Random uhh oneshots I randomly write

I dont have a name for this so uhh

Mike wrapped his arms around my shoulders and swayed gently. I could feel myself heating up. "You're so cute..." he whispered to my neck, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. He pressed a very soft kiss onto my neck. His lips barely touched my skin, like a tease.  I put my leg between both of his, rubbing against him like I tried the night before. "Hmm..." he groaned. He told me that he trained himself to keep quiet during stuff like this since he has a big family and all.
I kissed him softly, again, our skin barely coming in contact. Mike let his touches linger.

"We should... go upstairs," Michael sighed between two kisses. I didn't want to move, but of course I did. Like I said, he has a big family, so literally anyone could've walked downstairs minding their own business and see us doing an apology-make out. If Milli saw it, she would never let us hear the end of it.
He grabbed my hand, slowly leading me out of the kitchen. I really didn't want to leave the cold kitchen, but, you know, big family.

We held hands throughout the house. Through the living room, up the stairs and into his room. As soon as we got into the room and I closed the door, Michael forced me against the door, his hand forcefully hitting the wood with a low thud. It really surprised me because he's never done anything like that to me.
"You're really handsome," he spoke low, dragging loose strands of hair out of my face.
As I pulled him closer, he suddenly kissed me, oddly aggressive yet soft. It was like he was desperate for another touch. He kissed me multiple times, but eleven I think. He was doing that thing when you break for about two seconds in between before going back to kissing. He would mumble things in between too. I couldn't really tell what he was saying, I could only hear breathy moans and low rambling.

"I'm sorry..." I said between one of the kisses.
"You're okay..." he sounded aggravated with me. I knew he wasn't, but it sounded that way. "I'm...going to help." Another thud sounded from the door as he knee slipped in between my legs and hit the white door.
I held his hair messily in a loose fist, tugging it lightly as he kissed my neck. He seemed like he was in a dazed trance, like he couldn't form any cohesive sentences or speak correctly.

I could feel my legs start to give in, the only thing holding me up being Michael and my willpower to stand. He continued rambling on about how much he liked me and all. He sounded like me to be honest. I do that all the time when I'm tired, but I've never heard him speak like that. I felt myself slide down the door.

"Fuck..." he kneeled down with me. My head pushed against the door. He pressed his forehead against mine. "You're warm," Michael said gently, pressing both of his hands on the door.
I gripped his hoodie sleeve, pretty tight. Michael kissed me again, softer this time.
"You okay?" He asked me when he broke for air.
"Mmhm..." I whined, moving my leg back and forth. I just wanted to touch him and his rough yet soft skin and the new cuts that would show up on his forearms and hands.
Michael shifted around to take off his hoodie. Underneath was a white tee shirt with the logo for The Red and Black Cigarettes, some band he likes. He place his hoodie to the side, some of the sleeve resting on my leg. It was still warm, like him.

I guided my hands to his hips before he kissed me again. At least I thought he was. He almost, one of those general kisses, but he slowly pulled away before he did. I felt the need to grab his collar or really him to stop being an asshole, but I just let out a low whine.
Mike let out a breathy laugh in response.
He was being an asshole.

I tried sitting up, but the way we were positioned restricted me. He planned that and he knew it. Being sneaky was another gene that runs from his dad's side of the family.
Michael did that tease thing a few more times after actually kissing me, which made me feel worse. He knew I didn't like it, and he still did it to let me know that was going to happen more often. I guess it was my fault for doing what I did the night before.
He would graze my jawline and lips with his. I gripped his shirt tighter, trying to sit up again to kiss him myself.