tutoring m afton — being forced to tutor the school's biggest bully, michael afton, was a pain in your ass. if anything, it was a waste of your time. michael would have to repeat the twelth grade if he didn't pass his final exam and you were his last hope.
bed peace m afton — you’d love to stay in bed with michael without interruptions. it’s too bad some people have impeccable, or horrible, timing.
SUPERNATURAL
lunar cycle s winchester — discovering ways to control yourself during the lunar cycle
hereditary traits passed down by his father do not mesh well with his feelings for you. this professional facade michael is trying to keep up with is slipping but it’s so hard having an attractive coworker that he’s practically in love with.
warnings — serial killer michael obvs! kinda inspired by showtime series dexter, suggestive, the animatronics aren’t possessed, dubcon, age gap (five years), lowkey manipulation, implied smut
“m-mike?” you ask into the semi-blackness of the room. a flashlight is strewn across the party floor, shining on the checkered tiles. you reach for it, your fingertips just managing to flick it around. you locked up at nine without fail, maybe stopping for conversation for five minutes. your vision is hazy as you try your best to grasp the situation you’re currently in.
he came across you on accident, really! it wasn’t intentional. you were the last worker in freddy’s and he sat at the table in the darkest corner, furthest away from socialisation. he was just following his routine.
michael, though he was commonly known as mike, would eye your pretty form smiling and being polite. it’s been going on for a while now. it deeply wounded him how that attention wasn’t on him. not all the time.
mike waits until the 9pm for freddy’s to close. he knew your schedule, you closed up on weekdays–3pm til 9pm, and didn’t work on weekends. you’d sashay over with those sweet hips of yours and gently tap his shoulder. anyone would assume he was asleep by the way he was hunched over, yet relaxing.
“hey, we’re closing,” you tell him with such a sweet tone, it drips with sugar and michael fights the urge to take you then and there where nobody else can see. he refrains, stiffening with impulsive thoughts, “ah, i’m the nightguard.”
michael lies through his teeth. he isn’t the nightguard. but he had enough time to mess around before the actual one showed up at 12 am.
he had moved out of his family home into a smaller apartment so his parents wouldn’t pester him about his whereabouts every night.
it was a divine plan that michael had set up, a routine to satisfy his desire.
“i’m just waiting for you to finish locking up,” michael smiles at you. he’s charming but you’re not easily swayed. mike picks up how you eye his jacket for a nametag. you seem satisfied when you find it.
you’re unaware of how he forged it.
“okay,” you nod and mike nearly sighs a lovesick sigh. your voice is such a sweet tune to his ears he has to blink to stop his eyes from rolling back. you turn around and michael’s eyes remain on the natural sway of your hips.
he wonders what your ass would feel like underneath his hands.
you leave, saying goodbye and it becomes a daily routine. you and michael converse for a few minutes to catch up before you leave and he finds himself become more desperate every time you leave.
but at the same time, he is relieved. relieved that you don’t have to see his lie take place. michael knows you park your car directly infront of freddy’s to avoid walking more than you have to. he sees your headlights turn on and the car reverse before you speed out of the car park.
every day without fail.
michael turns the lights off and leaves through one of the emergency exits in the back of the building.
mike searches for tonight’s victim.
truthfully, mike knows he’s too old to be camping around a children’s diner. a twenty-four year old disguising himself as a security guard just to use his ‘workplace’ as base. how cliche.
but you make his job worthwhile. a pretty young thing like you does more than enough to make him look forward to another day.
michael has a good reason, he swears. he needs somewhere to direct his unlimited anger towards so why not be anyone else than people who actually deserve it? murderers who target the innocent, rapists, abusers. he’s more of a… vigilante.
it’s been going on for years now, he’s been in this line of work since he was seventeen. long enough to detect that most crimes happen in this specific area. nope! not his first rodeo.
but he also knows a few tricks.
he’s been stalking someone recently and tonight was the night it would come to an end.
michael finds himself at a bar where his target frequents. a father with a wife and kids at home. but he’s a scumbag really.
flirting with people on the job and then partying and fucking any girl who asks in the broken bathroom just down the left hallway.
honestly, michael doubts that this man would’ve been on his radar had he left you alone. you, michael’s sweet, sweet girl. so polite, ever gentle, but you know what you want and you’ll get it any means possible.
he’ll pay you a visit after this when you’re fast asleep like always. it’s included in mike’s daily routine. he knows that you fall asleep by one in the morning so he drops by at two, explores your apartment, takes your things as keepsakes: perfumes, nail polish, jewellery, panties.
mike discovered that you’re a freshman in college by reading your diary the second time he came by, but he also remembers fondly the giddy laugh he let out when there were a few entries about him.
you found him attractive, you liked your conversations, you wished they lasted longer.. but best of all, you reciprocated his feelings!
you think about him all the time, he finds out. in more ways than one and michael is ecstatic! he’s never wanted, needed, pined after someone so badly before.
he feels sick at the thought of you not wanting him. he needs you to cure his addiction, his secret desire. you’re the answer.
mike’s favourite nights are when it’s hot. you’re atop your covers and in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties..
and when he visits the next night, he makes sure to dig through the hamper for that same pair.
michael doesn’t believe in touching a woman without her consent, especially a woman like you…! so he settles for taking pictures and videos on his camcorder.
