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14 - did daddy fuck you good last night?

14 - did daddy fuck you good last night?

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(cute michael gif to the side(-': gosh he's so adorable)

after staring at the ceiling for at least an hour after i woke up, i realized that michael wasn't going to wake up any time soon, and i should be a good boyfriend and go attempt to make breakfast.

i slipped out of michael's bed, earning a sleepy groan from him, then rubbed my eyes and walked out into the hallway.

walking through a house that's not familiar to you is really fucking confusing, so it took me a couple minutes to find the kitchen.

yawning, i walked into the same place i got the beers from last night. the only problem was that i forgot that michael had roommates, and i was only wearing my underwear.

when i stumbled into the kitchen, i realized that there were two other people in the room, who were staring at me.

"morning," the girl smiled, her chin resting on the guys shoulder. if i was correct, he was the guy who worked at the front counter of the tattoo parlor, zack. it would make sense, considering his arm was full of tattoos.

"morning," i mumbled awkwardly, blushing at the lack of clothes i had on. i just stood there for a few seconds, not wanting to go through the cupboards now that i had people watching me.

"there's some pancakes on the stove, if you're looking for something to eat," the girl giggled, an amused look on her face.

"oh, yeah. thanks," i said with a small smile, turning to get a plate to bring upstairs for michael and i.

i noticed out if the corner of my eye that the boy had gotten up, and was getting something out of a cupboard - a plate. he came up behind me and set the plate down on the counter, then leaned down towards my ear, "did daddy fuck you good last night?"

i nearly dropped the plate i had just picked up, blushing even harder than before.

"w-what?" i chocked out, keeping my eyes on the plate with the stack of pancakes on it, not wanting to look up. "we didn't-"

"oh, will you please me now, daddy?" the girl pretended to moan, walking over to us and draping her arms around zack's neck, pouting her pink lips slightly. the sight would have been amusing, if i wasn't on the receiving end of the teasing.

"i'm not touching you," zack mocked michael from last night, giving me a smug grin and making me feel even more uncomfortable.

"but daddy i-"

"oh god, stop please," i groaned, covering my face with my hands. "we didn't do...that."

"dude, i went to the bathroom and all i heard from you was daddy every two seconds," the girl giggled, unwrapping her arms from zack's neck. she stared at me for a few seconds before shaking her head. "i dunno, you don't look like that kind of guy to me. you look too innocent," she added, gently patting my bare chest.

"shut up," i mumbled, tossing a few pancakes on the plate before retreating back up to michael's room, hearing the two laughing at me as i did. they reminded me a lot of alex, he always teased me like that, too. then again, practically everyone teases me.

i definitely need to work on being quieter.

迪克

(lol be warned i can't write makeout scenes sorry)

michael had his elbows on either side of me, holding himself up over me while pressing little kisses to the side of my jaw. his nose lightly bumped against my skin as he moved his lips up to my cheek, then to the corner of my mouth and finally fully against mine.