5 Seconds Of Summer (5SOS) Imagines & One Shots

The Wedding Night [REQUESTED]

Okay Taylah I am so sorry this took so long to publish I literally have had no free time 🙈 but here goes:

@sparks_fly_2003

Your heart is racing, pumping so hard in your chest you're sure everyone who is packed into the small church can hear it. You and Michael decided to have a smaller wedding for close family and friends.

You take one deep breath and your dad takes your hand.

"You look beautiful, ready?" Your dad smiles and you nod, placing your shaking hand in his.

You stand in front of the closed doors and hear the organ start to play. The tune is so familiar you begin to hum along. Suddenly the doors are wide open and your heart and stomach do flips double time. You grip your dad's hand tighter and he gives you a reassuring squeeze as you take one step forward. You focus on placing one foot in front of the other while holding your bouquet and your dad's hand. You glance up and your heart stops. His hair is red because he couldn't resist a colour that represents love on your big day. His suit is tailored to fit perfectly, outlining his sculpted shoulders and slim waist. He's been working out for you even though you insist you love him the way he is. You can tell he's been at the gym while he's on tour as his shoulders are broader. He turns slightly and your eyes lock.

His green eyes wander over your floor length gown, it's ivory with subtle glittery threads embroidered through it. He smiles which reaches his ears and you take his hand as your dad walks away. The vicar begins to speak and you have to force yourself to break away from his gaze.

"So do you Michael Gordon Clifford take Y/M/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The vicar says and there is silence in the church.

He turns to look at you, really look at you. His eyes bore into your soul and you watch as his lips move to say the words you're dying to hear.

"I do."

The church erupts in claps, cheers and whoops as Michael leans down to kiss you, ignoring the vicar's words. Your lips connect and your hand immediately weaves into his cherry red hair. Your heart flutters as you pull away and he whispers in your ear.

"Later baby."

***

The reception goes fast, Michael never leaving your side, never letting go of you. Even if he just has his hand resting on the small of your back or gripping your own hand.

The guests slowly begin to leave for their rooms and you and Michael excuse yourselves, thanking the hotel staff for all their hard work.

As soon as you're out of the room Michael grabs your waist, spins you around and attacks you with his lips. You gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your open mouth. The kiss is passionate, hearts racing, lips moving in sync.

You pull away breathily.

"Let's at least try and get to our hotel room." You whisper.

"No promises Mrs Clifford." Michael winks and your heart squeezes in excitement. The way the words roll of his tongue like they're meant to be makes your stomach twist and your panties damp.

Michael scoops you up bridle style and kisses your mouth again at each corner. His tongue traces over your lips before gently kissing the swollen skin. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and tug gently. His eyes darken and he strides towards the lift with his long legs.

"God I love you Taylah." He whispers.

Michael presses the lift button and you gently caress his cheek with the back of your hand, feeling his 5 o'clock shadow graze against your fingers.

The lift doors ding and open and Michael carries you inside before putting you down. The door slide shut and he pushes you up against the lift wall. Michael grinds his hips into yours and attacks your neck with his lips, sucking, nibbling and licking. You groan as you can feel his hard on through his tailored trousers.

The doors open again and he practically shoves you into the corridor. He fumbles in his pocket for the hotel key before swiping it against the lock and pushing the door open. You step in and he grabs your waist.

"Your dress is really very beautiful, but I really think I'd like what's underneath." Michael growls and you giggle.

"Whatever you say Mr Clifford." You giggle and Michael's eyes immediately darken, his hands wander to the zip at the back of the dress and he guides it down your back, brushes his knuckles against your bare spine. You shiver as the dress pools at your feet. Michael offers you a hand as you step out of the dress. He tugs on your hand and you fall into him. He scoops you up and places you on the bed. You're wearing nothing but you're strapless bra and your tiny panties.

"I think you're wearing a few too many clothes Mr Clifford." You say seductively and he bites his lip as you kneel up on the bed. You gently graze your fingers over his shoulders as you slowly slide his jacket off his shoulders, down his arms and onto the floor. It hits the floor with a thump and you begin to unbutton Michael's shirt. You're going agonisingly slowly and Michael becomes impatient.

"Taylahhhh" he whines, dragging out the last vowel. You giggle before getting bored of your own teasing and ripping off the rest of Michael's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Michael raises an eyebrow but pushes you back as you fumble with his belt buckle. His chest is toned, the beginnings of abs showing.

"God I cannot believe I get to spend everyday of my life with you." Michael mumbles as he kisses your neck, biting harshly before kissing the skin better. You moan and manage to unzip his trousers before tugging them off him along with his boxers.

There's no time for foreplay as Michael pins you down with his hands on your wrists as he hovers over you. He looks you straight in the eye.

"I'm so happy I met you Taylah, you have no fucking idea how happy you make me."

"Then show me." You whisper and he needs no other encouragement. Michael tugs your panties down and unclasps your bra with swift movements. He gently kisses your neck as he thrusts into you, filling you up completely.

He groans before slowly pulling out, until only his tip is inside you and thrusting back in. Usually sex with Michael was about racing each other to your orgasm. Which you loved but this sex is passionate and you know it is taking Michael everything not to pound into you until your hips have bruises.

"Faster." You demand and Michael looks at you for confirmation before thrusting in faster. You begin to feel the knot forming in your stomach as his tip brushes your g-spot each time.

"F-fuck Michael I'm going to come!" You can barely breathe as Michael thrusts harder, pushing you closer and closer. Your body tightens and Michael groans as you clench around him.

"Do that again baby." He breathes out and you do it. Suddenly your orgasm washes over you and this triggers off Michael's. You both groan and Michael kisses your mouth, swallowing the animalistic noises that are coming out of your mouth.

Michael pulls out of you gently and kisses your now sticky forehead.

"Thank you." You whisper and he rolls over before wrapping his arms around your waist.

"No thank you Mrs Clifford."

I'm really sorry if this sucked Taylah 🙈😘