𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙔/𝙉. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚.
Y/N was in the kitchen foraging for cleaning supplies. Windex, disinfectant wipes, etc. Her parents were forcing her to tidy up her room, which is something Y/N dreaded doing. It's not that she hated cleaning, it was just tedious. Michael was coming over to help her, but he was most likely going to sit there and do nothing. Y/N didn't care, she just enjoyed his company.
Arms full of cleaning supplies, she makes her way to her bedroom and plops them down. She sighs and looks at the time, Michael should be here any second. And a knock at the door confirmed that. Y/N turns on her heels and basically runs towards the door. "I'm coming!" she opens the door to be met with Michael.
A huge smile paints itself on her face, she steps aside and lets him in. "Hey Michael, what's up?" He walks in and smiles back at her, "I'm good, I guess. What's up with you?"
Y/N leads him back to her room as they talked, "I'm good too, I'm happy to see you." She shuts the door behind them when they arrived in her room.
As soon as the door shuts and allows them privacy Michael wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug, one she was not expecting. "I missed you, shithead." He mumbles into her shoulder. Y/N slowly eases into the hug and wraps her arms around his waist. He's never hugged her before, or even dared to get this close. "I missed you too," Y/N says as the two part from the hug.
Michael stares into her eyes for a moment before sitting on the bed next to her cleaning supplies. "Whatcha' gonna do with these?" he grabs a bottle of disinfectant spray absently and reads the label. Y/N had her back turned to him picking up some dirty laundry on the floor, "I'm cleaning, remember? You said you'd help me." An idea pops into Michael's head, his expression changes; the mischief is apparent in his eyes.
He quickly sprays some of the cleaning product at her back, the cold liquid going through her shirt. She yelps at the frigid feeling and turns around quickly. "Michael!" she squeaks and quickly snatches the bottle from him. Michael snickers quietly, "What's wrong? Getting a little wet never hurt anybody." he winks. Y/N blush slightly at the statement, "Okay, whatever," she rolls her eyes and crossed her arms. This made Michael soften his look towards her, "Oh Y/N, you know you can't stay mad at me."
Y/N loosens up and takes a deep breath, "I suppose," she looks around the room, "Alright, you ready to help me?"
Michael fakes a yawn, "I would but uh, I don't really feel like it." He was only half-joking, he really didn't feel like cleaning, but he would if she made him. "Besides, I think somebody as reckless as you need a supervisor for a job like this. After all," he stands up and cups her cheek, getting dangerously close to her. "I can't let my little doll get hurt~" he purrs. He's resorted to seducing her into letting him slack off.
Y/N turns red and stares at him, her eyes practically turned into hearts. "I uh- fine I mean...sure." Michael sits back down and acts like nothing happened, "Cool, thanks." he finds sick pleasure in embarrassing her. Her face still burning red, Y/N narrows her eyes. "You prick," she says as lovingly as she could.
Michael just flashes her his signature shit-eating grin, "Who me? Never."
Y/N mutters something backhanded under her breath and got to work. She began by putting all her dirty clothes into a laundry hamper, then straightening up the miscellaneous things sitting on her dresser. Such as photo frames, a small pile of loose change, and old receipts. Michael props himself up on his elbows as he watched her.
"Heyyyyy Y/N?" he smirks. She turns her head to him, "Yeah?"
"Y/NNNNNNN?" he holds back laughter, he was attempting to annoy her.
"Yes, Michael?"
"Y/NNNNNNN L/NNNNNN?"
"Oh my god, what Mike?"
"Guesssssss whatttttt?"
"What?" she deadpanned, his attempts at annoying her were working.
"Guess guess guess guess-"
"Michael Afton if you don't just tell me I swear to god I'll hit you over the head with a mop." she gestured to the mop located in the corner of her room. Michael began laughing, between laughter he managed to spit out what he was going to say.
"Your ass looks great in those, just letting you know." he points to the pajama bottoms she was wearing and gives her a cheeky wink. Y/N facepalms, "Are you kidding?"
Michael points two finger guns at her playfully, "Nope, I'm afraid not."
