5sos Imagines

Netflix M.C (Part 1)

"No we're not watching another pre-recording of a soccer game i refuse!" You protested snatching the remote from Michael.
Michael had invited you over just for the hell of it as usual. It was a friday night and neither of you had plans to go out. Correction, you both avoided making plans to go out so you could lounge around the house without a care. Being best friends with Michael was probably one of the best things ever. He literally didn't have a care in the world. All he wanted to do was sleep half the day, play video games and eat pizza. Which is basically what you did 99% of the time yourself. So it was no wonder why you were best friends.
But even best friends can get on each others nerves sometimes.
"Just one more. Please!" Michael begged.
"No, i told i'm fine playing Fifa but i really don't feel like rewatching another soccer game we've already watched, twice before." You groaned.
"Fine. Well what do you want to watch Mrs. Prissy Pants?" Michael huffed.
"I don't know just find something on Netflix." You said.
"Netflix?" He raised his eyebrows. "I'm not putting on some sappy chick flick [Y/N]."
"Put on a comedy or something moron." You rolled your eyes while taking a sip from your beer.
"Put on a comedy or something moron." He mimicked you, flicking through the movies.
"Shut up." You said pouncing on him. Your hands were placed on his shoulders and you both couldn't help but laugh.
"Down kitten, down." Michael laughed looking past you at the tv.
Your breath hitched in the back of your throat at his words. Even though Michael was your friend you still found him attractive and when he used pet names jokingly it fucked with you. You couldn't ever quite see you two dating in your mind but you could definitely see something. Like sexual favors for each other or something along those lines. But nothing like that had ever come up.
Laughing it off you climbed off his lap back to your spot on the couch. Pulling the blanket off the back of the couch you wrapped yourself up like a little burrito. Michael glanced over and laughed before setting the remote down on the table.
"How are we suppose to cuddle? My friend is now a life sized burrito." Mikey chuckled.
"Just get under the little flappy part!" You giggled.
Wiggling your bum you were able to scootch closer to him. He grabbed the extra corner of the blanket and joined you under it the best he could. This was how most of your friday nights went and neither of you had any problem with it.
About 15 minutes into the movie you stopped paying attention. Michael's hand had landed on your thigh after laughing and throwing his hands up and he had just left them where he landed. So your eyes were trained on his fingers not the movie. You weren't sure if he was doing it on purpose or if it was a subconscious thing but he kept continuously rubbing his thumb up and down your thigh.
Michael's little chuckles here and there made you smile but you weren't really sure what was even happening in the movie anymore. For that matter you hadn't really even paid attention to se what movie he had picked.
Soon enough your eyes grew heavy and you started nodding off. It was late but not that late so you figured a small nap would be good. Your neck had fallen in an awkward position, in which you just felt too lazy to move so you stayed that way. Mikey must've noticed because he reached over and adjusted your head for you a bit.
"I'm just gonna take a quick nap." You yawned.
"Okay [Y/N]." He smiled.
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You blinked your eyes a few times trying to clear your fuzzy vision. Looking at the clock under the TV you saw it was much later than you had intended to nap past. You were sure since it was 2:30am that Michael had probably fallen asleep. But you were wrong as ever.
"Fuck!" Michael groaned startling you. "[Y/N],"
Pushing the blanket down from in front of your eyes you saw Michael sitting up right. His pants were around his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his length. The little fucker was jacking off on the couch right next to you. You weren't really sure how to feel. You were embarrassed at seeing your best friends member but also wanted to laugh and at the same time wish you hadn't woken up.
"Mikey?" You mumbled.
"Jesus christ!" He screamed jumping at your words.
Quickly he scrambled to pull his pants up. Tripping as he stood he began jumping up and down trying his best to get them up. The tight jeans made it more difficult for him to get on. Even though it was hard to see his face in the dark you knew he was blushing and red as a firetruck. You couldn't help but laugh which only caused him to groan with embarrassment.
"Why the fuck are you jacking off out here?" You asked.
"I thought you were sleeping!" He huffed.
"Well i was. You weren't exactly being quiet." You giggled sitting up. Michael turned his head away refusing to look at you. "Mikey," you sighed. "Michael look at me." He froze at your words as you placed your hand on his cheek. "Mikey were you thinking about me?" Your throat suddenly felt dry.
Slowly he turned to face you. He subtly nodded yes not trusting his words. Your eyes had readjusted to the dark and you could see the regret in his eyes. His shirt was bunched up in his pants from the hustle of trying to get them back on. The bulge in his pants hard to ignore. You knew it must've been painful.
"Do you need... Like help?" You asked.
"W-What?" He stuttered.
"Do you want me to like ya know," you gestured with your hands.
"Give me a blow job?" He asked.
"I mean i guess..." You blushed instantly regretting your offer.
Michael grabbed you by your hips bringing you onto his lap. You could feel his member pressing on the inside of your thigh. Suddenly you became aware of the ache between your own legs. His hands cupped your cheeks, lightly brushing his thumb over your cheek. His eyes seeming to be scanning yours for reassurance.
