Your Pov

"Michael. You're late." the teacher said as she turned to the door.

"Be glad I even came." the purple haired boy said. He walked to the seat right behind me and as he did, he dropped my notebook.

"Detention Mr. Clifford." the teacher said as he walked by.

"Hey," I said and he looked at me. He was extremely attractive, but I wouldn't go after him. "You dropped my books,"

"Pick them up," he said as he took the seat behind me. "They're your books."

"But you dropped them." I pointed out. "Since it's your fault they're on the floor, you have to pick them up."

"Not my books, not my problem." he said and kicked back in his chair. His arms folded behind his head and his eyes on me, like he was waiting for me to say something back.

"What-"

"Miranda. Talking in class? Detention for you too," the teacher said and I groaned.

"Don't I at least get a warning?" I asked her.

"Back talking a teacher," she said as she filed out my detention slip. I rolled my eyes and she put the slip on my desk. Wow.

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The bell rang and I sat in my desk, my head down. God damn Michael. If he would have picked up my books, since he knocked them down, we wouldn't be in this mess.

"Okay you two, I have things to do. You may leave in one hour. If I hear you left earlier, you will get another detention." she said and left. Why doesn't she just stay? Damn, teachers are so difficult.

"So, Miranda," Michael said and I looked at him. "We're alone, what do you wanna do?" he asked, with a wink.

"You can play with as many girls as you want, but I'm not gonna be one of them." I said and turned around. A few seconds later, I felt someone push all my hair to one side. "Michael, stop."

"I know you want me," he whispered in my ear. He kissed right under it and down to my neck. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"N-No I don't," I said. He took his lips off of my neck and looked at me. I turned to look at him and he had a smirk on his lips.

"Aw babe, you're stuttering." he said and pushed our foreheads together. "I wonder if you'll scream next," he said and slammed his lips against mine.

I don't know what possessed me to kiss back but I did. Shocking both me and him. His lip ring feeling so amazing against my lip. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged on it a bit. I let out a small moan and he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I gasped and pulled away, Michael looking confused. "You have a tongue piercing?" I asked and he stuck his tongue out. There it was, a little black stud in the middle of his tongue.

"Yeah," he said. "Do you know why?" he asked and I shook my head. "Because it drives girls crazy when I eat them out." he said and I bit my lip. Wow, imagine that...

He backed up and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from my seat. He walked forward, making me sit on my desk. "If you don't want me just tell me to stop," he said, knowing full well I couldn't tell him to stop.

He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. He smirked at my red bra, which I'm guessing he likes. "This looks amazing on you, but you'd look a lot better with it off." he said and unclipped it. I took it off of my shoulders and dropped it on the floor.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. He swirled his toungue around it and I moaned. I put my hands in my hair and tugged on it. He pushed his tongue piercing against it and I moaned a bit louder.

"Michael," I moaned. He took his mouth off of it and did the same to my other one. He looked at me, his green eyes staring at me as he did. He winked at me and took his mouth off of it.

He got up and played with the waistband of my skirt. "We need to take this off,"

I stood up and pulled my skirt down for him. He watched as I stepped out of it and kicked it somewhere else. "I get to take these off," he said as he stepped forward. He looped his index finger under the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down.

"You're so beautiful," he said as I stepped out of them. He sat me back down on my desk and I shivered as the cold wood hit my bottom. "And you're all mine," he said as he got on his knees.

He kissed up my thighs, making sure he doesn't touch where I need him most. He finally put his mouth on my folds, licking it slowly. His tongue piercing slipping past them.

He sucked on my clit, using the tip of his tongue to circle it. I gasped and grabbed his hair in my hands. He stopped circling it and dipped his tongue inside of me. I moaned out his name and he hummed against me.

He thrusted his tongue in and out of me, his tongue piercing pushing against my walls. "Oh my god Michael," I moaned loudly. He used his thumb and rubbed my clit slowly.

I pushed his head even closer to me and he dug his tongue in deeper. His tongue piercing still rubbing against my walls, making it thousands of times better. He was so fucking right when he said it drives girls crazy. He pulled his tongue out and sucked on my clit this time. Swirling his tongue around it.

He moved his tongue in a circular motion as he pushed it against the sensitive nub. He went even faster and I felt my stomach tighten. He once again hummed against me and I moaned. I felt my high come and I half moaned/half screamed his name out as I came. Thank god for the thick ass school doors.

"Oh babe, you're too loud." Michael said as he removed his head from between my legs. He got up and licked his lips while looking at me.

"Am I?" I asked and he nodded.