you make small noises in your sleep when you toss and turn, unsurprisingly it turns him on. it has michael wondering what noises you would make for him and mike is so desperate to get every possible one out of you.
as a goodbye, mike leaves a strand of his hair on your bedside table before he leaves, locking the door behind him with the key he welded to fit your lock.
sean frank. michael had observed his behaviour towards you while his two kids were off running around. he made you uncomfortable! you shyed away from his physical advances, he kept touching you. your arm, your shoulder, your back and everytime your face scrunched up and you moved away. this was a week ago and he continued to frequent the place for you.
he didn’t like that someone else was trying to claim you.
so mike made it a mission to find out his routine. school was out for the summer so monday to friday his kids were always here. but after that? he’d get his friends to cover for him, say they were out for a beer when really he was hooking up with women.
michael was disgusted, why would you cheat on a perfect wife?
and then, after digging too deep into his research, mike finds out that this man had two counts of domestic violence against a past girlfriend and ex-wife.
now, michael could go through with this feeling guilty. but this man fits his code. and he would’ve done it anyway because mike is a territorial man with an animalistic drive that stops at nothing when it comes to his mate.
he enters the bar and there’s so many flashing lights, all shades of green and blue. mike squints until he gets used to it. now he can set his sights on the man of tonight.
unsurprisingly, mike finds him chatting up a woman. she looks young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. he resists the urge to gag. this man’s pushing forty and still finding purchase in the second generation down from him. michael rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the girl. she’s alone and she looks uncomfortable. her eyes dart back and forth, wide and ditzy. she’s drunk but she knows she doesn’t like the situation she’s in.
michael heads over once sean starts touching her and his hand quickly replaces his victim’s, rubbing the girl’s shoulder soothingly.
“hi baby, everything okay?” michael looks at her sympathetically and she nods, “yeah, i was just ordering a drink for me and hannah.”
“why don’t you go back to our table? i’ll get the drinks.”
the girl nods and she rushes off without a thought. mike turns around and smiles, “hey man, you don’t happen to be sean, do ya?”
sean nods, “yeah, what’s it to you?”
another thing about being under the influence was that everyone was your friend! so it wasn’t hard to convince sean that there was a woman who was asking for him outside the bar just to get him alone.
“there was this woman outside, she was asking for you,” mike lies and sean’s eyes visibly widen.
“she say anything else” he asks, taking another sip of his drink. mike nods, “yeah, she was describing you so i’d know who to find.. said one of your kids is in hospital.”
such an exaggerated lie, but when you’re drunk you believe most things. michael spots another drink being ordered to sean’s spot at the bar front and while his victim is turned away, he downs it and smacks his lips.
the back of his throat burns cooly, he recognises the golden grain. it’s not the best choice, in michael’s opinion.
“shit..” sean turns back, a hand in his hair. mike smiles, watching as sean wordlessly leaves. he’s unaware that mike follows him out.
he resists the urge to chuckle as sean stumbles around outside in search for his wife’s car. he shouts and turns around, surprised to find mike behind him.
“hey man, where is she?”
mike rolls his eyes, “not here, obviously!”
it takes one blow to knock him out and two minutes to take his car keys, load sean into his car and drive back to freddy’s all before ten. how great!
michael drags his barely conscious victim to parts and services—already prepared in a thick layer of plastic wrap, laying him out on the work bench. mike then wraps him up in more wrap as a restraint. then, he waits for his victim to speak while he repeatedly flickers a flashlight at him to speed up the process. his adrenaline is fading.
“what the hell?!” he yells, struggling against the wraps while michael stands at his feet. sean’s speech is slurred, he’s still drunk.
“do you know why you’re here?” mike asks, tilting his head and staring down at his victim while he struggles. michael sets down the torch, leaving it on and directed at sean’s face.
“what is wrong with you, freak?” sean shouts again, “don’t you know i have a wife at home? kids?”
michael nods with a chuckle, “do you really care about them though? or are they a disguise for what you really are..?”
“what are you talking about?” the man growls, struggling more, but mike takes out a drill and presses a button so it whirrs and scares his victim into silence.
“you’ve taken a particular liking to one of the workers here, haven’t you?” it’s a rhetorical question and like he expected, mike doesn’t get an answer. he smirks, “you’d still be at that bar if you were careful of who you were talking to..”
“this is insane!” he pants, relaxing stiffly into the table. mike kicks the table leg, sending vibrations through sean. he’s silent with anger. his victim shakes with frustration, “do you know who i am?”
“sean frank: domestic abuser and adulterer,” michael surmised, his amusement drops and he frowns, “who’s that girl at the prize counter that you’re so enamoured by?”
mike pinches sean’s cheek until it swells and the older man hisses, “answer.”
he stammers out your name and even mike feels the urge to skip the interrogation part of his usual routine. mike is silent, encouraging his victim to speak further, “she’s a pretty face, y’know, want her to myself!”
michael rounds the table until he’s at the head side of his victim. he smiles and leans down, murmuring into his ear, “that’s too bad, she’s already spoken for..”
mike abruptly straightens himself, pulls down his welding helmet and turns the drill on, “stay away from my girl!”
it plunges into sean’s neck and hisses inside. the man girgles until his chest stops heaving and he deflates into acceptance. blood sprays around and by the time he’s finished, michael is covered in it. sean frank’s neck is nothing but fleshy string like minced meat and his hot blood is sticky, melting on his sweaty palms.
