Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Better With You (Hurting Pt 2)

You didn't know what to expect after getting that call. You rushed to his place only to get to his door and find it locked. You practically left a whirlwind in your bag as you tried to find your keys that had one of his. Thanking all the higher powers that ever existed, you walked through the door and found the alcohol wall of shame all over the living room floor.

You tiptoed around the shattered shards of glass and followed the faint and muffled sobs that got louder as you approached the bedroom. Your heart broke as you knocked on the door but got no response other than more sobs.

"Mikey? Babe? Can you please unlock the door for me? I just want you to know that I'm here for you, okay. I'll always be there for you but I can only do that if you let me in. I promise that this will stay between us. Just, let me in. Please?" you ask him as your voice shook and broke at the end. You let your body slide down the length of the door and sighed as you felt tears welling in your eyes.

The sound of the door being unlocked made your head shoot up as you scrambled to get in before he changed his mind. You burst through the door and scan the room. In the corner, you see him with his knees pulled to his chest and his hands shaking. You ran over to him and pulled his arms around you as you hugged him tight, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

After what felt like forever, he pulled his head up from your chest where it once laid comfortably and peered up at you. Feeling the movement, you look down at him. The red and puffy eyes dull as they looked at you. You were itching to ask him what was wrong but instead, you helped him up, seeing as he was reluctant to let go of you, and made your way to his bed. You pulled him towards you because you were laying against the edge of the bed.

You pulled him with you as you fell onto the bed, Michael hovering over you. You flipped the two of you over so now you were on top. You slowly tugged at his shirt but soon realized that he needed help taking it off because of his shaking hands. Pulling it up slowly, you examine him while doing so.

Your eyes traveled up and down his body as he removed the shirt once it covered his face. You didn't see any visible damage so you moved on and reached for his pants. You undid the button and zipper and he moaned so lowly that you almost didn't hear him. You tapped his thigh, wordlessly telling him to lift his hips and he did.

He watched as your breath hitched and he removed his pants with little to no difficulty regardless of the fact that you were sat in his lap and his dick was getting hard because you were in his lap. The blush that adorned your face reminded you that you were wearing a see through shirt with no undergarments beneath it. His hands made their way to your face and pulled you in for an intoxicating kiss.

You melted into the kiss and involuntarily grind against him. You were a bit surprised to find that he went commando but at that moment, it was the last thing you could care about. Your hands pulled at your shirt and he rips it off your body without breaking the kiss. You gasp as you feel him rubbing himself against your slick folds and without warning, he plunged into your love box with no mercy, forcing you ride him.

Hours went by and endless positions did as well before you felt like you had one last round in you. You flipped the both of you over, with you on top now, and spelt your name while you rode his dick. That trick alone made the both of you cum for the umpteenth time before you collapsed on his chest, with his dick still in you.

Whatever you had to talk about, it could wait a few more hours.

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Hi guys. Two in one day as promised. Idk what this was but I hope you enjoyed it. Send requests to me in the comments.

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