"But don't worry, I know how to keep you quiet." he said as he shrugged off his leather jacket. He had a smirk on his lips and a tent in his tight black jeans. His arms were full of tattoos and it was quite hot. He pulled off his black tank-top and surprisingly he didn't have any on his chest or stomach.

He took his skinny jeans off and kicked them off.

I got down from the table and got on my knees, not caring that the floor was dirty. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped it a few times. I brought my mouth towards him and his breathing hitched in his throat. I put the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it and sucked on it.

"Fuck," he swore. I slowly took more of him into my mouth and sucked. He put his hand in my hair, pulling on it lightly. I pumped what I could fit in my mouth and he let out mumbles and moans containing every swear word ever made.

I bobbed my head up and down, and hummed around him. He groaned loudly and pushed my head doan even further. I choked on him and he quickly stopped. I pulled my head up and looked up at him. He had his head thrown back and I'm assuming his eyes were shut.

I pulled my head up a bit and swirled my tongue around him. He tugged on my hair and I got the idea. I bobbed my head up and down again, and he moaned. Hell, he's probably louder than I was. I'm surprised the teacher hasn't caught us. Wait, forget I thought that, no need to jinx this moment.

"I'm so close," he moaned and took untangled his hand from my hair. I continued sucking him off and he was stuttering and groaning loudly. Swears along with my name falling from his lips.

"Goddammit Miranda, stop before I-before I cu.m," he said and I pulled my head off. I got up from my knees and he looked at me, a smirk on his lips. It's like all he knows is how to smirk. He turned me around and bent me over the desk. I hissed as the cold surfsce came in contact with my bare skin again.

"Detention huh?" Michael whispered into my ear. "Bad girl," he whispered again. I felt him rub his tip along my slit, teasing me.

"Michael, please," I said and I heard him chuckle.

"Please what babe?" he asked me, still teasing me.

"Please just-Please just fuck me," I said. I don't care how needy I sounded, I don't care what happens tomorrow. I need him now.

"If you insist." he said and slammed himself into me. I let out a loud yell of 'fuck', not expecting the sudden movement.

"God, you're so tight." he groaned out. He gripped my hips and thrusted into me. I moaned out his name along with many incoherent words.

"Fuck Michael," I moaned. I could hear him groaning and moaning to himself, swears and my name. He leaned over me and turned my head. He kissed me and I kissed back.

"God you're so amazing," he mumbled against my lips. I pulled away and threw my head back and moaned loudly. Michael put his hand over my mouth and muffled my moans this time.

"Shh. You're very loud," he said and I nodded. He kept one hand on my mouth and the other on my hip. I let out a small scream as I felt him hit that one spot in me, but again it vame out muffled.

"I got it didn't I?" he asked and I nodded. He aimed his hips there and I was a moaning mess. Well, a bigger mess than before.

I lifted myself on my forearms and pushed down against Michael. He moaned and I kept doing that. I kept pushing myself down on him and he squeezed my hip. His fingers probably leaving marks in the morning.

I felt the knot in my stomach tighten and my walls clench around him. He let out a groan and I let out a small scream as I came. He pushed his hand even harder against my mouth, making sure it didn't come out too loud. Because even though it was muffled, it was a bit loud.

"Fuck, I'm so close now too," he moaned and I nodded. He thrusted a few more times into me before he pulled out. I turned around and he was pumping himself. I moved his hand and did it myself. He let out a loud groan as he came in my hand.

"What-What happened to you didn't want me?" he asked after and I licked my hand clean. His breathing was coming out in pants and so was mine.

"What happened was you put me under your spell." I said and he nodded.

"And I'm glad you're under it. Not just for this, but for other reasons." he said and kissed me. I kissed him back and then pulled away and pushed him away.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked and he pulled me close to him again.

"Go out with me?" he asked and I smiled. I nodded and he kissed me. I kissed back but then I remembered the teacher could walk in at any second.

"Shit, we're still at school." I said and picked up my clothes from the floor. He chuckled and did the same.

I put my skirt on and he put his skinny jeans on. I clipped my bra on and when I was about to put my shirt on I heard a gasp. I slowly turned around and there was the teacher, staring st us wide eyed.

"My god," she mumbled. Her hair was messy, her lips were swollen, and her shirt was unbuttoned a bit.

"Don't tell on us, we won't tell on you." Michael said as he pulled his shirt on. She blushed, and nodded. She walked out of the classtoom and I chuckled.

"We weren't the only ones who had fun during detention," he said and I nodded.

So this is for randinicolestyles and I hope you like it. I tried and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. It's late and I didn't want to make you mad by taking very long. Again, I hope you like it. :)