5SOS SMUT

Good Boy/Good Girl (M.C)

You jerked your head up as you heard faint moans across the room from you, seemingly coming from Michael’s computer. Looking over to Michael you saw tufts of his red hair poking out from behind his laptop screen which was balancing on his torso.

“Michael?” You asked in confusion.

You were both meant to be studying for finals, but it seemed as if Michael was a bit distracted. His headphones were plugged into the Macbook and he had adjusted his position on the couch so he was lying flat on his back, his body stretched out along the furniture. You grinned to yourself, from the angle you were at, curled up on the floor, you could see that Michael was definitely enjoying whatever he was looking at, a tent in his tight jeans growing visibly. A light bulb suddenly flashed in your head.

Porn.

Your boyfriend was watching porn three feet away from you, instead of studying. You rolled your eyes, honestly you should have expected this. You coughed loudly, trying to subtly alert Michael that you weren’t so oblivious as he thought, but he didn’t stir. A blush rose to your cheeks as you continued to listen to the frantic whimpers of the people in the movie. You felt a lump in your throat rise, you were slightly ashamed at how easily you were turned on at the noises. With a devious smirk you moved quickly, unzipping Michael’s trousers, almost bursting out with laughter as the boy remained completely unaware of your actions. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling, hearing Michael groan loudly as you slid his jeans down his pale legs, freeing his erection that was now only straining against the elastic fabric of his boxers.

“Y/N?” Michael croaked out, shutting his laptop to glance down nervously at you.

“I saw you had a bit of a situation,” You looked up at him with doe eyes, your stomach now almost laying across his lower legs as you positioned yourself to perch on the edge of the sofa, you began to run your fingers over the outline of his cock as he stared at you, “You were watching porn.”

Your voice had a tone of annoyance about it, that Michael picked up on instantly.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to distract you…” He mumbled weakly as you pulled down his underwear just enough to see his tip, you leaned down and licked it gently.

“But you did. And you know how I feel about porn baby boy.” You smirked as you heard Michael whimper, resembling the people you heard from his headphones not so long ago.

“Sorry. Fuck sorry!” He threw his head back, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, your nickname and teasing affecting him immensely.

“I think you deserve a little punishment baby.” You yanked down his boxers fully, revealing himself to you.

“Anything! I’ll do anything to please you, Mistress!” You blushed a little, his pet name for you sending a rush of wetness to your underwear.

“Anything?” You raised your eyebrow as you crawled over Michael’s body, bringing his lips to touch yours sweetly, silently slipping the laptop onto the floor as you got lost in the kiss.

“Mmmhm, anything Mistress.”

You restrained yourself from moaning as he whispered the name again.

“That’s my good boy.” You reached a hand down between your bodies, grabbing his length and pumping it slowly in your palm, enjoying watching Michael’s face scrunch up in ecstasy as you ran your thumb over the head of his cock.

“Mistress… I can’t…I want to taste you…” The flushed boy choked out.

“Say please.” You sternly replied.

“Please! Please Mistress!” He arched his back off the sofa as you began to massage his balls with your free hand.

“Of course baby.” You obliged willingly, quickly pulling your skirt and underwear off, kissing Michael once on the lips before positioning your core over his face, smiling to yourself.

69-ing was always fun with Michael, you knew he would try to take over now; and you would probably let him. As predicted, as soon as Michael’s mouth was in reach of your heat, his plump lips were attacking you. Licking, sucking, nibbling, he knew exactly how to work you, his tongue trailing over your folds expertly. But you had to focus on sucking Michael off, it was anyone’s game after this - the unspoken rule you two had:

Whoever cums first, subs after.

You were having far too much fun to stop domming now, and Michael’s nickname for you had your insides melting.

You took Michael into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat lightly. You felt his mouth disappear from behind you, and a strangled groan he obviously didn’t want you to hear. You let your lips drag across him, bobbing up and licking his sensitive tip, knowing that he was close, the prominent vein on the the underside of his cock being a dead giveaway. You traced it closely with your tongue, but let out a moan as Michael started sucking roughly on your clit, you heard a small chuckle from behind you, your boyfriend loving your reaction to him.

“Fuck.” You breathed on his length as you felt you legs beginning to buckle with the pleasure Michael was making course through your body.

You felt a familiar tightening in your lower abdomen, Michael’s tongue licking up your core. You used your thumb to rub over the sensitive head of Mikey’s cock, this always worked when you wanted or needed to get him off fast; Michael however didn’t want to cum fast today. You lurched forward as you felt two of Michael’s fingers push into you.

“No fair!” You stuttered, your legs quaking, struggling to hold yourself up as Michael’s tongue collected up the wetness dripping from his fingers.

“I never agreed to playing fair, princess.”

Oh no. He’d won. That particular name only came out when Michael was feeling dominant. And when Michael was feeling dominant, you orgasmed first, always.

“Fuck, fuck fuck! Mikey!” You whined as Michael tactfully curled his fingers in you, hitting the exact spot you needed to release.

You came hard on his fingers, panting loudly as he cleaned you up with his lips. You were just managing to shakily hold up your body up on your weak limbs.

“Turn to face me, princess.”

You nodded and obeyed Michael’s order automatically.

“You okay?” His green eyes connected with yours, full of genuine concern.

You simply nodded and smiled, connecting your lips with his.

“You remember our safe word right? ‘Red light’?” He checked.

You gulped.

“Y-yes.”

If Michael was asking about the safe word, you knew exactly what to expect. Michael instructed you to wait for him on the bed, sweeping the discarded piles of notes out the way. He disappeared into the bathroom, only to reappear a minute later. What he was holding make you sit up and clench your thighs together in excitement and anticipation.

“You left me with a hard on, that wasn’t very nice.” Michael spoke to you, but stayed in the doorframe of the en suite bathroom.

“I’m sorr-” You attempted an apology but he shushed you.

“Are you going to be good from now on?”

“Yes! Yes I promise.” Your voice got louder as Michael started to move towards you.

“I don’t believe you. But there is a way I can make sure you don’t misbehave…And will obey me.” Michael looked down at you, your position on the bed causing him to look like a giant.

“How?” You refrained from squealing in anticipation, you knew the answer.

Michael grinned at how fidgety you were, but kept in character, snapping the soft length of cord in his hands.

“Ropes, princess.”

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