One shots || Micheal Afton x Reader ➷

Your Highness. (Pt. 2!)

Long waited part two.. I'm so sorry for the wait actually lol. Anywho, my writing style has kinda changed so it won't be the same as the first part but I'm gonna try! Enjoy!

EDIT; Downloaded the app bc I'm bored... I'm gonna expose all my drafts even if they're not finished

C/W; Suggestive language, Alcohol usage/mentions, unprotected sex (stay safe!), slight mentions of homophobia.. FAST BURN!

M [Name] x Micheal (Royal edition)

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[Name]s perspective;

Sophisticated chatter and gossip spread amidst the crowds. Snobby and smug laughter echoed through small groups at one too many cheesy jokes. Fancy and expensive glass flutes and goblets of wine clinking together in greeting, almost in unison. The air hummed with energy as I stepped foot into the ball room. It had been years since I had been to a ball, nevertheless seen Micheal, since I was nineteen. Me and family had gone off to move to another kingdom after outsiders had attacked us and took over; forcing us to completely move and rebuild for our own safety. I haven't been the same since.

I'd grown since that night. I was finishing up my education. I began to take training classes for becoming the king, being the heir to the throne. I kept up with my sword practice, wishing Micheal was there to beat me and laugh about it and kiss me afterwords with his hands on my hips. I remember that day we first met. Our obvious chemistry that we were naive and oblivious to. I bite the inside of my cheek even just thinking about Micheal. I was now twenty-six years old. I shouldn't be thinking about this childish fantasy when I have better things to worry of. Plus, it would be highly frowned upon if the public ever found out. It was taboo, wrong in every way. I shake away my thoughts and avert my attention towards the line of suitors waiting for me to charm them after one dance and bring them to my chambers, just for a night of intimacy.

But, no one's ever had me. Not like Micheal.

My father nudges me, urging me to keep walking as he noticed my distance gaze. "Keep walking. This is your chance to get married. You're far too old now to be single." He chided, keeping his voice low as he grumbled in my ear just to keep up a good reputation with the many higher ups presence. "And far too handsome, [Name]. You have ladies all over you, just choose one of your best interest." My mother shot a judgmental glare towards me. All my siblings.. younger than me, had already found their fiancés and planning to have kids and get married. Part of me was content with being single. I had no desire to sleep around or fish for ladies nor to have kids. But sometimes, I wish I had someone like Micheal, to just cradle me and make me feel worth something for once.. "[Name], are you even listening to—"

"—Ah, [Name]! What a pleasure to see you again."

A deeper, richer voice, accented with a British charm that I recognized all too well called up from behind me and my nagging parents. I looked back, a little hazed, to see a taller man. Loosely slicked back, dark chestnut colored hair. Tailored suit jacket and trousers with a cool color palate to accompany his supple skin and lean-muscled physique. Recently shaved face and lush gray eyes that seared into my skin, leaving me feeling both breathless and read straight through like an open book. Crooked nose and a suave smile. Broad shoulders and generally sharp features. The man wasn't exactly conventionally attractive but with an aura so powerful, as if he was black hole alluring everyone's attention in, he naturally drew people in. My breath caught in my throat.

Micheal Fucking Afton.

I looked back over to my parents and they gave me an expectant look, almost as if begging me to go with him. I swallowed dryly before turning my back towards them and walking up towards Micheal. He indulged a slow sip of white wine, his lips curbing around the rim of his glass flute ever so perplexingly perfectly before he greeted me with a welcoming grin. "Let's get you glass and then we'll sneak out to the outskirts, right? Okay." Micheals hand slithered onto the small of my back, leading me to the wine table.

We eventually snuck out, hand in hand. The brisk night air brushed past my face as I leaned against the railing of the balcony. I savored the taste of the alcohol as it went down my throat, swallowing down yet another glass as me and Micheal catch up. It had been years, so so so, many years since we've even talked. Micheal told me about his family and his insane father, his college, about how he practiced both sword and bow and arrow, his travels and his wishes to become the king. I listened to every detail. Every single one. I missed the sound of his voice, I missed the way he held my hand as we talked as if nothing became in between us. I find myself smiling at the stupid jokes he made that also made my heart flutter.

"So, yeah. That's all, really." Micheal spoke when he finished up giving me a good summary about his life the past eight years. "What about you? What did you do?" He inquired, glancing over me as he cocked an eyebrow. I took another sip from my beverage. "Uh." I haven't done anything these past years expect mourn the loss of kisses from Micheal. I looked down the glass flute in my hands before exhaling slowly. "I mean.. I moved and I'm finishing up graduate school, but that's all. I haven't been doing anything special." I shrugged and looked to my side opposite of Micheal, bashfully. A beat of silence pasted between us before Micheal laughed, squeezing my hand. "Thats what you have been doing since I was gone? How fun," He chortled.

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I look back over at Micheal. A cheeky grin plastered onto his face, his eyes crinkling with his grin and rosy cheeks that glowed brightly; he was practically beaming with amusement. I stared, completely enamored with Micheal and his smile and his lips. I can feel my heart beating faster. My hand tightened around his. My eyes locked with his so intimately. No one could find out about this. This was so wrong.. but I couldn't help myself when I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. We had only been taking for an hour but it felt like I had known him for years. Though, what came to my surprise is that Micheal didn't pull away, he only pulled me closer. His hands slid down my torso, settling on my hips and bringing me flush against him. And we kissed. We kissed like no time had passed between us. My hand grasped onto his forearm as our kisses became more intense, more passioned.

"Keep quiet." Micheal whispered against my lips.

Micheals lips began to trial from my lips—leaving my skin prickled with goosebumps—His lips went from my chin to my jaw to the hollow of my neck. As soon as I knew it, we were escaping to his chambers. He pushed me up against his bed and began to unbutton my trousers, kneeling before me as I sat on the edge of his bed, the mattress squeaking under my weight. I was breathless. My chest heaved with every breath I managed. My erection was tight against my boxers, swollen with a desperate arousal, glistening with precum. I sat impatiently, watching as Micheal undid the buttons which felt like it had taken hours.. until I blinked and then his hand was wrapped around my length. He began to stroke up and down, skimming over my tip. My hips bucked into his hand at the mere sensation. A gasp fell past my lips. "Micheal," I groaned. My hand sank down to the top of Micheals head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, fully sinking my knuckles into his scalp.

I could only imagine the headlines tomorrow if anyone found out about this. "Prince Micheal and Prince [Name] and their illicit affair." And along with the stupidest theories about how we had always been dating but they had just now found out. But, that's not what I was thinking about as Micheal took my full length into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my tip. My head tilted back and I involuntarily tugged on his hair.