You were placing bets with Sam and Dean.
Crowley placed a bet that you couldn't seduce Michael.
You agreed to prove him otherwise, but you are nervous while doing so.
He was speaking to Raphael as he was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee.
He was wearing black skinny jeans, and a red button-up shirt tucked neatly into them. The buttons had been undone just enough for the top two buttons to show, and you thought the whole ensemble looked incredibly casual.
It made sense why Michael.
He was hot yet cold.
You decided the best way to seduce him is to sit on his lap first.
As you sat on it, you leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck, your fingers tracing the edge of his collarbone.
He turned slightly towards you.
He raised an eyebrow at you.
Your cheeks turned crimson.
You kissed the skin under his jawline.
His eyes closed in what appeared to be bliss.
As you moved on to the area between his neck and shoulder, you could hear Dean mutter,
“Why am I not surprised?”
Michael opened his eyes.
“What?”
He asked.
Dean sighed.
“Nothing.”
You went back down, giving one last nibble on his earlobe as you did so.
“Well done,”
He praised, looking pleased.
Then, unexpectedly, he flipped you over onto your back.
Your breath hitched in surprise.
“Now then,”
He said with an amused look.
“I want to place my bets on how much I can seduce you.
My sweetheart, who is quite skilled in seduction and has no qualms about being forceful in her endeavors.”
You stared at him, wide-eyed and gaping at the ceiling, as he continued his speech. “So, let me take you tonight.”
“Won't it ruin any plans you have for the evening?”
“I don't know.
What do you think would happen if I told you that there's only one thing I plan to do after getting you naked and pinned beneath me?”
You stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.
The fact that everyone heard him.
And you felt him get hard.
“Michael.
Not here.”
“Let's move then, shall we, cupcake?”
With that, you pushed yourself off the couch and hurried out of the room.
Dean looked at Crowley smugly.
Michael and you moved to the bathroom.
He pinned your arms to the sink.
You were breathing heavily by now.
Your body seemed to respond to the heat of desire radiating from him.
He slowly trailed his hand up the side of your arm.
You shuddered when he reached the crook of your neck.
Michael stopped in front of you. He smirked.
“In how much do you want this?
A thousand words?
Ten thousand words?
One hundred words?
How much do you crave me?”
You swallowed.
“More,”
You mewled.
Michael's smirk widened further as he cupped your face, his thumb running across your bottom lip.
“Is that right?”
You nodded, unable to speak through the sudden tightening of your throat.
“Would you like to know what else I crave?”
Michael asked.
You blinked, confused.
He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you against his erection, which was already hard again.
You gasped at the friction against your sensitive core.
This man…
He lowered his head to kiss you.
His lips pressed softly against yours.
You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back, trying to convey all the pent-up emotions you had for him.
When you broke apart, his face was flushed bright pink.
“Do you really need me that badly?”
Michael asked teasingly.
“Yes.”
You panted.
He grinned at you wickedly before kissing you once more.
You moaned at the contact, arching your body against him.
When he pulled away, he was still flushed.
He chuckled and kissed your forehead, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.
“After what I will do to you, you might have to need a pregnancy test.”
And you heard him open the zipper on his pants.
He pulled your pants and underwear to your knees.
You watched as he slipped the tip of his dick between your thighs.
You bit down on your lower lip.
His thrusts were so hard you had to hold yourself on the sink.
His strokes grew faster, until they were too fast to follow, until there was an explosion of sensations, pleasure so intense you almost forgot you were in a bathroom.
That was the best sex of your life.
But with him, not the last.
