Harder than life (Michael X Reader Smutshots)

2 in 1 (smut) 😦

(Slight PG smut???)
(You and michael are not dating in this, just close friends)
Y/n pov

I enter the pizzeria and am immediately greeted by the smell of pizza. (THIS IS FNAF 2 BTW) Michael told me to meet him here, but I think I'm a bit late. That is, until I see Phone Guy (PG), and PG sees me.I walk up to phone guy and give him a small wave. "Hello!" PG say with his usual cheery tone. I smile and reply, trying to match his cheery attitude "Hey, do you know where Michael is? He said I-" "Oh, yeah! He says you're great with cameras, and needs your help fixing the wires in the security office." That's why he asked me to get here asap? "Uh, yeah. I'm pretty good with that stuff." I reply sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. PG grabs my hand and starts to drag me to the back. "You know, Mike's been so frustrated with the dang cameras, he's just been moanin and groanin about it. He's not even doing anything to fix em!" I blush intensely, knowing what PG didn't know.

I didn't want PG's innocence to go poof once he realized what Michael was doing, IN FRONT OF HIM, so I pushed PG into a closet and shut the door behind us. "Woah! Hey, whats going on?" PG and I are pressed against each other, and every time we breathe, our bodies rub against one another. "Listen, I know this is weird but you have to t-" I was cut off by the closet light going out. My eyes widened and I brought my hand up to check my watch, accidentally touching all up his abdomen and chest. PG's breath quietly hitches as I check the time. "12:00" I sigh and let my head slightly fall back with an exasperated 'shhiitt' PG clears his throat and moves some of the cleaning supplies, giving us some moving room. "Uh, Y/N? I, uh, I've got something to tell you." I squint through the darkness, only to see nothing. "Yeah?" I reach my hand out and accidentally brush against his crotch. PG lets out a muffled whine as my hand shoots back.

I catch onto what I did and act innocent, "Hey, are you ok? What happened" I lean forward and my eyes adjust to see the outline of his phone. "Uhh, just, scared of the dark. Heh, that's all." His dial twitches a bit. "But," I move a bit closer. "What did you have to tell me?" PG hesitates for a moment, then puts his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. "I think, you're, neat? I, I can't think of anything but you most of the day. And I've thought, impure thoughts, about you." My cheeks flush as I feel something poking my thigh. "Are your keys in your pocket?" He shakes his head. My hands rest on his chest as one goes up to stroke his dial. PG grabs my forearm and I feel his heart rate increase. "Please~"

PG lets go of my arm and my index finger lightly teases the '3'. "Ah~" PG moans out as his back arches slightly. My knee creeps up and rubs his already painful looking boner as my finger gently drags the '3' down and around the dial, sending PG over the edge. "Ah, god~ Please spin my d-dial~" I smirk and start to rim the '0' (with ze fingie). PG's head jerks back in ecstasy as he lets out a string of whimpers and moans. I apply more pressure to the '0' and painfully drag it around PG's dial. "Y/N! Please~ Faster~" I grab PG's cord and yank it back, earning a yelp from him. "God, you're doing such a good job begging, I might just have to give you a reward~" I whisper seductively to where his ear would be, I feel his body sense and buck underneath me. I move a hand down and begin to unbuckle his belt, but my actions are halted by the sound of muffled moans.

I look at PG and he's just as confused. I lean over to the door and put my ear against it, straining to hear any other noises. "Nnghh~" I hear the mystery voice pant out. My face drops as the realization hits me harder than a truck. I push PG to the side and rip the door open. Michael was pressed against the wall next to the door, palming himself through his pants. Had Michael seen a ghost? Or was he a ghost, because he sure looked like one. "What are..." My eyes dart from PG to Michael, but then, I get an idea. I grab Michael by the collar of his shirt and pull him into the closet, shutting the door behind us.