5SOS Smuts [[Requests open]]

Tour ([Michael])

You're driving home when someone calls you.

(A/N: js, you have Bluetooth in your car so it's hands free so no wrecks gonna happen here)

You look at the Caller ID on the screen. Michael. You press the answer call button on the steering wheel.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Um, hey, Y/N..."

"What do you need?"

"I need to tell you something. Its important."

"Can it wait until I get home? It'll only be about three minutes."

"Okay."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Okay, bye."

You pull into your driveway, parking your car. You enter your home, Michael sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees.

"What did you need to tell me?"

"Um, well... Y/N, I'm going on tour..."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because I didn't know earlier. My manager just called and told me a few hours ago."

"Michael," you say, a tear falling down your cheek.

"I don't want to leave you."

"Babe, you have to. The boys can't go without you. I'll find a way to survive without you, somehow."

"I don't want to leave you all by yourself, and my manager won't let me bring you with me."

"How long will you be gone and when are you leaving?"

"Six months and tomorrow morning."

"Why would they make it so soon? It isn't fair."

"I know what we can do."

"What?"

"We can make tonight worth it."

"Okay..."

"Wanna start now?"

"Sure?" He takes your hand, dragging you toward your bedroom.

He pushes you down on the bed, climbing on top of you.

You both quickly strip down.

Michael is quick to get going, already moving down your body, to your heat.

He licks up your slit, kissing your clit. He then thrusts his tongue into you multiple times. His tongue enters you hard and fast, building up your climax. You moan out his nickname during sex (daddy), coming into his mouth. He licks you clean.

He doesn't even give you time to recover when his long fingers enter you. He kisses your breasts, sucking hard. He moves up slightly, doing the same a few more times, still thrusting. He now kisses your mouth. You feel the familiar feeling within your stomach, moaning into his mouth, "Daddy." You come onto his fingers, then pulling out and he tells you to lick his fingers clean. You do so, sucking gently on his fingers. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them off on the sheets.

That must've been torture for him not being touched.

He then picks you up, bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. He puts you down gently, turning the water on high. A minute later, he turns the shower on, both of you stepping in. You let the water run down your back. He kisses you hard and needy, holding your hips in his hands.