One shots || Micheal Afton x Reader ➷ DISCONTINUED

The Enigmatic Neighbor

Authors Note: As requested, I'll be posting this unfinished draft. I will not be finishing whatsoever so please, do not expect me to. Enjoy.

!Content Warning!
this one shot contains suggestive content, a sex scene (afab! reader), alcohol usage/mentions, and stalking.

(Note that stalking should not be romanticized or normalized in any way, shape or form)

Inspiration for this one shot: You 2018 Netflix

POV: [Name]

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Moving away from my hometown was a huge step that I've decided to take just as of recently. My parents were getting sick of me, the town was beginning to grow growing dull in my eyes, I had just finished college, I saw the same people every day and didn't see the purpose in staying—I needed a new start. It was the same thing every single day for the past twenty-three years. I was growing tired of it and needed something new in my life. My desire to explore the world grew stronger and began consuming my every thought. So, this move was probably the best decision for me right now.. except that I would now be on my own with no friends or anything close by. I was on my own but it was a fresh start for me to start my career and focus on myself. Amazing, right?
Upon arriving to my destination, I slowly stepped out of my taxi and in front of the apartment I'd be living in until further notice. It was near the office I would be working at and was in a pretty practical place, despite it being a little sketchy. I took in a deep breath of the murky city air as my eyes examined the boring, brick building with flickering lights and poorly planted flowers by the entrance that consisted of two glass doors and too many steps. This was not as overwhelming as I'd thought it would be... everything but overwhelming; underwhelming, if anything. I stared blankly and contemplated for quiet for a brief moment before my taxi drove off. Snapping out of the haze I was in, I exhaled disappointedly and scrubbed a hand down my face. I eventually tore my gaze away from the awfully drab complex before grabbing my luggage and beginning to hoist them up the stairs of my multiple-floor apartment all by myself.
   This was going to be a long day.
   After lugging my suitcases up several flights of stairs for what felt like hours, I came to the third floor where my apartment was going to be. Pushing my third luggage over the final step with all my remaining strength, I grunted and sat down defeatedly, catching my breath as I did so. While I sat and panted like a dog, I heard the faint noise of a door being pushed open and the gentle patter of shoes against the tile flooring right after. Without hesitating, I glanced over my shoulder and saw what I assumed to be one of my neighbors, so I quickly swallowed the lump in my throat and wiped the beads of sweat off my forehead as the man approached, but with the flush on my cheeks, it was evident I had been working hard to get those suitcases up the stairs.
"Do you need help getting those luggage up?" Spoke up in a modulated voice with a rich and cunning British accent, tinged with genuine concern. I bit the inside of my cheek and forced myself to look the man in the eyes, only to be met with a pair of gentle gray eyes that set my cheeks aflame with a flush. "Uh.. yes, yeah.. actually, if you didn't mind." I managed to choke out while I pushed myself off the floor and stood up like a dog with a tail between its legs. "I'm sorry if I was making a lot of noise or disturbed you. I kinda had the shove these up the stairs and there's no elevator." I rambled awkwardly before pausing and glancing back at my neighbor, to which he cocked an eyebrow. "There is an elevator, though." My cheeks began to burn hotter. This was embarrassing, so, so, so, so, so embarrassing, and it was like the guy could tell because he just laughed. "It's okay, I did the same thing too when I first moved here. I'll show you where it is after I help you with those suitcases." The man smiled patiently. "Alright.. thank you." I mustered up the best smile I could in return.
   It only took ten minutes for me and this guy to get my suitcases up into my apartment, compared to when it took me nearly an hour to get them up the stairs. I'm impressed. When the guy set the last luggage down, he let out a small exhale and reached to wipe his forehead. "Those are heavy." The man chuckled breathlessly as he glanced over at me. "Do you have like.. a whole laboratory in there?" I raise an eyebrow at him before deciding to go along with the bit. "Maybe I do," I mumbled before shrugging. "Maybe I am a crazy scientist and I moved here to start my experiments." I hadn't been expecting that to coax another laugh from the guy. A genuine and honest laugh that made a wave of warmth wash over me. The guy was good looking and back in my hometown, there weren't many people to date with how small it was and the guys in question back in my hometown were either your cousins or your creepy relatives you only saw during the holidays or even a family friend. So, it was a big change, to say the least. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Do you need water? I promise you it's not a poison that I conjured up in my hypothetical lab." I ask as I begin to make my way to the kitchen, trying my best to be polite. "I have to start heading out but, thanks for the offer... I'm just not in the mood to get poisoned." The man gave his usual charming smile before beginning to saunter over to the front door. "Also, don't be afraid to holler if you need anything. I'm in apartment 32." And as the guy was about to leave, he paused once more at the door. "Oh, and I'm Micheal, by the way."
