5SOS SMUTT

DARK SIDE OF THE MOON - (Michael Imagine)

(A/N) So this is a request from my bestie, don't worry - I'm not going to mention your real name @mgc_girl16 ...
I just had to use this title for the book....
The next chapter that I write will most likely be a Luke one. I need to write one.....
She asked for it to be twisted (in a kinky manor) - so let's see if I can do this!
I apologize to Mikey if he ever does read this - this is going to be fûcked up...

...You've been warned...

*Dominance*
*Hand-Job*

[Car Ride]

"Babe," your boyfriend Michael glances from the road over to you, then back to the road.
"Yeah?" you ask with a smile. Even though it's been six months, it still warms your heart to hear him call you that. It makes you feel loved, like really loved.
"I'm gonna pull over right up here," he informs you.
"Okay?" You laugh awkwardly.
He drives on for about a minute then pulls off to the side of the road. This road - it looks creepy, like majorly creepy. There's no one around, and you haven't seen anyone for what seems to be an hour.
For clarification - you and Michael live in an apartment on the outskirts of town. Somewhere in the middle of being the city and being the suburb. It's confusing.
You're about ten minutes away from home, and you don't know why he pulled over here. If he needs to pee, you're pretty sure that he could hold it for another ten minutes.
He looks over to you with a sheepish smile on his pale face, his blonde hair slowly sneaking across his forehead.
"I wanna try something different," he says shyly. You wonder why he would be shy. You two have known each other for a while now.
You furrow your brows, him then noticing your confusion.
"Like sexually different," he clarifies.
"Um, we should stick with the rubbers, babe. We don't need a kid," you laugh.
"No, I mean like roles," he says suggestively.
"Um, I'm not a guy, Mikey."
He laughs shaking his head,
"Like a game."
You laugh at how it took you so long to understand what he meant, "oh..."
He unbuckles his seat belt, then leaning over to kiss you.
His slightly chapped lips against your soft ones is enough to send you into eternal bliss. He is amazing to you, just as you are to him.
His tongue gently pushes at your bottem lip, asking for entrance - you then letting it in.
His tongue gently runs across yours before you begin to run yours against his. You continue to fight for dominance, him winning.
He starts to kiss an invisible line down your cheek bone and to the crook in your neck - your sweet spot.
"Just bluntly object to anything you don't wanna do," he whispers against your skin before gently biting onto it.
You whimper at the sensation of the love bite before answering in a soft voice, "okay."
He pulls away, leaning back in his seat.
You take off your seat belt, waiting for his next move.
"I want to feel your touch," he says raspily, his eyes locked onto yours.
You trace your palm down from his face, to his chest, down his tiny stomach, and then to his hips.
His breathing heavies as you unbotton his jeans, then sliding a hand down his boxers.
You gently run your hand down his member to the tip, gently pressing at the sensitive yet stiffened skin.
You run your finger in a soft circle, causing his member to slightly heaten up.
"You're teasing," he warns.
You gently grab onto his length, gingerly pumping him.
His head leans back against the car seat, his eyes squeezed shut.
"This is what you wanted?" You ask in a soft, sweet voice.
"This and more, when we get home," he breathes out unevenly.
It makes you feel amazing that you can get him all worked up like this. Just a few simple touches, and he's putty in your hands - even when he's trying to be dominate.
But you can't say much - the same goes for him. When you're trying to act all big and bad, just one touch and you fall straight back into his arms. Every time, for both of you. This makes you realize just how much the both of you mean to each other.
You start to quicken your pace, adding a bit more flick to your wrist.
"I love you, Mikey," you say softly.
"It's so hot when you talk," he says shakily.
"I love you, too, (y/n)," he adds.
You slightly tighten your grip on him, managing to keep up the speed.
"Oh shït," he grips at your leg.
"I'm gonna cüm."
With that, his warm fluids spill out over your hand and drips into his jeans. You wipe off your hand onto his jeans, laughing at how it looks like he kinda peed himself.
"Ha-ha, just wait until we get home," he playfully rolls his eyes as he starts the car back up.
"I'll do my best to wait until then," you whisper as his foot slams onto the gas. The literal meaning of pedal to the metal.

