Summary: You and Michael work at the same printing agency. You both are annoyed by the other, and can't stand in the same room for more than five minutes without arguing. But somehow, at the office Christmas party, you end up having a heated make out session with Michael in the bathroom. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Having bubble letters on the front cover is an awful idea, (Y/N)." Michael Clifford, your co-worker argues. You roll your eyes at him as you both stand in front of your boss's desk. Your boss is Calum Hood, who's a friend of Michael's. "Having bubble letters is a cute idea, Michael." You argue. It's Michael's turn to roll his eyes and run his hand through his black hair. "Calum, tell her that we are not putting bubble letters on the front cover." He tells Calum. Calum sighs and stares at both of you. "You guys are supposed to be partners. Why can't you get along for more than five minutes?" Calum asks. "Why did you hire such a bitch of an employee?" Michael fires back. "Because, if I remember correctly, your exact words when we interviewed her was, "She's hot." And you chose her." Calum says. Michael scoffs. "She's not hot anymore. She stopped being hot when she wouldn't sleep with me." You sigh heavily. "I'm sorry, I don't sleep with douche bags like you." You snap. "Don't get your panties all bunched up, love. I would rather die than sleep with you." Michael says. You huff and turn to Calum. "Calum, come on. Bubble letters are in right now." You say. "I'll think about it over Christmas break. Are both of you coming to the party on Saturday?" Calum asks. You nod, and so does Michael. "Don't kill each other at the party, alright? I shouldn't have to fucking babysit you two every day. You're both mature adults, so start acting like it." Calum says sternly. You and Michael leave Calum's office. "Where are you going?" Michael asks, as you grab your coat. "Home." You say simply. *Saturday Night* You're wearing a red, short, tight dress. It has one sleeve, and the hem reaches your thighs. The dress has a black belt on it. You're wearing black stilettos and your hair is in loose waves. You have a mistletoe clip in your hair, so one side stays out of your face. You arrive inside the office, where the party has just begun. Your coworkers are dressed in their best clothes. Many of them are dancing, some are eating, and others are making small-talk. You spot Michael right away. He's wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and a red tie. In the pocket of his suit coat, where his lapel should be, is a piece of mistletoe. Michael is standing with Calum and their other friends, Ashton and Luke. You've met Ashton and Luke before, but have never seen any of the boys dressed up. Ashton has his arm around a blonde girl, who's laughing at something he whispers to her. Michael must feel you staring, because he glances over at you. He does a double-take, his eyes widening in surprise. You look away quickly, walking over to talk to some of your other co-workers. It isn't long before Calum makes his announcement. "Now, as a tradition here at Hood Enterprises, we always have one slow song for all the couples out there. This is it." Calum says, before leaving the stage. The band that he's hired starts to play a slow song, while you go back to discussing work with some co-workers. Michael walks over to you and you feel yourself tense up. "Do you want to dance?" He asks softly. You bite your lip, but agree. He takes your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. You put your arms around his neck and his hands rest on your waist. "You look amazing tonight." Michael says. "Are you going soft on me, Clifford?" You ask. Michael laughs. "Of course not. I'm just complimenting how sexy you look in this dress." He says. Your cheeks turn a light pink, and Michael smiles. "Why do we hate each other so much?" You ask. "I don't know. But you're making it impossible to hate you in this dress." Michael murmurs. You look around. Nobody's paying attention to the two of you, so you pull Michael off the floor and to the bathroom. Michael smirks at you as he locks the bathroom door. "Finally giving in to my charm?" He asks. You scoff, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. "You wish." You mumble. Michael's lips crash into yours, moving fast and rough. You kiss him back, passion stirring in your veins. Michael runs his hands up your body, groaning against your lips as you grind your hips against his. "Fuck, I need you naked, like now." He mutters in between kisses. He reaches around and finds the zipper of your dress and tanks it down. You remove the dress with elegance, while an impatient Michael throws it across the floor when it's off. Michael pauses to admire your body. You're wearing a matching bra and underwear set. The set in green lace, with a little red bow in the middle of the bra and on the waist band of your underwear. "God, you look gorgeous." Michael whispers in awe. You blush and kiss him again. A knock sounds on the bathroom door and Michael sighs. "What?" He snaps. "Uh, Calum's looking for you, Mike." Luke says from outside. "Fuck, okay. I'll be out in a minute." Michael tells Luke. You pout at Michael. "You're not seriously going to leave me like this, are you? All hot and bothered?" You ask. Michael helps you get your dress back on. "Wait until the party's over." Michael tells you. You groan as he pulls you out of the bathroom. Michael goes to find Calum, while you stay near the bar, but still in Michael's line of sight. You flirt with the bartender and dance with different guys all night to tease Michael. After the party, as everyone is leaving, Michael grabs your hand and yanks you away from the bar. He pulls you to the bathroom again and pushes you against the door after locking it. "Did you have fun teasing me all night? Hm?" Michael asks, anger showing in his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about." You say, batting your eyelashes innocently. "Should I punish you for teasing me like that? Is that what you want, kitten?" Michael asks. You whimper and nod. Michael literally tips the dress off your body this time and leans you over the bathroom sink, giving him perfect view of your ass. Michael runs his hand over it a few times, then smacks it. You let out a gasp, the smack shocking you more than hurting. Michael slaps your ass again, in a different spot, and you let out a whimper. This goes on until your ass in burning and your sex feels like it's dripping. Michael runs his fingers over your sex and smiles. "Look at that, you're fucking dripping for me, sweetheart." He murmurs. You groan. "Please fuck me." You say, biting your lip. Michael slaps you one more time, but this time, the slap hits your clit. You cry out in pleasure, arching your back. Michael shoves two fingers inside you, slowly. You moan loudly and feel your whole body relax. Michael thrusts his fingers in and out of your sex, gaining speed each time until you're crying out his name. "M-Michael, I'm g-gonna," You stutter, feeling your walls clench around Michael's fingers. Just as you're about to cum, Michael removes his fingers. "Michael!" You yell, losing your high. "Shh..." Michael tells you, leaning down to blow on your swollen clit and soaked sex. You cry out, wiggling your hips to find more sensation. Michael shoves his fingers back inside of you, making you moan. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you quickly, making you arch your back and scream his name. "Michael!" You moan, feeling your walls clench around his fingers again. You start lifting your hips as Michael thrusts his fingers faster. Just as you're about to find your release, you lose it again as Michael removes his fingers. You cry out as you lose the pleasure. Michael blows on your clit and sex again, then pulls you up until you're standing. He pushes you against the bathroom wall and shoves down his pants and boxers. He picks you up and you wrap your arms around his waist. He thrusts his cock into your soaked sex, making you grab onto his shoulders tightly. You dig your nails into his shoulder blades as he pounds into your sex. He thrusts hard and fast and groans into your neck. "Fuck, you're so wet." He says. You whimper as your walls clench around his cock. "P-Please let me c-cum," You say. "Let it out, kitten." Michael tells you. You finally hit your high, your juices milking Michael's cock as he thrusts into you. You moan loudly, yelling out, "Fuck, Michael!" Michael's thrusts become sloppy as he groans. He reaches his release, his juices mixing with your own as you both moan loudly. Michael pulls out and holds you there, panting against your neck. "Holy fuck, that was incredible." He says. You nod, agreeing. "Why didn't we try that sooner?" You ask. "Because I was a dick." He says, chuckling. After you two get dressed, Michael kisses you lightly. "I'd actually like to take you out on a date next Friday." He admits. You smile. "Pick me up at eight." You tell him, walking out of the bathroom. And now, ten years later, you and Michael are happily married.
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