Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Personal

Imagine that you have feelings for your best friend and he has a girlfriend but he always wears the necklace you gave him as kids...

You look at your friends behind you on stage and pull Brad aside to ask him something.
"Brad, can you do me a favour? I wanna sing Personal with you guys tonight. I, uhm, I invited someone and I need to tell him how I feel about him, you know? I just feel like if I don't do it now, I never will." you asked the curly haired brummie. He looked at you for a moment before responding. "Uh yea sure. But if it doesn't go as planned, we're here for you. Alright?" you nodded, squeezing him in a hug.

The nerves were kicking in as the time to perform neared and your best friend was sitting there and you felt like you weren't going to win this. You exhaled and stepped onto the dance floor, singing your verse, keeping eye contact with Michael.

You know how much I love it when you call me out
You see it in my eyes, the way they follow you around
'Cause yeah, I like the way you dance
You know I do, yeah I do
'Cause that's just you
I'm sick and tired of being friends
I'm sick and tired of being there
And I know if I never try
I'll be sick and tired of being sick and tired

He surprised you when he danced with you instead of Brad like you guys rehearsed. You looked up at him and smiled but it faded as soon as his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.

He leaned in and kissed you in front of everyone in the room and you kissed him back, not really knowing how to feel. He pulled away and slipped something in your hand but your head was playing that kiss on repeat and you didn't know why he left so suddenly.

You looked back at your idiot friends and attacked the brummie, practically tackling him to the ground as you hugged him. That night, you and the band grew closer and promised to collaborate again before leaving after getting your stuff.

You left the venue and saw him waiting for you at your car. You smiled and kept walking to him and went around the car to put your stuff in the trunk of the car and met Michael inside your car seeing that you unlocked it when you put your stuff away.

He looked at you but said nothing and you sped off to your apartment building. You exited the car, retrieved your stuff and made your way to the elevator. Pressing the button for your floor, you noticed that Michael still hadn't made a move to protest your actions.

Shrugging it off, you step off the elevator and head for your door and it was then that you saw him going into the penthouse across from you. He lives here?! This little shit!

You didn't make a big deal about it and changed into your lazy day clothes and resumed the last episode of The Boss Baby: Back In Business. The door was knocked on and you swing it open only to see Michael waiting for you in sweats and a tee. He smiled at you before he let himself in.

You huffed and closed the door behind him before joining him on the couch. The both of you argued over what to watch before you straddled his lap and pulled his head closer by his neck and he dropped the remote the moment your lips were on his.

You would have pulled away to watch your cartoons but you'd have wasted your time. You wondered why his kisses sent you into some kind of haze where it was only the two of you.

His kisses trailed down your jaw to your chest where he ripped the shitty fabric of your shirt apart so he could mark you everywhere on your beautiful body. You did the same to his shirt and practically races to the bedroom before the night was filled with every kind of fucking one could ever imagine