Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Stuck*

Imagine that you're stuck in an elevator with him.....

It was time for you to leave the office and go home to your boyfriend who decided that it was a great idea to have a dinner date at the worst possible place in the world - Burger King and it was just because of the unlimited refills. Rolling your eyes in frustration, you pack your things and make sure you haven't left anything behind. Satisfied with the fact that you are leaving work to go home for the weekend, a smile makes its way to your face before you run into the person holding the elevator for you. He looked like heaven and that was just his face. His outfit suited him well. You shook your head and thanked the stranger who smiled in return and told you his name was Michael. You told him yours as well, smiling.

You and elevator buddy were deep in conversation when you noticed that you weren't moving at all, suddenly going completely silent. Michael looked over at you, seeing as you were saying so your boyfriend and his stupid Burger King date. The look you gave him stopped his contagious laughter from carrying on because he became aware of the terror that flooded your face.

His arms and body weren't scared or anything in the slightest. You knew this because he was holding you close to him and trying to comfort you because neither of you knew how long you'd be stuck in the elevator. He distracted you by asking you questions about anything under the sun and slowly but surely, you became the you that he was used to in the short time that he'd known you. You hugged him back, finding an overwhelming sense of emotion flood your system and you thanked all the higher powers you believed in for Michael holding you tight because your knees were weak from what you were feeling.

6 hours later....

Michael sat himself down on the floor and noticed that you were asleep. Chuckling to himself, he covered your shivering body with his coat from his photoshoot earlier that day. A soft smile graced his lips as he watched you snuggle into his warm chest and in that moment, he knew that you had snuggled your way into his heart and it seemed like the tall male had already fallen in love with the female that made him smile brighter just hearing her voice. These feelings scared the living shit out of Michael and he didn't know why this happened now. When he was mending his heart after losing the woman he was going to have a child with to some guy that she'd cheated on Michael with. Turns out, the child is the other guy's. Hell, he wanted to marry her but she wasn't the one for him.

Michael shook his head, trying to forget the painful memories of her. You wake up to soft and silent sobs coming from Michael and reach your hand up to make him face yours. Silence was the only thing the both of you needed. You inched forward to wipe his tears and you kissed him, completely forgetting about your idiot boyfriend. His breath shook as he kissed you back and pulled you closer. Your arms went around his neck staying there as he deepened the intensifying kiss.

His cold hands moved under your pencil skirt, feeling the warm flesh of your thighs and the sudden contrast in temperature let a soft moan escape your body. Feeling around for the buttons on your shirt, you move his hands from under your skirt and guide them over your ass to the hem of your shirt, gesturing for him to get rid of the material without breaking the heated kiss.

His lips moved from yours to your neck and marked his territory, becoming more aggressive as the sinful moans coming from you spurred him on, carrying on with his mission to show you how you should be treated. His hands gripped the sides of your shirt and the harsh sound of fabric being ripped to shreds at the hands of this man should have made you mad but you didn't have tine to be mad because he made it up to you as his dark eyes followed your own eyes as y out ur hands made quick movements with removing his shirt that stayed in one piece, unlike yours. Michael made a move to get rid of your bra, doing the same thing he did to your shirt before you could protest.