How Did We End Up Here

8-Luke

Michael got up from the table and walked out of the classroom, I rushed out the door to follow him.

No, it's not creepy.

He walked inside the bathroom. I waited a few seconds before walking into the room. He sat on the sink counter rubbing the makeup wipe under his eyes, removing the eyeliner and mascara. God, he looked amazing.

I walked up behind him and grabbed his chin. I stood in between his legs, holding his chin gently still.

"Hey princess."

"D-don't call me t-that!" He tried to demand but it came out more like a whine.

"I'll call you whatever I want," I growled, "Did you think that what you did this morning was okay?"

"W-what did I do?" He asked, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Pushing past me, swearing, being rude to me. That's no way to treat your daddy."

(i cringed so hard rereading this but I'm still adding it)

I let his chin go and started kissing down his jaw and to his neck making sure to leave some marks. My hands roamed his sides.

I pulled away for a moment and looked at him. He looked so hot with his red lips, purple hair, and marked up neck. I want nothing more than to see him underneath me.

"You look so beautiful, princess."

"A-are you messing with me?" His hands were fidgeting with the end of his shirt. I took my pointer finger and tilted his chin up then pecked his lips.

"Not at all kitten."