Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Bus Ride

teen!Michael x teen!reader

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It was very well know by everyone that you hated Michael. Michael hated you back just as much if not more.

You two were both almost finished school, graduation right around the corner. You two were practically adults, ready to never see each other ever again.

You two avoided one another at any cost. Why did you hate each other? Because your parents hated each other.

That was all.

If someone was to ask you, "why do you hate Michael?"

You simply shrug, "he's the bane of my existence."

And you'd walk off.

But why?

Maybe you hated him because you secretly lov-

"Y/N," you friend says, making you look up.

You two were in line to get on the bus.

You hum, "sorry. Was I.. thinking." You mutter.

Your friend just nodded, walking onto the bus. It was the last bus there, you two were the last to get on it. As you and your friend walk onto the bus, the door closes and you look around.

Your friend sat, the last open seat was right behind them. You talk to them as you go to sit down but then you feel someone push through behind you. You turn,

Michael.

You look at him with disbelief as him and his friend squished against each other as he sat with a smirk. He laughed, basically in your face.

His obnoxious laugh got attention from everybody, eyes were on you.

"You knew I was gonna sit there you little shit." You cursed.

He pouted, "snooze you lose." He taunted.

"Hey! Everybody sit down!" The bus driver roared.

You grumbled, "I've got no where to sit!"

As you yelled at the bus driver, Michael grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto his lap.

"Just shut up and sit here, damn." He mumbled.

You turned red but ignored it, scoffing.

"Whatever, only because I have to." You mumble.

Bickering and whispers filled the bus as you sat on Michael's lap with your arms crossed.

A minute goes by until the bus is on its way, driving down town to everybody's stop.

The ride seemed like it was extra rough today, extra bumps and swerves.

You wouldn't care, except for the fact that you were on your enemies lap.

You sigh, trying to sit up the best you could to keep yourself from thinking you actually liked being on his lap.. in his hold.

You feel the bus go up and down a bit as it hit a bit, causing you to really go up and down on his lap.
You hear his breathing hitch but nothing else.

You bit at your nails as you stared at the seat in front of you, hoping for the bus to get to your stop faster.

After a few minutes, the bus rolls up to a corner and stops. It was Michael's stop.

"Get up." Michael mumbled.

So you do, you move to allow him to get up. He grabbed his stuff and looked at you once before grabbing your wrist. You stared at him and before you knew it he was dragging you out the bus with him.

You reluctantly followed, running behind him as he held onto your wrist and ran to his house.

"Michael- what the hell are you doing..!?"

Michael didn't answer you though. He unlocked his door and pulled you into his home, shutting the door before pressing you against the wall.

You were beat red, confused and flustered. Your breathing picked up and you looked at him.

"Michael-"

He shut you up, grabbing your face and kissing you.

You kissed back, grabbing onto his shoulders. But after a moment, you push him off, realizing what you were doing.

"N-No what.. what the fuck..."

"Y/N.. I've been wanting to do that." He said. "And you, on the bus, on my lap.."

You look down, noticing a tent in his pants.

"You caused this.."

"So now you're gonna fix it.."

You stare at him,

whimpering once before he'd kiss you again.

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Lol I'm in class... should I make a part 2 for this? 🤔🤔 ALSO I WAS CALLED Up to the 8th floor with one of the security guards and I was so scared but turns out I wasn't in trouble 💪🏻😩