He's Mine (Michael Afton x Female Reader) (ongoing)

just a friend (MODERN AU)

smutty <3 (i actually never thought i'd be writing this but yknow writing keeps me sane rn)
TEEN MICHAEL

(MODERN AU).

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my eyes were fixated on the texts from my friend, jesse, and nothing else. we conversed back and forth. i thought he was pretty cute. then, michael starts spamming me. great.

i lift up my ipod and pause my song.
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mike <3

y/n
bro answer me
Y/N BRUH I NEED YOU LIKE RIGHT NOWW

what ??? im talking to someone rn.

um ok? uh can i stop over i need to talk to you in person
but i know you hate me and stuff so plz??

ugh fine. make sure it's quick tho.

alr i'll b there by 7
thx
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and with that i just end up scrolling on my phone for a bit, clearing my mind.

🍃

*knock knock*

"come in!" i shout, shooting up and looking at the door. there stood michael, rushing inside my room quickly. "hey," he says, breathless. "yea, hi." i reply bleakly, avoiding any more small talk. i cross my legs and fixate on him and him only. "so what'd you need me for??" he turns to me and smiles awkwardly.

"so.. i know we broke up and stuff but i.." i lean in, intently listening. "i miss you a whole lot." he mutters.

i do have to admit, i missed him too, i wanted him back.

"me too, michael." i said, looking down at his lips then back to his eyes. i go in and hug him, obviously, sitting on his lap and hes straddling me with his hands. he kisses me slowly, pausing. michael sighed. he takes my hands, intertwining our fingers.

"um," i start, nervously. "do- do you think we could start over again.?" i avoid his piercing gaze. he chuckles, smiles, then says; "sure. i've missed you anyway."

his kisses started off short and sweet, before he pulled away and asked if this was okay. obviously i couldnt pass up this opportunity, so i said, "yeah," and continued. he took the chance to sprinkle soft kisses on my collarbone whilst i ran my fingers through his soft locks.

his hands were occupied, kneading my breasts gently. his fingers twisted my bra strap. so i took that as a signal to discard it somewhere in the room so he could litter them with hickies -- and he did.

but it felt so good, yet so wrong.

he placed his soft lips on my stomach, fervently kissing it. it felt too long since he had made love to me and told me i was his. as soon as i felt his fingertips dance their way to my (thong/panties), he fidgeted with the (hem/string) on my side.

and thats when he looks up, "may i?" he mutters, smirking. "please." i say, hooking both of my arms on the back of his neck, silently pleading. michael chuckles, swiftly removing them in one blink of an eye.

my head goes back into my pillow, gasping. i was over the moon. i couldnt believe that it was really happening again. that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach that i havent had in a long time.

he notices my nervousness. he slowly dips down to the dip of my neck, nibbling it, then leaving a soft pink hickey on my neck.

"you take me so good, hunny." afton whispers in my ear, intertwining our fingers. "mhhmm.. youre so gorgeous.." his praises had my dopamine on overdrive, coursing through my body.

i softly moaned in response, my legs twitching like crazy. hearing his moans in my ear felt so relaxing, it was peaceful. "fffuc-fuck.!" my moans echoed.

he made sure to get close to my ear and show his satisfaction - to which i absolutely adore.

just then my phone went off.

heyyyy y/nnn wanna hang out????

shit, it was jesse.

michael paused, keeping his hand on my chest. "who is jesse?" he probed, opening the message, still pounding into me. "h-hes an old friend."

"old friend huh? how about we give him something, hm?" and he hit the camera button. then he started going harder, amplifying the pleasure. "wait-" i respond and he silences me by putting his two fingers in my mouth.

"this will teach him. it'll only be quick" he whispers in my ear, removing his fingers. "youre okay with this, right dear?" he questioned and i nodded vigorously.

thats when i saw the camera on me, the flash on. "hopefully this will teach him not to talk to you anymore, right?" michael teased, flipping the camera to himself, "fuck you." afton taunted, propping the camera on my nightstand. "cmon hunny," he ducks down, kissing me.

i try to make my moans as loud as possible, but still tried to stifle them. "ba-baby, i love you.." i mumble, fixated on his eyes.

"mhmm, i love you too." he kissed my forehead endearingly.

we both felt our released both being dangerously close, our substances everywhere.

"cmon darling, lets get you to the shower." michael picked me up bridal style, watching jesse's reply:

"dude.. what the actual fuck, y/n. youre a slut.... 💀💀"