5sos Imagines

Bryarville Academy M.C (Part 2)

It was four days into your Spring Break on campus, and the days had been the opposite to what you expected. Although you still had more than a week left, you suddenly realized you dreaded the moment it would end.
After your "encounter" with Michael in the library, you had become inseparable. You would eat your meals together and scheme ways to mess with the staff. On one occasion the pair of you had succeeded in sneaking laxatives into the cafeteria coffee and it was an understatement if you said that it was the funniest reaction you had ever witnessed.
Your sexual rendezvous hadn't become any less riskier than before. To name a few, he'd eaten you out between the bushes in the quad, or when you sucked him off in the boys locker room. In short, a nearly empty campus, provided endless possibilities. It amused you that in post coital bliss, Michael had admitted that although he thought you were beautiful in your street clothes, he was actually more aroused when you wore your uniform. After that, you made sure to wear your best tailored plaid skirt around him.
In the back of your mind, you hoped it wasn't just because you were the only other student at the academy. You smiled and laid on your bed, buried in your duvet, thinking about Michael's late visit the night before.

***

You spread out your books on your desk, preparing for an all nighter to complete your Spring Break homework and get it out of your way. Your hair was tied up into a messy bun and you had your glasses on, since your contacts had already been removed. Nirvana blasted from the speakers atop your desk and your fingers strummed along with the beat of the drums. A World History textbook lay open on your desk, your goal being to at least get through two chapters.
Your mind lost itself in the words, making sure to scribble notes now and then. You were so focused on the words that you didn't notice the faint knocking on the window behind you. The music stopped and the now evident vigorous knocking nearly made you jump out of your skin. You whirled around in your chair and your face paled when you saw Michael on the other side of your window.
"Oh my God. Michael???" You ran to the other side of your room and swiftly opened the window. "How the hell did you get up here? This is the second floor! Are you sure the RA didn't see you??"
"Well there's a tree near your window, so I climbed it." He smirked, "Your reaction was the best thing ever. Are you sure you didn't piss yourself?" Michael teased.
You laughed and playfully slapped his chest, "You're fucking crazy, you know that right?" He took advantage of your close proximity to cup your face.
"But you like it, don't you?" He kissed your lips, and suddenly the only thing that existed was the two of you. A small whine escaped your lips when he disconnected his lips from yours, "Y/N I didn't know you wore glasses hahaha." before you could reproach his comment, you noticed his eyes focus on something behind you. He let go of your face and chuckled, "So you were studying. Aren't you a studious minx?"
"Got a problem?" You crossed your arms across your chest, unintentionally emphasizing your cleavage in your pajama cami.
"No, in fact, the opposite of one." he glanced at your chest. "I wouldn't want to come in between you and your studying." He walked over to your desk and sat down in your chair in front of your books. He patting his lap, signaling for you to sit on him. You looked at him quizzically to which he responded, "C'mon don't you have some studying to do?"
You shrugged and sat down on his lap. You were wearing a pair of very short pajama shorts, and the close contact of your behind against him, caused a shiver to go down your spine. You recognized where this was going, and it made a warmth flow between your thighs.
"Y/N, I thought you were studying?" You nodded vigorously, and he put his hand on your thigh. "Why don't you read out loud for me?" He whispered in you ear.
You brought your attention to the book in front of you. The chapter you started was on World War II. With a shakey voice, you began to read to small text.
"The Empire of Japan aimed to dominate Asia and the Pacific and was already at war with the Republic of China in 1937, but the world war is generally said to have begun on 1 September 1939..."
A couple minute pass of you reading aloud, your breath becoming more shallow as Micheal rubbed up and down the inside of your thighs, without touching where you wanted him most.
"The United Kingdom and the British Commonwealth were the only Allied forces continuing the fight against the Axis, with campaigns in North Africa and the Horn of Africa as well as the long-running Battle of the At- Ahh." Your reading was interrupted when he roughly cupped your sex, and rubbed you through your shorts. "Ahh, shit" You moaned when he crawled his deft finger under your waistband, and using his other hand to spread you legs farther apart. He brought his soft lips to the back of your neck and began to suck tentatively. He's barely even touched you but you were overwhelmed with emotion, he pinched your clit and you let out a yelp. His fingers stilled.
"I didnt say you could stop reading." his voice was a low rumble. "Don't doubt that I'll just stop now. Read." In the back of your mind you were annoyed with his bossiness, but at that point, you'd do anything for him to touch you.
"T-The Axis advance halted in 19- 1942 when Japan lost the c-ccritical Battle of Midway, near Ha- Ahh- waii.." You stuttered as he rubbed figure eights onto your swollen bundle of nerves. His groin directly under you made you grind your ass against him, almost involuntarily.
"In - oh yes- 1943, with a-uh series of g-g-German defeats on the Eastern Front, the Allied invasionnm of Ittaly whi-" Your voice caught short in your throat when you he put his other hand into your shorts, and plunged a finger into your entrance. "Mich-michael, I can't" you pleaded, hoping he'd understand that she couldn't possible focus on another word.
He nibbled at your earlobe, you felt his growing erection against your bottom. You smiled at the realization that he was just as turned on as you were.
"C'mon Y/N, one more sentence." He groaned, pumping two fingers so hard into you that it caused your ass to rub against his clothed cock with every thrust of his fingers.
"Fuck. fuck. Which- which brought about Italian surrender- ahh Michael- a-and Allied victories in the Pacific, the Ahh-xis lost the initiative and undertook strategic ret-retrreat on all fro- fUCK!"
His fingers rubbed roughly at your clit, as well as taping and flicking fervently. His finger curled inside of you, grazing your gspot. Without warning your vagina spasmed around his fingers. You could hear the faint sound your wetness made, as he thrust his fingers faster to milk your orgasm.
"Fuck, Y/N." he groaned.
"M-Michael, YeA- YES!" You collapsed forward onto your desk, laying your head against your open textbook and breathing heavily.
Before you could even catch your breath, he roughly picked you up and carried you to your bed. Still in a daze of pleasure, he helped your remove your cami and shorts while at the same time, taking off his own clothes.
You looked up at him and admired his dilated green eyes. His cheeks were blushing with exertion and your realized your were still wearing you glasses. You reached up to take them off, but he grabbed your wrist.
"Keep them on, I like them," Once you were both naked, he hungrily sucked at your chest in nipples. One particularly hard bite on your nipple, made you arch your back off the bed.
He didn't waste any time in spreading your thighs and pushing into your wet core. In your aroused haze, you realized that this was the first time you'd had sex with him in this position, as well as the first time on a bed. It was far more intimate, to watch eachother's faces contort in indescribable pleasure. He leaned down and kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth in time with his thrusts.
His cock grazed every crevice of your vagina, and your eyes nearly began to water when he hit a particular sweet spot. You clenched around him with every roll of his hips. He rested his forehead against yours and whispered
"I'm close Y/N. So fucking close." He reached a hand past your head to grab the headboard for support. Using your headboard as a fulcrum, he thrusted even harder and deeper into you. The entire bed shook with his thrusts as he fucked you into your mattress. He brought his hand to your clit and rubbed furiously, your name spilling from his parted lips.
"I'm cumming. fuck. Please Michael, cum inside me." Both of you came together in complete unison and the ecstasy you felt was beyond description. A sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies as he laid down beside you.
***
You snuggled deeper into your blankets, knowing that Michael would come see you soon, anxiously awaiting his presence.