suddenly, he hears a creak behind him and checks his blood stained watch. nowhere near twelve, he has fifteen minutes til eleven. it couldn’t be the nightguard. mike turns around, the light from his torch shooting a streak across his eyes, hiding the rest of him in darkness.
a shadow.
michael slumps and groans, “shit!”
darting out of the room, mike follows the figure down the hallway that leads to the party room. his fast footsteps clearly alarm the intruder as they gasp, turning around and revealing themselves to him.
it’s you.
michael doesn’t falter, speeding up. he can’t let you get away, not with you so close to him now.
when you dart between a table, he pushes another into your path, stopping you in your tracks. you have nowhere to run.
mike tackles you to the floor, holding you close to his chest despite being sandwiched between the floor. you squeal before struggling to breathe in. a tell tale sign that you had been crying.
he covers your mouth, a hot substance smearing across your face. you tense underneath him. you hear him mumble, not what he says.
“shush, shush,” he coos, trying to comfort you, “m’not gonna hurt you, would never hurt you..”
mounting your back, he takes his hand off of your mouth and turns you around, settling on your lower stomach. you whine in response.
“m-mike?” you ask into the semi-blackness of the room. a flashlight is strewn across the party floor, shining on the checkered tiles. you reach for it, your fingertips just managing to flick it around. you locked up at nine without fail, maybe stopping for conversation for five minutes. your vision is hazy as you try your best to grasp the situation you’re currently in.
“what did you see?” michael asks, seriousness solid in his tone. you swallow, taking deep breaths in, “so.. so much blood.. mike..!”
you gulp to stop the saliva in your mouth from choking you, “what were you doing..?”
he looks at you, the torch shining on him. he’s covered in it. you whimper, a sob erupting from your chest.
“i did it for you,” michael frowns, taking your hands and you finally grasp that the liquid smeared over your face, and now you’re hands, was that same blood. mike holds them to his chest, your arms stretching, “did it for us..”
“that guy who’s been hitting on you all week? i got rid of him,” michael smiles, dragging a thumb soothingly across your cheek and smudging the blood further up your face, “s’not the first time either: john martin, jesse katz.. i didn’t want them to be an obstacle.”
“you’re crazy..” you whimper and michael looks sad, “they were bad people, they had certain.. plans for you, had to save you, baby.”
he speaks in short, quick and unfinished sentences. he’s so desperate. michael leans down, “i love you, you drive me crazy..”
mike drags his sleeve down until its over his thumb. with his free hand, he holds your head in place so he can drag his fabric-covered thumb over your bloody lips.
his hair tickles your hairline as you realise how close he is to you. you like mike but you weren’t expecting.. this.
“mike, you don’t know the difference between love and obsession! this is insane..” you stammered nervously, praying that he’ll realise that you aren’t the one and that he’ll leave you alone.
you had only come back because you had forgotten your purse with your house keys inside. you really needed to invest in a keychain instead of keeping each key you owned seperately.
“don’t tell me what i feel,” he smiles, but it’s sinister and has you shutting up instantly. cradling your face with both hands now, michael presses his lips to yours. he sighs, they’re soft like he had always imagined. it’s quick and you don’t have time to process it.
“i know you want me too,” mike snickers, leaning in closely, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. you feel yourself turn red. gasping, you move your hands but michael is quick to take them into his own and pin them beside your head.
“i could tell you some things..” he ponders, nonchalantly, “but you might hate me for it.”
“how could i possibly hate you more than i do in this moment?” you bite back which causes mike to giggle, “you’re right.. do you wanna know how i know?”
“enlighten me,” you huff, relaxing your wrists once you realise there is no point in struggling. michael kisses your cheek and lets his lip drag down to your jaw, “went through your things, found your diary and found your.. fantasies.”
michael feels you twitch and grins against your skin, “tell me, do you actually want me to have my way with you? i’m not sure you’d like what i’ve dreamed of..”
you swallow and mike feels it. it’s funny how easily he’s got you to submit, you don’t realise that your arms are yanked higher and now you’re wrists are locked in michael’s left hand against the tiles. not until his free hand comes up to your neck, squeezing lightly like a tease.
“there’s no point lying to me, sweetheart,” michael advises so you nod. yet, he’s unsatisfied, “words.”
your eyelids flutter and you whisper, “yes..”
“good girl,” michael smiles before, “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
you make a noise of discomfort, “you still went through my things, i don’t..” you trail off once you realise you hadn’t thought about how he read that, “i don’t even bring my diary to work!”
michael noses your jawline, his tone as soft as his skin when he tells you, “i know.”
fuck, he got into your house..
you breath is shaky as you inhale and mike knows you know, “how long?”
he chuckles against your skin; he’s practically cuddling up to you. michael settles his weight ontop of you and you try not to welcome it, but he’s so warm. your head is fuzzy.
“a while..” you’re not scared, he hasn’t harmed you.. but you still think about what he could have done while you were asleep and blissfully unaware of your surroundings.
you think about how you’ve been tricked into believing you had misplaced your things. you realise now that mike had been taking your things. the limited amount of underwear left in your drawers, your missing necklaces, and the disappearance of your favourite nail polish finally had an explanation.
your heart quickens and you wonder what he could’ve done with those objects. fuck, was he going to kill you?
michael taps your cheek, “you’re quiet.”
you scoff, trying to hide your fear, “i’m thinking.”
