Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

(Cock)y

teen!male reader x teen!Michael (y'all are 18 and that might be important to mention incase I do a part two to this)

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You and Michael were at the pizzeria after closing hours, he was cleaning up and you were hanging out helping him.

He worked there, and though you didn't, you still wanted to help. Anything to spend time with him, you thought.

Michael was sweeping pieces of popcorn and pizza crumbs off the floor when you hopped off the counter you'd just wiped down.

You chuckled, tossing your dirty wipe on the floor.

"Michael, you missed a spot." You say, messing with him.

Michael walked over and looked down, biting his lip angrily. He swept up the wipe you'd thrown on the floor.

"Haha, so funny." He said.

You just stood there and giggled.

"I think I missed another spot.." he said.

You look up, confused.

"Your face."

He wiped your face with the bottom of the broom; essentially sweeping your face.

You spat out and wiped your face. "Michael! What the fuck!" You screeched, more disgusted than mad.

He then giggled, "oops." He said and walked away.

You huff, running to the bathroom. You slam the door open, the noise echoing.

You grumble and walk over to the sink, basically scrubbing your face clean as you desperately try to get rid of the dirty feeling on your skin.

You mumble to yourself, "he's lucky he's hot.."

You sigh, leaning back.

That's when the door opened and Michael came in, immediately heading to the trash to empty it.

"You think I'm hot?" He asked, smirking.

You froze, "you heard that!?" You cough.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. "You're pretty hot too, but don't you think it's a little.. gay to call another guy hot?" He says.

You shifted your weight on your feet, looking down. You didn't say a word.

"Wait," Michael stopped moving. "You're not gay are you? Or did I just offend you- I mean- Im- I- I just- you-"

"Michael calm down. You didn't offend me. And what's it to you if I am?" You say, gesturing to yourself. "Look at me, plus I don't know how you couldn't tell, I flirt with you all the time."

Michael hummed, stepping closer to you.

"You think I'm hot.." he repeated, getting closer.

You bit your cheek, looking up a bit. You didn't look him in the eye. "I mean, yeah. You are..."

He then bumped into you, pressing you against the stall behind you.

"Michael! I- you see- I'm all sweaty, you don't want that on you, d-don't get too close-"

Michael leaned down, kissing you. His lips connected to yours perfectly. You whimpered, melting a bit. Your hands quickly roamed his back, then his chest for the entirety of the kiss.

He soon pulled away, leaning down and kissing at your neck lazily. You hum and tilted your head.

"You.. you kissed me." You laughed, swooning.

"Yeah, I did." He said sarcastically. He bit down on your neck before pulling away, earning a whine from you.

He looked at you, leaning his head on yours. "You're the one that said I'm hot." He had a smirk on his face.

You chuckled, cupping his jaw.

"Don't get cocky, afton." You say, pulling him close by his belt.

His breath hitched and he stared at you.

A moment of silence goes by before your lips are attacking him and his hands are roaming your body and your hips are against his.

But soon the moment of pure bliss and shared erotic movements were stopped when you both remembered that somewhere, in the pizzeria: William was still there. Probably.

Michael pulled away, "oh fuck, if my dad finds out about this I'm dead. We're dead."

You breath heavily, whining and pulling him close.

"Then..

Let's just make sure he doesn't find out."

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HDJSHSKA y'all.. I'm sorry. This was so rushed. SO SO SO rushed. But if I make a part two to this, it'll be better. I promise.