  From then on, it was casual between me and Micheal despite the underlying tension every time we passed in the hallway or the streets. We didn't talk much, but he came by to check in and help me hang up whatever picture needed hanging. I wish we could be more, but I don't know how to go about asking that. Dating nowadays is difficult because first was the talking stage, then you go out on a few dates and then there's this very awkward pause before you guys officially start dating and whatever the hell the three-month rule is. It's complicated and I don't want to ruin whatever me and Micheal have with all these ridiculous labels, not to sound different or anything. But, there was something about Micheal that made me a little uneasy and hesitant to act on any sense of desire. He knew when I got home and coincidentally where I worked and we've barely spent an hour together. It was creepy, but the need I felt for him made me blind to any red flags, so this situation we had went on for five weeks before Micheal came knocking on my door completely out of the blue.
   I had just gotten home from work and was already exhausted when I heard someone knocking at my door. With an exaggerated sigh, I quickly set down my purse and made my way to the door. I hastily unlocked the door and opened it to see Micheal. I wasn't surprised, just a little curious about why he was showing up at my apartment at 9 P.M. "Hi." I mumbled as I leaned on the door, reaching to rub my eyes. "Sorry for knocking so late, but I need help on this living room arrangement," Micheal said just as awkwardly, but there was an expectation in his eyes that I felt obligated to meet. I pause for a moment and glance back at the clock on my oven before looking back at Micheal. "And I'm assuming you need my help?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Yes," Micheal stated simply. "Okay, I'm in."
   Micheal led me over to his apartment and pushed open the door to reveal extravagant furniture. The place was well decorated with a warm color palette, extreme attention to detail like pictures of friends and greenery—and not to mention that it smelled amazing in Micheals's apartment with its citrus scent and the floral notes to accompany it. Who knew he could have such taste? Now I'm even more surprised as Micheal whisks me over into the living room, only to see more beautiful furniture. Micheal clears his throat and I snap out of my trance before looking out at him with wide eyes. "I need help deciding where this couch goes.." His eyes scanned over the living room with strong critique. "I think it already looks great, Micheal," I murmur in pure awe as I walk further into the living room, taking in the soft velvet material of the couch the design of the curtains, and the record player in the corner with various vinyls hung above. God, it was nice in here. "But no, I need an answer, I have quests coming over tomorrow." Micheal exhaled softly as he watched me explore the living room. I pause and look at the living room in general before looking at the decent-sized couch. I thought for a moment before pointing to another side of his living room. "Over there, It's by the tv and easy for people to find." Micheal gazed over to the place where I was pointing and after a long minute, he hummed in approval. "Okay. I need help moving it, though."
   It didn't take me and Micheal long to move the couch, but with the final push to get it into place, we sighed out of relief and moved to plop down onto the couch beside one another. I rest my hands atop my abdomen and glare over at Micheal, my breathing labored and my heart racing fast from both the excretion of moving the couch and being close to Micheal. Micheal had sensed that I had turned my head and followed suit. He met my gaze and that fuzzy feeling every time I was with Micheal came back as strong as ever.. except it wasn't fuzzy or sweet or sweet soft, It was a lustful, raw, primal need that consumed me. A suspenseful silence stretched between us and I couldn't stop my eyes from trailing downwards on Micheals's face and settling on his lush lips that I so desperately wanted to kiss. Micheal seemed to pick up on the tension and didn't miss a beat when he leaned in, cupped my jaw, and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small gasp but quickly reciprocated the kiss with an equally intense fervor. My hand snaked to the nape of Micheal's neck and pulled him closer into the kiss. We hardly knew each other, but it felt good and right and it had been so long since I'd gotten any activity so, I wasn't complaining. He brushed his hand through my hair and gently grabbed onto a fistful of it, holding me close as his lips ravished mine.
   Breaking apart from the kiss with his breathing heavy, Micheal grabbed onto my hips and laid me down on the couch, my head was against the arm of the couch and my legs were spread open with Micheal slotted between them. He leaned down and began to trail kisses along my jaw, neck, and collarbones. My body buckled and my back arched under the pressure as Micheal bit down onto my neck. My head lolled back, my lips parted and my hands grasped onto the couch below us, attempting to stabilize myself. Micheal began to unbutton my shirt, revealing the supple skin that lay hidden beneath the fabric and my bra. He trailed down further, just above the waistband of my pants, and placed a kiss there before completely taking my pants off. Now, I lay only in my panties, bra, and my unbuttoned shirt. My heart was pounding fast against my chest as Micheal worked a finger under the band of my panties and began to work them off. Within a blink of an eye, his mouth was on my pussy, lavishing it in his salvia and sucking on l the swollen nub that was my clit. My body writhed under the intensity of Micheal's touch and I couldn't help but grind my pussy against his face. My mouth fell agape and an inarticulate cry spilled out. "Oh god.. yes, Micheal!" I gasped out. "Fuck, don't stop!" Micheal's hand slid under my thighs, grasped onto the couch, and pulled me closer to his mouth.

   I think you can imagine how that night ended. Now, I was meeting Micheal's friends like Micheal hadn't eaten me out on that couch they were sitting on.