“well, chop chop, sweetheart,” michael taunts, taking his head away from your neck and hovers above you, “we only have so much time..”
“what.. what are you talking about?” you whimpered, breathing heavily as you begin to struggle. mike grins and you come to your senses, “you’re not even the fucking nightguard are you?”
“ding ding ding,” michael boops your nose and you finally cry, trying to force your head away, away, away from him but the tile was a barrier between you and imaginary escape.
“oh god,” you sniveled while michael cooed at you once more. mike stroked your face, shushing you as he went, “you think anyone else would do this for their partners? be so in love with a girl that they’d kill for her?”
you tilt your head backwards but michael is quick to redirect it so your eyes are on him. he continues, “you know the saying ‘i’d kill for you,’ you aren’t dumb..” he says it like a statement, like he knows, it seems that michael always knows.
“it’s an empty promise until you’ve met someone like me... baby, i’d do it for you in a heartbeat! i already have..”
mike leans in but he doesn’t quite kiss you, “i can sense that you’re scared, but you don’t need to be. we love each other, don’t we?”
he kisses you again so you don’t have to respond and you fear that if he didn’t, you might’ve said something to get yourself killed.
michael notices that you don’t kiss back but he doesn’t pull away, instead he talks, “make it easier for yourself, don’t resist me just to prove a useless point..”
you feel his right hand trail down, remembering that his grip on your wrists hasn’t faltered. he squeezes your thigh through your work skirt and your head rolls to the side to avoid his lips.
but mike chases.
his lips trail from your cheek to your lips and as he does so, michael murmurs into your skin, “let me have my way with you, just how you want it..”
mike kisses you again with vigor and you finally reciprocate. he’s right, you do want him. so badly. his words, accompanied by his pillowy lips on yours, distract you from what you had seen.
this is all you’ve ever wanted.
you kiss mike back with just as much energy as he puts in. it’s rough, all teeth but there’s passion. it’s definitely something you’ve wanted but not like this and you have to think of just how you’ll escape.
your hands twitch and michael lets go. he grins and your palms grip his face as you shove your tongue into michael’s mouth. mike seems shocked at first but he seems to roll with it, groaning when you bite his lip as you catch your breath.
you pant, stroking mike’s jaw. he’s in the same disheveled state and he smiles at you lovingly.
“finally seeing things straight?” he jokes and you smirk, “are you?”
you crane your neck with force, bumping your forehead with michael’s and he winces. you’re in as much pain as he is, your forehead suddenly throbbing due to the headbutt but you remember your original idea and shove the man off of you.
you spring up and vault over the table michael pushed into your path earlier and make a break for it.
the door is right infront of you but you hear michael recouperate which makes you scream in fear automatically. if he wasn’t going to kill you originally, he’d definitely kill you now.
you’re a few steps away when suddenly everything is quiet and your vision is blurry. there’s a pain in your temple and you realise you’ve been hit at the same time that you hit the floor. mike is standing over you, nose bleeding and he pants above you. his lips move, probably taunting you but you’re still alive.
you groan, your fingers touching the wound and you look around. there’s redness on the edge of a party table. mike pushed you into a table and you’re a breath away from comatose.
“nice try..” he chuckles as your eyes finally close and your breathing becomes even. mike picks you up and slumps you over his shoulder. his boots click against the floor and he talks to you as if you’re listening.
“i’m gonna clean up our mess and then i’m going to take you home, capiche?” michael sighs a lovesick sigh.
discovering other ways to control yourself during the lunar cycle, a drabble (+16)
he doesn’t mind helping you each month, he knows you find it difficult to control your hormones and he loves that you can seek out his comfort. the month starts off normal, you’re unaffected by your werewolf gene and nobody could be able to tell off the bat, even if they were a hunter.. but then you get irritated: a result of the brewing ravenousness that will come when the moon is full. as a pureblood, you can control when you transform aswell as your hunger, but it doesn’t mean that you’re any different to a regular werewolf under the influence of a peaking lunar cycle. but that tension is released when the moon is round and bright: full.
your fingernails drag down SAM WINCHESTER’s back and he hisses into your neck. the humidity lingering on your collarbone is a leftover sign of his panting from near fatigue.
your head falls back into the pillow arrangement you had set up since you began renting your apartment, messing it up like you had done for the last two nights. a long, drawn out whine leaves your mouth which reveal the fangs that keep contracting with your lack of self awareness in such a state. sam feels the sharpness of your fingernails and realises how desperately you’re holding back.
his big hands caress both the legs over his shoulders and he whispers, “‘s okay, let go f’me.”
there’s another gasp from you and a flutter of your eyelids before sam takes his head out of your neck and admires the hang of your top canines over your bottom lip as it quivers. he can see the goldenness hiding beneath black lashes and low lidded eyes and if sam looks close enough, he can see the dark slit in the centre.
his right hand comes up to cradle your face, lustful eyes glaring at your sharpened teeth and he lets his index finger glide over the pair. you shudder and whine and it tells sam just how sensitive your teeth are.
