Random uhh oneshots I randomly write

I dont have a name for this so uhh

"Be a good boy..." he coaxed me. Michael knew I liked being called that. Even I think it's weird sometimes. He occasionally tells me I might have a praise kink or something. "Be good," he kissed my neck, running his fingers under my chin gently. I leaned back again. We were torturing that poor door, repeatedly thudding and pressing against it. I couldn't really say anything at that time, I could only make weird moaning sounds and touch him more.
While kissing my neck, he tugged at my shirt collar.
"Take it off..." his voice was muffled and forceful. I did it of course, what am I? A not good boy? Never. Ever. I'm the best boy.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt while he still kissed my neck. Michael shifted so he was straddling me, pulling my shirt so my sleeves came down to my elbows. I raised my hand to my mouth, trying to keep my noises muffled.
"Ah," Michael miled, gripping my hand and pressing my wrist against the door. He disapproved of my censorship. "You're too cute. Stop that. Stop being cute," he kissed me again before I could say anything back.
"Mind if I..." he rubbed the inside of my thigh. I could feel my muscles twitch. An erogenous zone that doesn't get stimulated that much, it felt weird and new. "You like that?" Mike asked me. I simply nodded and made this weird high pitched moaning noise that I hadn't made before.

Michael suddenly stopped touching me. He stood up and walked to his bed, sitting on the side. I was confused and disappointed with him stopping. Michael patted the bed, signaling me to sit down next to him. I stood up slowly, still a little stunned. I made my way next to him, almost falling like twice. A whole five feet, I'm so elegant. I sat with him, but he knelt on the floor again. I was so confused I couldn't tell what was happening anymore.

I guess I kinda started to daydream because I didn't notice him shift between my legs. What snapped me out of my trance was him pressing two fingers against my crotch. I actually didn't find out how hard I was until then.
"Hey," I couldn't tell if Michael was talking to me or my groin, either one was a little strange for the moment. He slipped off my pants. They weren't hard to get off because they were those comfortable slip on jeans. I left kisses over my bare skin, laying special attention to the spots where my cuts were clustered. I mean, it was nice, but it just felt like he was delaying what his intentions originally were. Again, part of my punishment. It was a nice punishment though.
He rubbed the fabric with his fingers every once in a while. He would also lick my briefs, and if felt really weird. It was just a tease. I hated it. He tugged my briefs bit by bit. It was painful how slow he was moving. He would press his thumbs against my thighs before kissing my leg. I let out some noises I wasn't proud of, but Michael didn't seem too bothered. I was guessing he wouldn't care as long as someone didn't walk into his room without knocking. I wonder who would do that.

I was watching the door like a hawk, barely paying attention to Michael. involuntary shivers ran up my spine when I felt my erection hit the cold air of his room. He kissed it once, then went back to my thighs. I grabbed his hair and tugged a little. He always says that his enjoyment of it is because of old trichotillomania he used to have when he was younger, something like that. I'm not sure that's how it works, though.

My shaft went from warm to cold again. He would lick my length once or twice at a time, then kiss my thighs again. At the time I couldn't tell if I wanted to hit his or kiss him, either way I was confused on how to feel 
"Mmmh, just..." I groaned in pleasure-frustration at him, gripping his hair tighter.
"Hm?" Michael looked at me. He knew I didn't actually say anything to him, eh was being a smartass. I just shook my head.  "Are you being a bad boy?" He climbed onto the bed on top of me. I didn't like being called bad at all. I was actually intimidated by him. "Bad boys don't get rewarded," He stroked me a few times. I didn't think I was getting rewarded in the first place anyway, but being called bad was upsetting.
"I wasn't bad," I protested.
"You were last night," he kissed me roughly. I started to feel guilty. I was wrong for what I did. Before I could tell him something else, we heard a bang come from the door, then nonstop knocking seconds later. Whoever was their was used to just walking into his room.

