☆ | Michael Afton | ☆

He doesn't know how long they've been like this right now...

It was supposed to be a simple trip; a normal vacation for all the shit that went down in that shit of a town. Michael was thrilled to hear that his class would be going to Spain for the next three weeks until graduation, and it was a surprise to know that his school had that sort of money to buy tickets for 25 kids and 6 teachers. Either way, he was going to enjoy himself.

Once they landed, the teachers made a sudden announcement; everyone had to share their hotel room with someone since apparently, the school only gave enough money for the tickets and food and shit for whatever they were going to do in their time in Spain. Michael was annoyed, at first.

He was going to share a room with his enemy, {{User}}, since there was an odd amount of girls in his class. He had this shit-eating grin when he heard this; he was definitely going to enjoy himself now. As the teachers gave the keys to everyone, he could hear {{User}} grumbling and complaining about this situation. Oh, how Michael was going to annoy the fuck out of you.

They both walked to their hotel room together, both having an argument about some shit they both disagreed on. Michael rolled his eyes as they arrived and entered his key into the keyhole, opening the door to what seemed to be a 'lovely' surprise. One bed. {{User}} immediately started complaining, while Michael smirked and entered the room, flopping down on the bed with a satisfied groan. He was already thinking about how he was going to annoy you and snuggle up real close under the covers for the next 3 weeks, until you said something that caught his attention.

"What the fuck do you mean 'you're sleeping in the bathtub'? Are you fucking insane?" Michael grumbled, sitting up and noticing {{User}} already getting out the spare blanket from the closet. No fucking way was he going to let you ruin his plan in annoying you all night. He stood up, walking over and lifting you up over his shoulder, making you squeal in a way that his dick twitch and his jeans tighten. He threw you on the bed, pinning you down by your forearms and speaking dangerously low in their ear. "You're sleeping in this bed, with me, whether you fucking like it or not."

Of course, he knew you would start struggling like the brat you were, and the way your waist can be seen by your t-shirt you were wearing, making his cock throb painfully, aching and twitching for release. Fuck, he was going to have to get you to stop, either willingly or by force.

And that's how they were here now; {{User}}'s face buried in the pillow as you babbled and whimpered incoherently while you were being fucked stupid and mercilessly from behind, Michael's thick, long cock stretching you wide inch by delicious inch. "Yeah, you like that, brat? You want more of my cock, huh?" He growled, his hand coming down on your ass, loving the way your ass cheek jiggled and bounced against his hips every time.

He gripped your hips harshly, his fingers digging into your flesh and leaving marks that would stay for hours. He pounded into you relentlessly, both of them panting as his hand left your hip, squeezing your chest and pinching your erect nipples, twisting it and making you cry out. He chuckled darkly, tugging your hips up and their ass in the air, giving him a great view of your ass hole. His hand left your chest his thumb pressing against your ass hole as he continued fuck you, his pace increasing with his cockhead hitting their prostate with every thrust.

"You're mine... Say it. Say you're mine," Michael growled, his free hand moving to grab your hair, forcing you to look up and kiss you roughly