your backs arch in sync, both your stomachs flattening against the other’s: sam due to your nails wraking back up to his shoulders and leaving marks in their wake and you because he’s hit a certain spot inside of you.
your thighs twitch: a telltale sign that your close and sam’s left thumb dips and begins to circle the bundle of nerves left neglected between you two. you moan, your eyes rolling into white while a string of curses fall from your kiss bitten lips. all that’s left is for sam to catch up to you so the two of you can finally rest.
a thin, singular streak of orange cast into the bedroom, barely enough to fill up the room with the sunrise but enough so that you and michael could see each other. it was no surprise he had blackout curtains since when he wasn’t working the night shift, he was sleeping. usually.
you let out a sigh of content, wrapped nicely between your boyfriend and the covers. he was behind you, kissing your shoulders and back while his hands roamed underneath the silk sheets. you moved your hair over your left shoulder and turned around to face michael, bringing your hand up to redirect his head to face yours.
the two of your lips met, both of your hands cupping michael’s face while his still continued to bury themselves in forbidden territory. they remained on your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.
you kissed for what seemed like a while, losing track of time as you both had the weekend off of work: michael as a night guard and you as an office assistant. two boring jobs, but you two could get by well enough together.
michael turned you around, getting you to straddle him so your core was flush against his own. you both let out a breathy sigh, your lips meeting again while your boyfriend rocked you against him. the fabric of both your’s and michael’s underwear created the perfect friction for the two of you, the materials dampening quickly.
you let out needy whines here and there between gasps for air and michael ate up your noises with just as needy kisses. your nails scratched his shoulders soothingly, you knew he enjoyed the sensation. michael’s hands left your thighs, trailing up the curve of your ass to the small of your back and so high that his palms comforted the base of your neck and his fingers massaged the back of your head.
pulling away, you opened your eyes and huffed. now letting your nail circle his chest, you pouted at michael and spoke barely above a whisper, “i can’t cum like this..”
“oh yeah?” michael murmured, his hands remaining in your hair. you nodded, your nose scrunching how it always did when you were frustrated and your eyes watering with want.
“can’t keep my girl waiting then, can i?” you grinned, giggling after michael told you to lift your hips. your thighs ached slightly as you squatted, hooking your arms around michael’s neck. he moved his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up, bumping your clit. you huffed impatiently before michael pulled your panties to the side. he lined himself up and you finally let yourself sink down on him.
the two of you let out similar moans. you took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of michael inside you before you started moving. the room was filled with groans and moaning in no time. the two of you barely had time to yourselves before the telephone rang. a collective groan fell from your mouths’ as michael leaned sideways and felt around for the box on your nightstand.
“hello?” michael asked as he wedged the phone between his ear and shoulder, the wire curling around your finger as you played with it in boredom. his eyes met yours, an annoyed expression falling upon his face. he gave the phone to you and you shook your head with a tiny smile. your friend was on the phone.
“hi trisha,” you greeted, listening to your friend rave about a possible outing. as a habit, michael’s thumb maintained circles on your hip, “yeah, i think that’s a great idea, when?”
trisha mentioned that she wanted you to meet her boyfriend and that michael could tag along if he wanted to. however, michael was starting to get bored. his hands gripped your hips and began to move you manually on his thighs. your free hand fell onto michael’s chest and you glared at him, but he just grinned.
“keep talking,” he mouthed and you rolled your eyes at him. she continued to talk about places to go later that day. your brows furrowed as michael hit a good spot inside you and a sigh left your mouth. you could hear trisha’s frown through the phone, especially when she asked if everything was okay.
“yeah, i just don’t think today’s a good day,” you excused, “me and michael planned to spend the day together, y’know with it being our weekend off and all that, maybe tomorrow? if that works with you..”
trisha sighed, yet she agreed that tomorrow would give you all time to plan out where and when.
you pinched michael’s collarbone and he winced, thrusting up into you to try catch you off guard again. this time, a scarcely audible moan left your open lips. but it was into the phone and trisha gasped, asking if you were okay.
“i’m.. ah, i’m fine,” you panted, your nails creating marks in michael’s jawline while he smiled, “it’s just a bit hot in here, haven’t managed to open the windows yet.. how does tomorrow at seven sound?”
you wanted to celebrate when your friend agreed to your arrangement but now she began to list why she knew you’d accept her boyfriend. michael was as impatient as ever and your eyes rolled back as he began to bounce you himself. your hold on the phone grew weak and little hums buzzed in the base of your throat. trisha took it as you agreeing with her. with every movement michael forced upon you, the phone slipped from your hand gradually until it fell into the sheets and your friend probably, surely heard the mattress squeaking.
michael grabbed the phone before you could, thrusting up into you quickly and spoke into the phone, “hey trish, we’re a bit busy right now, can you call back later?”
you could hear the familiar laughter through the phone before a few words and a buzz indicating she hung up. throwing the phone to the side, michael chuckled, “she knew the whole time!”
laughing along with him, you shrugged, “that’s trish, anything to frustrate us, gotta love her though..” your boyfriend rolled his eyes, “sure.. i think she just likes keeping you away from me..”
you giggled, leaning down to kiss michael a few times, “maybe, but now we can continue with no interruptions.”
michael grinned, stealing a longer kiss, “fuck yeah!”
