and the lingering ache of her magic. Wanda kissed your temple gently, terrifyingly tender.