Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

(Cock)y Pt 2

smut, part two of the last chapter. I haven't done a bxb smut in so long so apologies for anything that may not make sense or if it's just bad.

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"So let's just make sure he doesn't find out." You say, pushing Michael into a stall, locking it quickly.

"W-What are you doing?" Michael muttered, nervous.

The confident aura he held just moments before diminished quickly.

It was the bottom in him.

You shifted, kissing Michael's jaw. You gently kissed his skin, your hands placed on his hips.

Michael's back pressed against the stall as his hips wiggled upwards to try and press against yours.

All the while he whined and complained, "y-y/n.. I don't think this is a good idea." He said.

You bit down on his collar bone, earning a moan from him. "That says otherwise." You mutter.

You pulled away from him though, your hands on his hips, pinning him down.

You bit your lip and looked at him.

"Do you want this?"

"Y-Yes but-."

"Then it doesn't matter. Just keep quiet." You say, pressing your hips against his.

Michael mumbled, looking down and not directly at you. He bit his lip.

You kissed all down his neck before you felt Michael's hands roam your chest. He whimpered and tugged at the hem of your pants.

You hummed, pulling away and kissing at his lips. All the while, Michael ran his hand down, his nimble fingers messed with the buttons that restrained your growing erection.

You huff, pulling away from his lips now. You looked at him, watching him drop to his knees. He looked up at you with wide, pleading eyes.

You felt a spike of arousal shoot through your veins and straight to your groin.

Michael undid your pants quickly, pulling them down swiftly. He leaned his head on your hip and brought a hand to your hard on.

You wince, running your fingers through his hair.

"Michael..."

"Shh.." He hushed you quickly and then hooked his fingers under the waistband of your boxers, sliding them down.

You hiss slightly as the cold air hit your erection as it was now exposed. You covered your face, looking away.

Michael grabbed your cock, inching his fingers up to tease the tip. He leaned in, licking an experimental strip up the underneath of your length.

You whimpered, your hands falling down and you fell back against the stall door. You looked down, biting your lip.

"Someone's excited," Michael says, commenting on your obvious arousal.

You roll your eyes and buck your hips a bit, hiding your face.

Michael took your tip into your mouth, swirling his tongue around it. You moaned out, mouth agape. You brush Michael's hair out of his face before you grab a fistful of his hair from the back of his head.

He shifted, sitting comfortably on his knees as he got to work; taking more of you into his mouth and sucking desperately.

His head bobbed up and down, taking your whole length in his mouth without a problem.