being forced to tutor the school's biggest bully, michael afton, was a pain in your ass. if anything, it was a waste of your time. michael would have to repeat the twelth grade if he didn't pass his final exam and you were his last hope.
warnings — degradation, praise, reader is implied to have a big bum, breeding, panty stealing, facefucking + blowjobs, talking you through it, masturbation, fingering, breathplay, hair pulling, spanking, teasing, crying, virginity loss, speedbump pos, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm control if you squint, scumbag michael
michael wasn't exactly nice to be around, he was dirty and had the mannerisms of a pig. for one, he walked his shoes through your house as if it were his own and kept them on as he got comfortable in your bed.
you'd spend atleast ten minutes picking up your fallen cushions and plushies that michael had kicked off in his process of achieving luxury before you could start the tutoring session.
he was so frustrating. you would be fine with him failing because he didn't try. michael picked on you inside your own home: he pulled your hair when he felt like it, he pinched and prodded at you when he was bored, he raided your fridge around your mother. the summer heat did not mix well with michael's antics.
for an eighteen year old, he acted like he was nine.
you were so close to going into a heart attack from the stress michael was currently giving you. you sat on your knees infront of michael while he was laying back on your headboard. as you were explaining, michael was making a catapult out of his pen and an elastic band. he misplaced it and the band flung onto the pencil pot beside you, making it fall onto your floorboards. you cringed at the contact and sighed.
giving michael a glare, you got off your bed and dropped down onto your knees to pick up the fallen pencils. unfortunately, some went a bit further which made you reach forward onto all fours.
to michael's perverted pleasure, you wore an old, tight pair of striped sports shorts so when you bent over in front of him, he got to witness your ass basically fall out of the straining fabric.
he chuckled, readjusting his position, "d'you wear those for me?"
you sat on your heels and turned around, "what?"
infront of you was a clearly turned on boy. his cheeks were slightly red, which you would assume it was the heat if you didn't know any better, his eyes were hooded, and his arm had tried to subtly cover his hard on.
your eyes widened before you quickly finished picking up the stationary, "no.." you felt so embarrassed. this time, you put the pot on your nightstand and got back onto the bed, crossing your legs.
"can we just wrap up this session for today?" you huffed, eyes watering due to the mortification, exhaustion, and frustration. michael pouted mockingly, "aw but we still have half an hour left.."
"then that can go into next session's time—you seem stressed," michael interrupted you as he moved towards you. he knelt infront of you and leaned in. his lips were hovering just above yours, "you wanna know what helps with stress?"
michael's hands went to your thighs, slipping his hands underneath them. you let out a breath, too flustered to say anything. his lips dodged your own and drifted across your cheek until he got to your ear, "sex."
using the leverage he had over you, michael dragged your bottom half towards him and made your top half fall backwards onto your bed. you squealed as your clothes lift up with the drag of your duvet and michael climbed on top of you.
"wanna try it out?" michael's voice was just above a whisper, his face just centimetres away from yours. your lips quivered, you'd never been so nervous in your life but you couldn't deny the heat pooling between your thighs. unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together which michael caught onto, "see, you need it baby.."
he leaned down and nipped at the column of your throat, making you inhale shakily and squeeze your eyes shut. it took maybe two more hickeys to get sucked onto you for your eyes to snap open and for you to push michael away. his expression was neutral while yours expressed worry.
"i can't- you.." you uncontrollably stutter, your eyes watering again, "michael, you're horrible to me! you can't expect me to just have sex with you because you're too immature to control your boner.."
he laughed at the use of boner, but its not what it looked like to you, "this isn't funny!" michael calmed down and apologised. it surprised you when the word sorry came out as he wiped his eye.
"c'mon, it'll be a one time thing," he said it so casually it concerned you, just how many girls had he done this with? he leaned in again and you began to panic, "michael, my door is open, my mom will hear! i'm also a virgin.." you mumbled the last part, looking away in embarrassment.
"the door is barely open and i'll be gentle," michael reassured you, making you relax into the matress. maybe if you weren't so turned on at the moment, you would've said no but instead you muttered a shy okay which made michael grin at you and continue his blemishing on your neck.
he sucked on a particular spot on your throat that made a moan come out of you. silently, michael acknowledged this and continued to suckle on it. your hands went to his hair, tugging at his locks and twisting them between your fingers. you let out continuous whines as you tilted your head to the side to try and muffle your noises with you duvet.
michael took notice of this and grabbed your jaw, guiding it back up, "wanna hear you.." your worries of your mom hearing were momentarily forgotten due to michael's words. he continued sucking until there was a dark purple mark the size of a bottle cap. he chuckled, knowing how hard it would be to cover that up.
then, michael leaned back and got comfortable in your pillows once again. he gestured for you to come closer, telling you to kneel infront of him. you did just that and watched wordlessly as michael's hands pushed you up by the underside of your ass. he lifted you so you were relying on your shins to stay up. there was eye contact between you two as michael took your shirt off before your shorts to reveal an innocent pair of light pink underwear with a frilly bow on the front.
"cute.." he mumbled, now focusing on the material covering your private parts. michael hooked his finger on the band before letting it snap back on your skin. you gasped as michael's thumb went back under and soothed the sting.
"you ever given a blowjob before?" you shook your head, "never done anything like this apart from touch myself.." you admitted bashfully and michael awed before taking off his shirt, "i'll teach you how."