"I'm the biggest dick of a friend." He muttered.
"No you're not." You breathed out shakily. "A little annoying but not a dick." You laughed.
"Are you sure you're okay with us, ya know?"
"I mean i would be lying if i said i never thought about it."
"I really like you [Y/N]."
Now you froze.
"What?" You asked.
"I like you but i totally get it if you don't like me back." He said.
"I don't really know how i feel about you - and i, like that..." You mumbled. "But i do know i really want to kiss you."
With no hesitation Michael pulled you into a kiss. It was soft and slow at first. Your lips moving against each other felt, different than you had expected. Tangling your fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck you pulled his closer deepening the kiss. A small moan escaped your lips while Michael squeezed your bum lightly. He took the opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of mint and pizza which made you giggle internally.
Your tongue sliding across Michael's gave you an unexpected thrill. The feel of his warm tongue against yours sent chills down your spine. Sooner than you had hoped he pulled back. Taking your bottom lip between his teeth lightly tugging on it as he sat back.
"Holy shit." You whispered.
Your hands trailed down his clothed chest to the button on his jeans. Michael glanced between your hands and face smiling softly. Standing up you pulled off his pants and tossed them to the side. You were now face to face with his painfully hard member that had a bright red tip.
"Are you sure you're oka- fuck." He threw his head back as you kissed his tip, swirling your tongue around it.
"Yes." You smirked.
You glanced up to see his face contorted with pleasure. Placing your hands on his thighs you slowly slid down his length as much as you could. He moaned loudly letting your name roll off his tongue. It sent an ache to your core making you close your legs tight together.
Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head faster only earning more moans. Pulling off with a pop you smirked devilishly up at your bright haired friend. Mikey's eyes opened meeting yours. With his now full attention you looked him right in the eyes and began kitten licking his slit. You wanted to push him, you wanted him to give you another pet name.
"Fuck kitten." He hissed.
Goal achieved.
Moaning on his tip he shuttered under you. Taking him in your hand you started pumping his length quickly before sucking his balls into your mouth.
"I-i'm so close!" He cried. "S-stop! Wait!" He panted.
Grabbing your hair he pulled you off his hard twitching length. His chest was heaving and you could see the sweat forming over his pale skin. He smiled lazily before pulling you close.
"This could be fun for both of us." He cocked his head to the side. Slowly he trailed his hand down your front feeling the wet spot on your leggings. "You're so wet for me baby."
"What are you thinking Clifford?" You asked challengingly.
With no warning he pulled your leggings and underwear down letting them pool at your ankles. Stepping out of them you kicked them to the side with his. He grabbed your hips pulling you close, your heat right in his face. His breath fanned over your wet heat causing you to whine. He placed a kiss just above your slit making you squirm.
Michael laid down on the couch and motioned you over to him with his hands. Climbing on top of him you positioned yourself over his mouth and began pumping him again.
"Best fucking idea ever." Michael mumbled before licking a stripe up your core.
"Oh my god." You whimpered before putting his cock back in your mouth.
"You're such a dirty little kitten, with your dripping pussy and the way you're sucking my cock." He muttered against your clit. Sucking on it causing you to buck your hips on his tongue desperately.
"Michael," you moaned. Starting to find it hard to keep his member in your mouth because all you wanted to do was moan.
"Come on kitten 69 is suppose to benefit both of us." He whined.
Something inside you clicked at his words and you began bobbing your head quickly. The head of his cock brushed against the inside of your cheek, every now and then it would hit the back of your throat. Gagging you slightly which wasn't a problem. Michael's animalistic moans were like music to your ears and you could happily listen all day.
Your legs began trembling and closing around his head but he kept your legs spread easily. His hands gripped firmly to your thighs. He licked and slurped at your juices only coaxing you more by occasionally rubbing your clit.
"I'm so close [Y/N]." He groaned. "Just a little more, please!" He begged. Squeezing his balls lightly you felt him release down your throat. His warm load easily sliding down your throat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" He cried while you sucked harshly on his tip making sure to get it all. "You're such a good kitten."
"M-Michael." You whimpered twisting your body down onto his face.
You gripped his thighs tightly. Sure enough there was going to be little crescent moon marks on his skin later. Bucking your hips quickly you felt your body start to go over the edge. You were thrown into a complete state of euphoria as Michael pressed his thumb to your clit rubbing little circles.
"O-o-oh my, oh my god Mikey!" You cried.
He dipped his tongue into your pulsing entrance collecting all your arousal on his tongue. Your moans and heavy pants just made him chuckle. He didn't let up until he was sure you were clean. Your body collapsed on top of his as your breathing was still erratic. After a few moments he helped you turn and face him.
"That was fucking amazing." He chuckled pecking your lips. "We need to do that again it was fucking hot."
"Maybe in the morning i'm really tired now." You laughed.
"Maybe every weekend." He winked.
"We'll see, Clifford."