F**kboy Michael Langdon X reader

You're Dangerous (that's what I want you for).

Chapter plot: Michael/reader meet again/reunite, they start attending UCLA college together, the reader finds out Michael has other suitors, the reader meets Madison Montgomery, etc. Read on to find out.

"Waiting for a Girl Like You."

Chapter 1

"You're Dangerous (that's what I want you for)."

It was your first day of college and you couldn't wait to move in. You were wearing navy blue jeans and your favorite T-shirt. Classes were due to start the following Monday so your best friend was helping you to move into the dorms. UCLA was huge and California, although it was a place you thought that you would never actually return to, something about Los Angeles drew you back. The school had a good Arts department and your classes for the first term were Italian, Art appreciation, European history, and chemistry. It was going to be a long year. Being away from friends and family would suck. Your best friend lived 2 hours away and your family even further. There was a big welcome party for the new students and freshman on campus. Although not a huge party person, it would be good, Y/N thought to herself. Nothing could go wrong. It was the weekend, you were starting a new adventure soon- the next chapter in your life, and things were going good so far. Hopefully, there would be cute boys Y/N thought to herself. No, not boys, but men. Mature and good-looking men not little boys. The night was still young and the party could make or break Y/N's reputation. Of course, there was a keg, a ton of snacks, loud people everywhere you looked, beer pong, party games, 8 ball pool, and a bonfire. Going to sit down with some beer, Y/N was having a good time so far. Free beer and food were always nice. While scoping out the men at the party, a guy who looked sort of familiar and no more than 19 or 20 came over to Y/N and sat down. He had curly blonde hair and blue eyes, he was also tall, handsome, and a model type. He was wearing black jeans and a leather jacket- unzipped with a Marilyn Manson tank top on underneath. Little did you know yet, he also had Italian this semester and some other courses such as philosophy, psychology, sociology, world religions, and physics. The boy came over and sat down next to you.

"How are things going? Thought you might want someone to talk to," he boldly suggested with a sly wink as he took a sip of his beer.

"Fine. I'm a freshman. I'm [insert name here]," Y/N told Michael flirtatiously.

"I'm Michael Langdon. Wait didn't we know each other when we were younger?" He asked curiously and a bit dumbfounded. Was it really her? She looked gorgeous now, her beautiful hair, pretty eyes. He licked his lips in delight.

You popped open another beer and took a big swig. Michael had already downed 3 beers, this was your second. All of a sudden some memories came flooding back to Y/N. Of course Michael- the Michael Langdon! You knew him when you were both 10. You remembered when Michael was a little shit to you, playing pranks on you when you were kids and lived in the same neighborhood. He would do rude things to you like the time that he put a nest of spiders in your Barbie doll dream home, worms in your shoe, and not to mention the times he would toilet paper your house and other shenanigans with his friends on and near Halloween. Michael loved Halloween, it was his favorite holiday. Former Michael was a jerk but he was so sexy now. As he put his arm around you, you felt comforted, safe.

"I want to kiss you," he suggested as he moved his hand under your jaw and lifted your head to look into his eyes. He was such a flirt.

Making the first move, as you looked into Michael's eyes, you leaned closer in anticipation. He couldn't wait either and as your lips crashed into his, you felt an intense need for him. It was overpowering and strong. You needed this, needed him. You had to have him because you wanted him. You wanted him to be yours and no one else's and to lay a claim on him. It might be too early just yet but you already knew him and something about him was different now, better. The kiss was sweet, sensual, and everything you expected it to be. Just as the kiss deepened and started to grow stronger and more intense, Michael, to your dismay, pulled away from you with a smile on his lips.