You walked into the empty record store and sighed. It was your sisters birthday and you were getting a last minute present for her. As you looked around the store, you had no idea what to get her. You gravitated toward the punk section of the store and started to look at the collection. You stared in awe at the cassettes in front of you. There was the Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols, Black Flag, and more. All of your favorite bands were there, but if only you had the money. You looked around and made sure no one was looking before casually slipping the cassettes into your coat pocket. You decided to ditch the record store and find your sisters gift somewhere else. You started to make your way to the front door, but about halfway there, one of the very attractive teenagers who worked there stopped you.
"Need any help? I'm Michael, by the way." he said. Shit, you thought. What if he saw? What if he was gonna call the cops? You tried to stop yourself from getting to anxious. All he asked was if i needed any help, just take a deep breath and relax, you told yourself.
"No I'm good I just needed, uh, this," you said as you picked up a random vinyl. "Just what I needed. Could you ring me up? oh, and I'm Y/N," you smiled to him. Michael nodded before walking behind the counter and scanning the item.
"Phil Collins, he's quite the stud, huh?" he said, holding in a laugh.
"It's not for me," you said. "Honesty, I hate this stuff. It's all crap. I'm just getting it for my sister," you told him as you handed over the money.
"Yeah? Well, I think I got some stuff in the back that you might like." Michael said, smirking. You raised your eyebrow, now interested in the topic of conversation.
"Really? Like what?" you asked.
"Come on, I'll show you," he responded. He walked around from behind the counter and led you to the back of the store. He opened the storage door for you and as you were walking in, he grabbed the cassettes from your pocket and pushed you in the room before locking the door. You turned around and pounded on the door, jiggling the door handle trying to get out.
"What the fuck is going on?" you yelled through the door.
"This is what we do to shoplifters," he responded. You could hear him lightly laughing through the door and you pounded harder.
"What're you gonna do? You can't just keep me locked in here." you groaned.
"I'm not gonna keep you in there. I'm gonna call the police, have you arrested," he said nonchalantly.
"What?!?" you screamed. you jiggled the door handle more, desperately wishing you could get out. "No, wait, don't do it! I promise I'll never do it again! This was my first time, I swear to god this is the only time!" you exclaimed. There was no response from Michael. He had already walked away from the door and was probably calling the cops. You leaned your back against the door and sunk down until you reached the ground. You rested your head in your hands as thoughts raced through your head. You realized the path you were heading down would land you with a record, and not the one you wanted to buy at the store. You mentally screamed and scolded yourself. You should've been more discreet, why didn't you check more carefully before you slipped them in your pocket? Why did you have to steal them? Why couldn't you have just waited to buy it? You didn't notice the sound of the door being unlocked until the door was removed from behind and your back hit the floor. You looked up and saw Michael with that stupid smirk across his face.
"Are the cops here?" you asked. Your voice was shaking. You were terrified of what was going to happen next. Michael bit his lip and was silent for a moment.
"I didn't call them," he admitted.
"What? Are you serious?" you screamed as you stood up. You knew you should be relived you weren't getting arrested, but right now you were furious about being locked in that god damned storage room. "Why the hell did you keep me locked up then? Just to torture me?"
"I kept you so that you would learn a lesson," he told you.
"You're sick," you scoffed at him.
"At least I'm not a thief," he retorted. "You should be thanking me for just scaring you."
"Not gonna happen" you said. You were so fed up with his shit and you just wanted to go home at this point.
"If you had stolen anything but the Dead Kennedys, I would've called the police. But, I like your taste in music and I think you're pretty cute." he said walking closer to you.
"Yeah, well, good for you. Bye," you told him. You didn't even care that he had just called you cute. You just wanted to leave and be done with this whole thing. You started to make your way to the front door once again, only to be stopped by him grabbing your wrist.
"Not so fast," he chuckled and pulled you back towards him. "I know a way you could take your sisters record and the cassettes you stole home with you without me telling anyone you tried to shoplift," Michael told you. Your jaw dropped at him.
"I thought you weren't gonna tell anyone!" you almost yelled. You noticed there were more shoppers in the store and you didn't want any more attention than you already had.
"I said I wouldn't call the cops. I never said I wouldn't tell my boss and have you possibly banned from here." You little fucker, you thought.
"Alright, how am I gonna get away with this," you said sounding bored and uninterested. Michael walked closer to you and you kept taking steps back until you felt your back hit the wall. Michael smirked and grabbed your hips, his face inches away from yours. His eyes were filled with lust and you knew where this was leading.
"Well, you know I find you attractive, but do you find me attractive?" he asked before attaching his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses from the spot below your ear to your collarbone. You accidentally let out a moan in response and you felt him smirk against your neck. "Come on now, Y/N," Michael said, "use your words."
"I-uh.. I," you stuttered in response, "Y-yes, yeah i do," you said. You had already figured out how you were gonna get away with shoplifting, and you were more than alright with what Michael had in mind. Michael grabbed your hand and lead you to the back of the store once again. He opened a door, revealing a spiral staircase leading to a room upstairs.
"My boss lives here but he's away on vacation. I've got the key to his apartment," Michael said. You nodded your head as he unlocked the front door. As soon as both of you were in the apartment, he closed the door and pushed you against the wall. His lips started to attack your neck, finding your sweet spot and leaving various love bites everywhere. He moved his mouth from your neck to your lips and your hands were fisted into his hair, making him moan your name. He moved his hand from your hip to your breast as he started to massage it over your shirt. You pulled away from the kiss so you could pull off his shirt before pulling yours off of your body as well.
