One shots || Micheal Afton x Reader ➷

Quickie

Smut, yk the drill.
C/W: Car, unprotected, drunk sex, gagging and some degrading.
Teen Micheal x Teen [Name] male

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Micheal slammed the car door shut as he climbed into the back seat with [Name].

Quiet and drunk bickering throughout the car whether to use a condom or not.

Quiet in order to not interrupt the party the car was parked next to.

Micheal sloppily reached for his center console, digging through the mess until he couldn't find a condom.

He let out a sigh and glanced over at [Name].

"No condoms,"

"Whatever."

[Name]s back pressed up against the car door. Breaking heavily as he awaited Micheal.

It was the 1980's, being gay was a total taboo topic.

So, figure [Name] and Micheal can't do it in the house...out to the car it is.

Micheal wedged himself between [Name]s legs, grumbling about how stupid this was.

[Name] grunted and reached for Micheals fly, tugging it, not realizing he was wearing a belt.

"I'm wearing a belt, dumbass." Micheal hiccuped, slurring over his words.

"Then fucking take it off, I'm doing all the work here!" [Name] snapped, sounding just as drunk.

Micheal was quick to shove his fingers in [Name]s mouth.

His index and middle finger curled, gagging [Name].

"I'll go fuck some random girl if you keep this up."

[Name] flipped Micheal off. His eyebrows furrowing.

Micheal scowled.

"Every time you flip me off equals a finger I'll shove up your ass."

[Name] huffed against Micheals fingers as he attempted to get some what comfortable against the car door..

Micheal grumbled under his breath before sliding off his belt with one swift motion and tossing it into the passenger seat.

Micheal pulled down his zipper and soon enough, his erecting sprung out, hitting his midriff.

His cock twitched. The tip swelling. Dry.

"Look, we only got like..fuckin', uh, ten minutes. I expect nothing more from this than a relief. Alright?"

[Name] hated this. Micheal had been playing him like a fiddle for the past month and using him nothing more than a "relief" (in his terms).

But, it was only for the high...right?

Right.

[Name] gave a nod to which Micheal pulled his fingers out.

Micheal hands worked effectively to get the fly of [Name]s pants down, revealing his hole.

Micheal rubbed [Name]s pre-cum covered tip through the material of his boxers.

[Name] writhed against Micheals touch. His bottom lip trembled before a low grunt escaped his lips.

Micheals hand slowly skim down [Name]s shaft to his hole. Skimming his fingers dryly over the rimming.

Micheal brought his fingers up to his lips and spat on them before lubing [Name]s hole with makeshift lube.

[Name]s hand instinctively clawed at Micheals shoulder as he cried out. His hips and knees buckling at the mere touch.

"Stay still." Micheal ordered, his voice had seemed to lower.

[Name] didn't seem to listen, squirming as he continued to whine. So, Micheal slid a finger in.

Micheals fingers curled subconsciously. Hitting the G-spot with ease.

[Name]s thighs clenched. His back curving against the car door. Micheal groaned before he'd began to plunge his fingers in and out.

"We—need—to—hurry—up," [Name] cried between each curl, each thrust of Micheals fingers.

"Hurry up? Oh, I'll hurry up alright."

Without warning Micheal positioned himself with [Name]s hole, slapping his tip against the lubed rimming.

Grabbing the base of his cock as he slid it in. To which, [Name] groaned as his fingers dug deep into the cushion of the car seats.

Micheals eyes squeezed shut as he began to ram into [Name]s tight hole.

Micheal grasped onto [Name]s hips tightly. Breathing heavily through gritted teeth.

"I fucking hate you, I hate how much I enjoy this. This is so wrong, you fucking cunt." Micheal spat. "You like this, don't you? Of course. Of. Fucking. Course."

Micheal relentlessly pounded into [Name]. His thrusts excruciating, hard, fast. Slamming [Name] into the car door.

The car windows became fogged.

[Name], just by Micheals words, was nearly sent of the edge.

The tight pool of liquids in his stomach threatening to flood as Micheal continued to completely wreck [Name].

[Name] felt his eyes sting with hot tears. Tears of pure pain and pleasure.

His drunk mind buzzing. His cheeks burning a light pink. [Name] was making a total fool out of himself or that's at least what it felt like.

Micheals nails staggered into the thick flesh of [Name]s hips. His pace increased with every thrust. Hitting his prostate every single time.

[Name] whimpered and cried out, grasping onto Micheals shoulder tightly, in hopes to get him to slow down.

Yet, he didn't seem to bother.

[Name] nearly screamed out as his orgasm hit him like a train.

Micheal continued to thrust inward [Name], hitting his prostate with more force than before until he came.

Micheal came deep within, his warm seed spilling in the depths of [Name]s prostate.

[Name]s cock twitched as he hit his high. The spot in his boxers were his tip remained beneath dampened.

The car windows had been so fogged, no one could look in or out. It was humid.

The sound of [Name] wincing and Micheals heavy breathing filled in the silence.

Micheal glanced over at [Name] blankly, hazed if you must.

He swallowed and pulled out of [Name].

"I have to go."

[Name] so desperately wanted him to stay. Micheal had always done this, but he figure it'd be best for him to go.

[Name] gave a shaky nod.

Micheal quickly slid his belt through the belt loops on his jeans and zipped his fly back up before fleeing the scene, in a rush.

Leaving [Name] all to himself, now having to clean this mess.

In silence.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but he craved more.

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