Grunge!Michael Langdon x Reader
Summary: You and Michael skip class to do something a little more fun
"Michael, I swear to God, we're gonna get caught and I'll never talk to you again!" You giggled, trying and failing to keep your tone serious as you scolded your boyfriend who was currently dragging you through the empty school halls with a tight grip on your wrist.
"Shh. Just keep it down and we won't." He smiled at you over his shoulder, giving you a rather harsh tug when your feet stilled trying to get him to let go of you. "And stop struggling or else people are going to start assuming things."
Rolling your eyes playfully, you stopped resisting his pull and allowed him to guide you into a nearby closet.
"A janitor's closet? Really, Michael? I could've sworn you were more original than this." You joked as he spun you around and pushed you up against the wall, keeping his hands on your shoulders to hold you in place. "And I could've sworn you said you'd never skip class, Y/N. I guess were both full of surprises today." Your smile faltered slightly at the reminder of what you two were doing and you went to slip past him only to be further anchored in place when his knee came up between your thighs, coming to rest right against your core and giving it enough pressure for you to involuntarily grind forward.
"Ah, ah, ah, Y/N. I finally got you right where I want you and I'll be damned if I'm letting you go now." He shifted forward so he could press his entire body up against yours, making any thoughts of escaping completely impossible as he readjusted his hands to caress your jaw gently in one and the other tugged on your hip to bring you even closer to his warm body.
"Yeah, but Michael, I think this is a really bad idea. Can't we just wait until after school?" "Relax, Y/N." Michael murmured softly, bringing his forehead to rest on your own. "Besides, you'll still get in trouble if you go back. Class already started awhile ago." "I know, but-"
You were quickly cut off with Michael's lips pressing intently against yours. "Just shut up." He growled between kisses, making you gasp when he started rocking the knee between your legs forward at a steady pace. Michael took advantage of your open mouth and, using the hand on your jaw, forced you to open your mouth wider so he could push his tongue deep inside.
Your fists gripped the soft hair at the base of his neck tightly, wanting to bring him even closer to you, no doubt pulling a few strands out by accident. You twisted your neck to the side, trying to find a better angle for you to effectively push back against his insistent tongue "Michael, please-" you whimpered, dragging your soaked core against his thigh, desperate for more friction.
A loud knock on the door caused you to quickly jump back from one another. Glaring at Michael, you whispered angrily "I told you, asshole!" Your glare hardened when he merely smirked at you. Michael reached forward to give your hand a reassuring squeeze only for you to yank away from him just as the door opened to reveal your principal giving you both a disappointed look. Without thinking you pointed towards Michael "He made me do it!"
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