"Fuck," Michael groaned at the sight of your black lace bra. You mentally high fived yourself for putting on sexy lingerie this morning. "Jump," Michael ordered you. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist and he held his hands under your thighs. He kicked open the door to the bedroom from behind him and threw you on the bed. You both took this short time to quickly peel your skinny jeans off of your legs. You could clearly see the outline of Michaels hard on through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts. Michael climbed on top of you and started to kiss the tops of your breasts.
"This," he said before snapping the elastic of the straps against your skin, "needs to come off." You arched your back so he could unhook your bra and he threw it across the room. You flipped over so now you were on top of him as you straddled him. His hands immediately flew up to your breast as he started to massage them. You put your hands on his chest and started to grind your hips into his. You both groaned in satisfaction and you started to leave kisses down his chest, and then to his stomach, and one above the waistline of his boxers. You began to palm his growing erection while keeping eye contact with him.
"Enough teasing, Y/N," Michael said. You slowly pulled his tight boxers down his legs and he hissed when his length was exposed to the cold air. You licked a long line along the length of his shaft before swirling your tongue around the tip. You kissed the tip and licked off the pre cum. Michaels hands found their way into your hair and pulled it into a makeshift ponytail. You deep throated him and he moaned in response. You hummed against his dick as you bobbed your head up and down, pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth with your hand. Michael was grunting and a moaning mess above you. You hollowed your cheeks more, earning a moan from Michael.
"S-shit, I'm close" he said. You felt him twitch inside you before his warm load shot down your throat. You swallowed it down as you licked and cleaned up the mess. You moved back up to Michael and kissed him, letting him taste a bit of himself. He flipped you two over so that he was on top once again.
"My turn," he whispered huskily through his heavy breaths. He started to kiss one of your nipples and flicked his tongue across the nub, lightly pulling on it with his teeth while massaging the other breast with his hand.
"Fuck, that feels so good" you moaned. You let your head fall back as he switched to your other boob, repeating the same actions. He kissed down your stomach until he got the waistband of your underwear and he left a kiss over your covered slit. He lifted the band of your underwear with his teeth and let it snap against your skin. You hissed in response and bucked up your hips. He laughed and pushed your hips back down into the bed. He slowly pulled down your panties with his teeth and he left kisses on your inner thighs. A kiss on the left, and a kiss on the right, moving closer to your heat each time.
"So wet," he stated after placing another kiss, "all for me." When you thought he was finally going to start, he started to kiss back down your thigh.
"God damn it, Mikey, do something," you whined. In response, he licked a bold stripe along your slit before kitten licking it, his tongue dipping inside of you every now and then. You moaned his name loudly and he hummed against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You moaned even louder as his tongue worked its magic. He kissed your clit and swirled his tongue around it before sliding his index and middle finger into you unexpectedly. Your hand flew to his hair and you arched your back at the two fingers slamming in and out of you repeatedly. He added another finger in and started pumping faster and faster, sucking violently on your clit.
"I'm close" you stuttered out in between your moans.
"Come for me, Y/N, let it go," Michael said. You felt your walls clench around his fingers before you arched your back and moaned his name. You released all over Michael's fingers and he kept pumping them in and out of you. He slowly came to a stop wanting to ride out your high as much as possible. He pulled out his fingers and stuck them in his mouth one at a time, licking them clean. He moved back up to kiss you, his hard on lightly grazing over your folds. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist. He centered himself in front of your entrance before sliding into you. You took in a sharp breath as Michael moaned.
"Fuck, Y/N, you're so tight," he groaned.
"Sorry, haven't done this in a while," you responded.
"Hook up with random guys in music shops?" Michael joked.
"Of course," you both lightly laughed at the conversation you were having while you guys were fucking. You gave him the okay to move again and he started to slowly thrust in and out of you. It felt amazing, but you needed more.
"Faster," you told him. He started to pound harder and faster into you as your nails left red scratches down his back. His grip tightened on your hips and probably left bruises.
"Talk to me, say anything," Michael got out in between grunts and pants for breath.
"I want you to fuck me harder and faster. I want you to fuck me into another dimension. Fuck me until i can't walk for a week," you said. He unwrapped your legs from his waist and moved them onto his shoulders so he could deepen the angle and hit your g-spot better. You moaned loudly when he hit it and you clenched your walls around him.
"Fuck, do that again," he said. You continued to clench your walls around him and you started thrusting your hips up to meet his.
"I'm close," you told him as you let out a whimper.
"Me too, but I need you to hold on," he said. His thrusts got sloppier and you started to see spots. You shut your eyes but you felt Michaels hand hold your face.
"No, keep your eyes open," he said.
"I can't hold on much longer," you stated as your vision started to blur.
"Alright," Michael said. "You can let go now," Michael told you. You clenched your walls one last time and that threw Michael over the edge. You both arched out your backs in pleasure. You screamed each other's names along with a string of curse words. Michael kept going slowly so he could ride out your highs together. After he pulled out, he collapsed next you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
"That was amazing, Y/N," he said. "You should attempt to steal from here more often so I can catch you and do this," Michael joked.
"Or we could just do this without the stealing," you responded back, softly laughing.
"It would probably be better that way," Michael agreed and laughed with you. you lay there cuddling together until you had to get up and go to your sisters birthday. You got up and Michael handed you your jacket after you got dressed. You grabbed your sisters record and said goodbye to Michael before going back downstairs to the record store. After you left the store, you realized Michael had put the cassettes back into your pocket along with a note.
"If you ever wanna go on a proper date, talk about music, or just fuck again, call me ;) x" the note read. You shook your head and laughed as you shoved the note back into your pocket and walked to your sisters apartment.