Y/N just rolled her eyes at his childish behavior and smiles to herself. He may intentionally annoy her at times, but she loved it. His once hateful teasing turned into more lighthearted dirty jokes or sarcastic comments.
Michael contently watches her clean once again. He noticed how when she bent down to pick up things her hair would fall over her face, and how cute that looked. Or the way she bit her lip ever so slightly as she wiped down surfaces. The little grunts she made while picking up heavy objects. It may have been diminutive things to notice, but Michael notices everything about her. How good she smells, how attractive her smile is, how contagious her laughter is.
He looks over at the cleaning supplies on her bed and gets another ridiculous idea. He picks up the Windex and musters all the willpower he had to hold back laughter. "Heya, Y/N?" "What now, Michael?" she mentally prepares herself for whatever he was going to say.
"Are you a window cleaner? Because I wanna squeegee those tits~"
𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩, 𝙖 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬.
Y/N widens her eyes, her face turning crimson. "Michael!" her voice cracks slightly, due to her being flustered. Michael was pleased with her reaction and quickly thought of more cleaning supply-themed inuendos. He points to her laundry hamper overflowing with clothes, "That looks like a heavy load, why don't I show you mine?~"
She opens her mouth slightly to try and say something, but she couldn't. She was just stood there, face hotter than the sun.
Michael picks up a bottle of Pine-Sol and stares at her with an alluring smirk, "Did you pour Pine-Sol in your panties, or are you just happy to see me?"
Y/N covers her face with her hands, "Michaeeeeeel..!" she whines, "Stop it..!" he groans and sets down the bottle. "Alright, fineeeee, party pooper.
Y/N puts her hand over her chest to calm down her thumping heart. "Thank you," she gets back to tidying up and Michael was left alone with his thoughts once more. All he could think about was her, all while she was right in front of him too. He felt himself blush, just being in her presence was enough to drive him crazy. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little obsessed with her. Not in a creepy way, but just obsessing over the little things. The way she swings her hips when she walks, the way her sleeves look over her arms, the smile in her eyes when she sees Elizabeth.
He bites his lip as his thoughts became more possessive. The way he wanted to hold her close, the thought of her in his arms completely made his heart skip a beat. He didn't want to just hug her, he wanted to hold her. The thought of her frame entirely against his, how soft her skin feels, how warm her touch is. He wanted to protect her, he wanted to drown in her existence. He wanted Y/N.
"Michael?" her voice makes him flinch slightly, completely broken out of thought he quickly looks in her direction. "Yeah Y/N?" his voice sounded negligibly guilty, this made Y/N tilt her head slightly. "I'm gonna grab the broom, I'll be right back. Is everything okay?"
Michael was quick to respond, "Yep..! Everything is peachy, love." he tried sounding nonchalant, but failed. Y/N chuckles quietly, "Alright, whatever you dork." with that she leaves, making her way to the kitchen.
Michael runs his hands down his face as he tried calming down the redness of his cheeks. He couldn't tell if it was raging hormones or the fact Y/N is seriously the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, but it was difficult to not constantly think about her. Especially impaired thoughts, such as the ones he just had. They weren't necessarily dirty, though. However, Michael is a teenager, after all.
Y/N walked back in, she had the broom in one hand, and a dustpan in the other. She sets the dustpan off to the side and starts sweeping. She hums quietly as the broom glided across the floor. Michael had his eyes locked on her as she moved. Each time she swept the broom back and forth her hips would sway with it.
She made her way across the room, and she was now sweeping by the bed, she had her back towards him. Michael swallows hard, she was so close he could reach out to touch her. He could only take so much of her swinging her hips in his face before acting on his urges. He quickly places his hands on her waist, this made Y/N jump slightly.
"H-Hey..!" she looks back at him as soon as she felt his touch. He had been teasing her for the past half hour, there was only so much she could take of this as well. Michael pulls her onto his lap and slides his arms around her tightly. "Michael, what are you doing?" Y/N wasn't complaining at the intimacy of him holding her, she just didn't know what had gotten into him today.
"Don't play dumb," he whispers into her ear, "You can't be shoving that pretty ass in my face and expect me to do nothing~"