"move backwards," he ordered and watched you shuffle away from him. michael nodded and smiled, "good, now lean down and arch your back."
your chest made contact with your hands and your head made contact with michael's left thigh. looking up at him, you saw his eyes focused on your perched ass. the fatness of it spilled over the hem of your underwear and he could see the back of it in the mirror that was—thankfully—behind you.
"what's next..?" you looked up at michael, expectantly and he cleared his throat, "i'll take it out for you.." all you could do was watch with wonder as michael pulled his cock out from the confinements of his shorts and briefs.
"okay, now just grab the base," michael's cock wasn't massive or anything, but he was definitely above average. he was maybe six inches and had girth about the size of your wrist. doing as instructed, you wrapped your fingers around the base and waited for the next task.
"suck on the tip," the way he demanded was so vulgar but it did turn you on. you swallowed before hesitantly wrapping your lips around the tip. it had small beads of precum coming out which you tasted instantly: it was salty and bitter but atleast it didn't taste like he didn't care for himself so that was a plus.
just the tip itself felt heavy on your tongue as you suckled. michael sucked in a breath and shivered, "okay, now take a bit more in and stroke what you can't get."
talk about easier said than done. maybe it wasn't that hard, but you'd never done this before. you pulled off him and offered a sheepish smile, "can you repeat that?"
"should i show you instead?" michael asked and you nodded, "please." he guided his hand to the back of your head, "slap my thigh if it's too much, kay?"
michael guided you back onto his cock and began to push your head down. you felt a few veins slide against your tongue and cheeks which oddly aroused you. when the tip entered your throat, you gagged and slapped michael's thigh.
"go about that far and then stroke what you can't."
you did just that, stroking the base until about half way whereas your mouth got maybe a third way down. michael groaned and huffed as you went and when you added your spare hand into the mix, he was just about done.
"touch yourself f'me.." michael asked, exhaling with a shudder, "loosen yourself up."
you took your right hand away, sliding it down until you reached your clit. you began to rub, your fingers slipping around easily due to your arousal. you moaned around michael's dick, glad they were muffled so nobody but you and michael could hear. your arm went further, allowing your fingers to penetrate yourself. your eyes squeezed shut as you pumped yourself, your secretions already slipping down your fingers and allowing you to go faster and further with ease.
michael grabbed your head, pushing you further onto his dick. tears escaped your eyes as you gagged. his hand kept you at the base of his dick, your nose brushing against his pubes. then, he yanked your mouth off of him. you sputtered and coughed while your fingers still remained inside you.
"the nice guy act's done, y/n," michael smirked at you before sliding his dick back in your mouth. you gagged repeatedly as you were pushed on and pulled off his dick. the noise was so loud, you were sure if your mom was at the bottom of the stairs that she would be able to hear the activity going on in the room.
you went back to rubbing your clit, finding it easier to achieve an orgasm that way. slick sounds came from the contact between your fingers and clit, joining the gagging and moaning in the room. you applied more pressure and rubbed a few more times before slipping your fingers into your cunt again and using your palm to stimulate your clit. you pumped and rubbed, shuffling uncontrollably to try get to the high you craved. then, with three hard thrusts from your fingers in sync with slaps from your palm, you came. you squealed around michael's dick, squeezing your thighs together and riding out your orgasm. you kept your fingers in to keep you open.
michael watched as your ass jiggled and sighed.
"fuck, y/n," michael tossed his head back and moaned. you kept bobbing your head and rolling your wrist. suddenly, michael tugged you off of him by your hair. you whined, spit and precum dripping in strings from your lips.
while panting, michael ordered you to move over. he shuffled to the side and let you take his spot. on your stomach.. he praised you as you crossed your arms to rest your head on as he got behind you, not caring that the remnants of your orgasm still remained on your fingers. michael's shadow cast over you when he reached over you to grab a pillow.
"lift your hips," you did just that, allowing him to slide it under your pelvis. michael's hand massaged your plush ass, his hand sinking into it. he straddled your thighs and lined himself up with your cunt.
"this is gonna hurt for a few minutes, kay?" michael warned before sliding the tip in. it probably would've hurt more if you didn't finger yourself just a second ago. it stung. a lot. but it was bareable. you whined, trying to keep your muscles loose to make it easier for both of you, "shit.."
you dug your forehead into your arms, wincing in discomfort as michael slowly inched himself deeper into you. both your breathing picked up as he pushed himself in until he was fully sheathed inside. you shuddered, feeling abnormally full and a heavyness in your stomach. you both remained in your positions until you were comfortable. michael massaged your hips, ass, and thighs until you gave him the okay to move.
"you can move now.." you sighed, getting used to the feeling of michael's cock inside you. carefully, he slid out of you until halfway before sliding back in. michael then slid all the way out. you gasped, missing the fullness. you heard him chuckle, "i know, i know.." he ignored the blood slowly beginning to seep out. it might've been his first time popping someone's cherry, but he wasn't stupid. it filled him with pride, if anything.
michael went at a medium pace, watching your ass jiggle at the slightest contact with his pelvis. you moaned, tightening your hold on your elbows. the sensation had turned from uncomfortable to pleasurable. it was like that until you were one hundred percent comfortable, which michael had you verbally confirm.