"The fuck," Michael rolled his eyes in irritation. He kissed my forehead before he got up to open the door. I sat up and pulled up my briefs.
"Can you drive me to practice?" Milli spoke loudly from the door, holding her baseball bat.
"I'm busy," Michael told her sternly.
"But you said you would!" She slammed the head of the bat against the floor.
"I never said anything like that."
"No you didn't, but can you do it anyway?"
"I just said I was busy."
"Doing what?"
"None of your business. There are literally four other people that can take you, go ask them."
"But I want you to take me!"
"Beggars can't choose. You can walk yourself anyway, the field is eight blocks away."
"Fine. Why was the door locked though?"
"Why didn't you knock?"
"I did!"
"You knocked after walking into the door like you were going to open it."
"Why was the door locked?" She ignored his statement.
"Go to practice."
"Okay, fine, I didn't need you to do it anyway," she contrasted with everything she said before then as she ran off somewhere else. Michael closed the door and locked it again. He sat back next to me and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm tired now," he stroked my underwear. It actually felt nice, better than being teased. I let out a short moan. "Have I ever told you that you're adorable?" He bit my ear lightly. I squirmed a little and made a high pitched sound. "So cute..." he whispered.
"You mind showing me how adorable you are when you're alone?" Michael moved his hand away from my crotch, replacing where his hand was with mine. I understood what he meant, so I slowly stroked myself the way he did before.
Eventually, I actually started touching myself. I stroked myself slowly, like I would alone. I moved and shifted around my hips for friction, letting out loud shaky moans.
Mike quietly observed me. He would nod sometimes and encouraged me by calling me a good boy or telling me I was doing great.
I closed my eyes and rubbed faster from his words of encouragement, using my other hand to clutch the sheets.
"You're doing so good, hon," Michael told me.
"Haa..." I could only form moans in response.
"Shhh...try to be quieter, cap," Mike stroked my hair. I was guessing I was getting too loud. I lowered my voice by biting my lip and stifling my noises. He reached over to his nightstand and opened a drawer, grabbing a box of tissues and setting it next to himself. It was like he could tell I was close.

"You're so pretty," He complimented me, even though I was sweating and my hair was messy and I had scratches all over my body. Mike decided to help me, running his finger across my tip.
"Fuck," I sighed.

I didn't notice I came. Comed? That's not a word. Came? Mike and I always say words like that are weird. Anyway, I didn't notice I came because I was paying attention to Michael making low groaning noises. I thought it was strange because he wasn't touching himself and I wasn't doing anything to him. It was like he was getting pleasure out of me being pleased or something. He says that all the time but I never really believed him when he told me. Just thought it was weird.

"Oh," Michael grabbed a tissue and helped me wipe up my mess.
"I heard that semen is good for skin," I told him a random fact I knew.
"Really?"
"Yeah, because it's a crystalline polyamine, it works to help skin and as an antidepressant."
"Does that mean if I drink it I'll feel happier?" Michael seemed excited to get this information.
"No! No, it means that when a woman has sperm released inside of her she feels happier," I explained while laughing.
"Oh," He was disappointed. Playful disappointed. "Can you put it in me please?"
"You don't have an egg that can fertilize." I pulled my underwear to the correct position.
"I can if I want to!" He jokingly yelled at me.
"That's not how anything works," I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Whatever, seeing you semen makes me happy already," he concluded.
"Really?" I ignored the fact that he didn't say it right.
"Yeah. Why do you think I didn't touch myself? I get off to stuff like that," he blushed.

I patted his head, showing reassurance. It was cute that he liked seeing things like that. Cute might not be the best word but I can't come up with any other words.
Michael kissed my cheek.

"You never finished your coffee," he pointed out to me.
"It's probably cold anyway," I waved it off.
"I thought you liked cold coffee? Isn't it like iced coffee?" He really knew nothing about coffee.
"I like it warm more than having it sit out on the counter."
"There's a difference?"
"Michael, just be quiet..." I shook my head and smiled.
"I want to know! Is there a difference? There's really a difference?"
"I guess," I gave him a vague answer and laid down on the bed.

He laid down with me and stared at me with his huge blue eyes.
"You sleepy?"
"A little."
"Can I tell you a bedtime story?"
"I'm not going to sleep."
"Can you sleep so I can?"
"No." That was the first time I declined sleeping.
"Okay..." He turned to look at the ceiling.

We both slept anyway.
For the fourth time in the last day.