[Home]

After he basically drags you upstairs, the both of you losing your clothes along the way - Michael is pushing you back onto the bed.
You plop back onto the bed, your eyes glued to the image of him.
You don't understand how a person like him could be self-conscious. He's beautiful to you - well, in a manly sort of way.
"You're perfect, babe," he murmurs as he gets above you on the bed to where the you two are in the missionary position.
Before you have the chance to reply to him, he rubs his tip against your clxt.
"Fück," you whimper at the feeling.
He pulls away, leaning in to meet his lips to yours.
At first it's a sweet kiss, then you deepen it by latching your hand into his soft hair.
You nip at his bottom lip, him then pulling back.
"I'm in charge," he says huskily before slamming his lips back to yours.
He nips at your bottom lip this time, only harder.
The pain on your lip is a real turn on for some reason.
You gently tug at his hair, causing him to pull away again.
"I'm in charge," he says firmly this time.
"O-okay," you stutter stifling a laugh.
He raises as brow, then slams his lips to the same spot on your neck as earlier.
He nips gently, flicking his tongue over the hickey that you're sure he's left there by now.
He raises a hand up to your left breast, gripping tightly.
"Oh Michael," you whisper as you can feel the jolt of pleasure through your chest.
He bites harder at your neck, kissing the spot again before pulling away.
He gropes his hand down from your breast to the lower portion of your stomach.
He rubs his calloused fingers in small circles while just keeping his eyes on yours.
"It's about to get heated," he murmurs, causing a grin to fall upon your face.
He wraps one hand in your hair, using the other to help stable himself above you.
He lines himself up with your entrance, looking to your eyes for the 'okay'.
You nod, him then slowly pushing himself into you.
You breath heavily as his full length is pressed into you, his breaths being rather thick as well.
As soon as he's all the way in, he stays put for a moment to let you adjust.
"No sounds this time," he whispers deeply.
"I can't make any promises," you laugh.
"Sh!"
You bite your lip, him then starting to thrust back and forth into you at a slow pace
The friction sends jolts of excitement to your core, you biting even harder at your lip to stifle a moan.
You move your hands to his back, gently gripping at his soft skin.
His thrusts start to become faster and stronger, you running your nails down his back and a drop of blood escaping your bottom lip.
He kisses away the drop, keeping up his pace.
Then his cöck hits the sensitive skin of your G-spot.
You let your lip out of the grip of your teeth, screaming out his name.
"Michael!"
He slams harder against your spot, this time covering your mouth.
"Quiet, love," you see the develish smirk on his face and the darkening of his eyes.
Your eyes lock onto his as he begins to swirl his hips against yours, his cöck feeling every inch that it can inside you.
His hand still over your mouth, your scream is muffled as you run your nails down his back - definitely leaving marks now.
Your legs begins to slightly shake, him still swirling his hips.
"God, I love you so much, (y/n)," he whispers softly.
You scream into his hand again, your walls clenching around him.
You feel yourself cüm, your body collapsing against the bed - you now jelly in his hands.
He pulls back and thrusts into you again, his breath getting heavier. He's about to come to a close.
He shoves his face between your head and your shoulder, his hand still over your mouth - drowning out each of your moans.
He grunts next to your ear, accompanying each sound with dirty words.
"I love to feel you around me," is just one of the many things he manages to murmur before he pulls out - spurting onto your stomach.
He plops down next to you, the two of you cuddling to each other.
"You gotta love my ideas," he says sweetly and cockily.
"Sure, sure."

(A/N) So, I talk about fanfiction at school... Yeah, people over hear me, but idc - usually.
But today, some fücking kid who asks me about fanfics told our Music Appreciation teacher about how all we (me n my buds) only talk about 5SOS and erotic fanfiction.
That kinda piss3d me off... But ya know - it's not a hobby, it's a life style! Imma embrace this part of me... Yeah, fanfiction is basically like 70% of my life...
Um... Awkward...
But yeah - so like our teacher asked us what the name of the band we listen to is...
And might I add that this teacher is like a 30yr old man... Who can be creepy at times...
But he had us play some of their music for him...
He liked Jet Black Heart! He also liked Beside You!
Ha-ha to the kid who was hating on our fandom!
Go and suck an apple you un-named kid!
Actually, we're the same age...
I feel like a petty toddler or something...
I'm not a toddler!!! I write smut!!! I'm awesome (not really)
Okay... Peace out y'all