"pussy's so fuckin' tight," he groaned, spreading your ass and spitting onto your cunt. michael watched his spit gradually get pushed inside you as he thrusted. it made the squelching sound much more noticeable.
"fuck..! " you mewled at how good it made you feel that michael was speeding up, but your mom could be listening to all of this!
"michael, slow down, my mom.. ah! " your head was shoved into the mattress, your nose pushed upwards against it, "shut up and take it.."
his hand remained on the back of your head, allowing you to suffocate as he fucked you, "since you wanna be quiet so fucking bad, you're gonna be quiet..." michael's pace increased, pounding into you as you let out broken moan after another.
michael rutted into you, selfishly seeking his own pleasure. he groaned, raising his hand and bringing it down on your ass. hard. hard enough to leave a red knuckle mark in its wake. a gutteral moan escaped you, sinking into the mattress and hiding away your sweet sounds.
"you like that? such a dirty thing.." michael purred and slapped your other cheek with his palm, leaving a stinging sensation. your ass shook with every moment and it had michael mesmerised.
"i wonder what your mom would think of you walking around in those shorts? y'know, with my handprint clear as day because that thing covers nothing.." he was sassing you and it made a chuckle leave your lips which turned into a single pant. you were struggling to keep your eyes open with your air being limited by michael's hand and the mattress.
"m'gonna cum," you cried out into the bed, involuntarily pushing your ass back into michael's pelvis and searching for ecstasy. the air limitation was oddly arousing to you.
"no you're not," michael soothed, stroking your spine, "you can hold it."
"c-can't!" you shivered, reaching forward to grab at anything and finding purchase in a raggedy ann doll. you heard michael awe behind you, "how cute.." he then leaned over your back and trailed kisses down it, only to start back at your shoulder once he hit the small of it and trail bites and hickeys down you.
your pussy clamped down on michael's cock as your body jutted and convulsed. he didn't stop you, only warning you, "if you wanna cum, you can do it all you like.."
you let out a strangled, choked moan as black spots dotted your vision and your orgasm washed over you. michael thrusted harder into you while you fought the urge to pass out. it was all too much: the overstimulation of michael jackhammered into you with fluent, well-trained hips and the last bits of air in your lungs barely surviving with your restless pants.
white cream coated michael's cock, creating a ring at the base of it. your walls were pulsating erratically, greedy for his seed. your brain wanted to stop, but your cunt was loving every second.
michael stared at your braindead form with an animalistic grin in his eyes, "i'm gonna cum, sweet thing. want you to cum again."
all you could do was moan and shake your head, trying to tell him that you couldn't do it again. plunging into you a few more times, michael took his hand off of your head and used both of them to spread your ass again as he came inside you. you let out a weak whine as you felt just as full as before with michael's thick load inside of you. he grunted as he finished riding his high, but he didn't stop.
"gonna fill you up again," he sighed almost dreamily as he listened to your mixed secretions sloshing inside of your womb and leaking down the side of his cock and into your bed.
suddenly, your head was yanked back by your hair. michael had wrapped your hair around his wrist like a leash and pulled. broken breaths came out of you with every harsh rock of michael's hips. your moans were uncontrollably, whimpers and whines escaping you non stop.
your bedroom door no longer concerned you. the skin slapping put you in a trance. your hand planted itself unsurely on your doll for balance.
"michael—awh!" you wanted to cry. his dick was too fucking good. michael cooed in your ear, "s'okay baby, just one more and i'll be out of your hair.." loud moans escaped your open mouth, the dryness being replaced by drool that was now beginning to trickle from the corner of your lips and fown your chin.
"fuck, its so good.." you winced in pleasure, "gonna cum againn!" you squeaked, squeezing your thighs together and getting friction on your clit. "awh! awh! awh! "
"me too.." michael admitted, "let's cum together, yeah?" you nodded, letting out a mhm! you didn't think michael's hips could go any faster, but you were sure there would be bruises all over your ass later into the day. his hand slapped your right ass cheek repeatedly in the same spot, making you yelp and jolt as your orgasm came around again. you gasped and panted, your raspy voice struggling with the intensity of the sex. michael joined you not too much later, filling you once again.
"just a few more f'me, please? i love watching you cum.."
michael made you cum a total of six times and definitely overstayed his welcome by a whole hour. but even now, he was trying to bring you to a seventh by guiding both your fingers inside you to fuck his cum back into your spent cunt.
you were on your back, panting uncontrollably and teetering on the edge of a blackout. both of your fingers were covered in your combined semen. it squelched inside your pussy as michael pushed his and your fingers inside of you. he knelt behind you, your fingers under his.
"can't do it againnn.." you whined, tears spilling down your cheeks and your thighs quivering. your hips would be hovering up and down if it wasn't for michael's free hand pinning you down. the mirror gave both of you a perfect view of the two of your digits deep inside your cunt.
"yes you can, i've seen you," michael bit down on your shoulder which made your head tilt back. you were so close already. just one more pump of your joined fingers and..
you passed out, going limp in michael's arms. your breathing was quick, only the white of your eyes visible as the iris and pupil made a home in the back of your head.
"poor baby.." michael tutted with a hint of a smile. he took your fingers out and got off the bed. he redressed himself, staring at your sleepy form and dragged your duvet over you.
he picked up your discarded underwear, pocketing the pair and leaving you to deal with his cum when you woke up.
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