fivesosmut

touch|| mc

Creds: lucasflower
You never would have guessed that you'd walk in on your boyfriend with his hand skilfully moving against his painfully hardened shaft - his head thrown back against the soft pillows of his bed and his tight jeans pulled to his knees - a sight that immediately made you blush and a small giggle escape from your shocked lips. Only seconds prior you had frustratedly thrown your text book on the sofa and wandered up the stairs of Michael's parents' house in search of him, unsure of where he had disappeared to and knowing that he'd be able to cheer you up instantaneously. You certainly didn't expect his eyes to suddenly open widely at your presence, or his rosy lips to curve into a smirk beside his perfectly pale skin.
Before you could leave the threshold of his small childhood bedroom a grin appeared on his face and he lazily pulled his jeans up, standing from his bed and pacing the few strides he needed to reach you. "I was thinking about you, you know." He mumbled as he ducked his head, placing his lips against your neck. "Do you think about me when you touch yourself?" You stayed silent, unsure of how to answer until you felt his lips brush against your jaw. "Have you ever touched yourself?" He whispered incredulity close to your ear in a tone not condescending, but careful.
After a few moments he seemed to give in: pulling your body closer to his and pulling you to lay beside him on the impossibly small single bed, attaching his lips to yours as his hands lifted your shirt slightly to rest on the bare skin of your waist. Soon later he had repositioned you - lifted you to straddle his hips as he deepened the kiss of his own accord. His hard-on blatantly pressed against you as his hands restlessly moved against your thighs.
"Can you do something for me?" He mumbled, his lips ghosting against the corner of your mouth as his fingertips grazed the hem of your shorts. You nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck as his plump lips briefly landed on your collar bone. His nimble fingers worked at the button of your jean shorts before he slid the fabric to your knees. His hand took hold of your own as he brought your fingers to your clothed heat, his touch guiding yours as you gently applied pressure to your clit. Your shaky breath hit his shoulder as your head fell forward, his fingers flexing and causing you to move your own fingers against your wet core. "You're so wet baby," he muttered against your hair, "do you want to touch yourself?"
You took it upon yourself to move your hand into your underwear, slowly running your finger up your slit. You subconsciously grinded against your hand and resultantly Michael's lap as he watched you. "Good girl." He breathed, hot breath hitting your chest as he pulled your shorts from your ankles. "Come here..." He flipped you to the side so that you laid on your back and eagerly pulled your panties down, once again guiding your hand to your now fully exposed sex. "I want to see what you can do to yourself."
You returned to gently pressing your fingers onto your clit and slowly moving against your sensitive bundle of nerves as Michael showered your hips with kisses, his head lifting from your skin every now and then to watch the new skill your fingers had learnt. He surprised you by slipping a finger into you and moving it ever so slowly, skimming it over your g-spot as your legs instinctively clamped together.
"(Y/n), baby - it feels good," he removed his finger and pushed your knees apart, pulling your fingers to your entrance. His hand clasped over yours as you cautiously pushed in your finger, stilling almost immediately as Michael's unoccupied hand caressed your thigh. As his thumb stroked the back of your hand you began to move your finger in and out, finding a rhythm and letting your head fall back against the mattress. "That's it baby, do whatever makes you feel good." Michael's hands moved to rest on your hips, pushing you back onto the bed as your hips bucked, your mind overwhelmed by the pleasure that you could cause yourself.
"You're so beautiful." He kissed your thighs as you experimented with adding another finger, stretching yourself and concentrating on the feeling of his stubble brushing against your legs. "This is so hot."
"Michael..." His name fell from your lips almost accidentally, but it seemed to trigger something in him. His fingers caught your wrist, bringing your fingers to his lips as he happily sucked your juices from your warm skin.
"God, you taste so good." He practically whimpered, his eyes closing before he positioned himself perfectly in between your legs. His fingers expertly spread your folds and he slowly licked up your slit, stilling beside your clit and letting his breath fan over you. "So fucking good."
You were instantly sent into a euphoric feeling of ecstasy as his lips attached to your clit, the pleasure so intense and unfamiliar that your hands were forced to grip onto the blue sheets of his bed. "Holy shit, Michael..." You hardly managed to stutter as his tongue flicked against you and he slowly made his way down your slit. His tongue plunged into you, lapping at your juices as he, almost unintentionally, reached for your hand, pulling it to where his mouth met you. He placed your fingers against your clit and directed you to flex your fingers, keeping his hand over yours to aid your shaky touch.
"You're so good at this, baby girl." He spoke against you, the vibrations he caused creating inexplicable amounts of delight that forced your entire body to writhe in satisfaction.
"Michael, I'm gonna... I can't..." Your voice was strained as you struggled to contain yourself, Michael's fingers desperately gripping onto your hips as he maintained his actions, working you towards the most inexplicable orgasm you couldn't have possibly imagined.
"Let go, (y/n)." His sentence barely came to its end before you felt yourself coming undone, your legs shaking and your chest rising and falling drastically as you released onto his satisfied lips.
His actions refused to falter as he contently took in everything you had to offer, his eyes watching you - the most perfect sight he had ever seen in front of him as he led you through such a powerful high. He sighed blissfully before his tongue peeked out from his pink lips, licking your juices from the corner of his mouth. "That was the most amazing thing." He smiled as he repositioned himself, attaching his lips to yours in a short, sweet kiss. "You were so innocent. Were." He smirked, brushing your hair from your forehead as he hovered above you. As his body relaxed slightly you could still feel his hard, jean-clad member against your thigh. You lifted your leg slightly, forcing friction upon him to which he hissed quietly. "I can take care of that later." He mumbled, kissing your nose lightly.
"I was meant to be studying." You laughed quietly, tangling your hands in his hair and bringing his lips closer to yours.
The arrogant smirk remained present on his face as he showered your cheeks with kisses, "I hope this was much better."