5 Seconds of Summer: Smuts & Blurbs

Smut - Michael Clifford : Diddly Boy

I'm starting to really like this Gatsby guy. Or at least the way he's portrayed. I would love to wander around his house.

An opened and immediately closed door signals my man is home. And judging by his "Babe, babe, babe, look what I got. You won't believe it"'s, I'm guessing he got something new to show me. Dammit, I was really into this book.

"Babe, look what I got today," he says excitedly.

He pulls a small box out of the white plastic bag. The name on doesn't sound familiar. And honestly, I don't know what it is. I look at Michael to tell me what it is.

"It's like a pair of glasses that you put on during gaming to make it more realistic. Like you're actually in the game. You don't even have to turn on the TV anymore. How awesome is that!"

"Okay, cool. So I guess you'll be testing it out, like right now?"

"You bet. This is gonna be so gosh darn diddly fun."

Next thing I know, I'm invisible to him. He starts his console, unpacks his new toy and starts it. And when he puts the glasses on, he realy can't see me anymore. Great, I've been waiting for him all afternoon to come home and spend some time together and what does he do? Exactley, he's playing video games.

I return my attention to Mr. Gatsby. But after a couple minutes of re-reading the same 3 sentences, I give up. I look at my fellow couch buddy. God, he looks sexy when his brows are furrowed together when he's concetrating. His mouth is slightly open and when the game doesn't do what he wants, little profanities slip his mouth. It makes me wanna bang him like a screen door during a hurricane.

I got an idea. He's basically blind to the realistic world, so he won't know what's happening. Not until it's too late, of course.

I get up from the couch and strip down to my underwear. I don't have to worry about sexy underwear or anything. Michael would still think of me as Aphrodite if I wore a burlap sack. I tie up my hair, because what I'm about to do requires a free sight. For me.

Since his legs are spread open wide, I don't have to push them apart. I softly get on my knees. I put my hands on his knees and my head on his leg. The sudden contact makes him jump.

"What are you doing, Y/N? My teammates need me," he says.

"You just keep playing and I'll do the rest," I softly purr.

He relaxes back into his previous position. My hands creep up on his legs while my head is just moving closer to his crotch. With my nose, I'm tracing the place I know he tugs his weener. By the time my hands reach his V-lines, I can see the slightly visible outline. I place small kisses on that area. Then I pull back back stradle him.

"Let's see if I can finally make you swear, my sweet angel," I whisper in his ear.

"Diddly it, Y/N. I don't wanna lose this round."

Too bad.

My right hand is on the side of his neck while the other one is rubbing circles on his V-line. My hips sway from side to side. My teeth scrape against his jawline down to his neck. Soft little kisses, followed by playfull bite marks. My body went from swaying to gently grinding onto him. The effect I'm having on him makes it even more fun. I can definitely feel him.

But only Michael is getting more turned on by the second, I myself am getting in a heated space right now. I pull back a little and only now notices his hard grip on his controller. His knuckles are turning white. But in a second the tight will be back again.

I zip open his pants, slide his boxer down a little, pull my hipster to the side and slowly slide down his cock. For a moment, I close my eyes to savor the feeling of being completely filled. When I open them again, I see his lips trembling a little from him being inside me. My hands go back to the back of his neck. And slightly tug on his colored hair. And then I start to slowly go up and down.

"Oh Y/N, this just feels so..."

"Shh, just keep playing your game, diddly boy."

My slow pace continues. And every now and then, I roll my hips to hit that little spot inside me. That's when Michael's breathing stops for a second or two. Not to mention that he also gently follows my moves, thursting up. His forehead is starting to sweat a little. And so am I. Even at this slow pace, when he's doing practically nothing, he's got me drawing close to an orgasm. And I'm loving every minute of it.

Suddenly, he throws off his new tech toy and controller and says: "Fuck, no teasing anymore, Y/N!"

His hands grab my hips start guiding them in a new way and faster pace. And it is amazing. I have to hold onto his shoulders to keep myself falling from the speed. And from losing myself when he hits that special spot. His grunting is pushing me closer. His hot breath against my chest. And that's when I'm starting to see stars. To feel like a errupting geyser source. Without warning, his body stiffens and his euphoria rolls over him.

I lay my head in the crook of his neck. Our breathing is rapid, but slowing down. His arms wrap themselves around me. I've found my little safe place in his arms.

"I'm sorry you lost your match," I whisper.

"Don't worry," he says, "We're a nogging flogging team, so we would've lost anyway."