5SOS Imagines

Michael (Warning: dirty imagine)

Your relationship with Michael was beyond complicated, and it had been that way since the moment you two met over a year ago. Last night you two had yet another argument. You hadn't even though anything of it until you saw him packing an overnight bag and leave the apartment the two of you shared all together. No explanations. No goodbye. He was just gone.

Not wanting to be alone, you called your best friend. He'd been there in less than an hour with drinks and movies; according to him that was the perfect combination to make you forget. Now, thinking back to it, that didn't explain how your clothes ended up on the floor. How the two of you kissed the whole way down the hallway towards the bedroom you normally shared with Michael. And then, the unthinkable happened. You had sex with your best friend and with your luck, word got to Michael Clifford himself. Your neighbor had caught a glimpse of your best friend leaving your place in the morning, still wearing the same clothes as the night before.

"Had fun last night?" Michael asked the moment he walked through the door. He looked at you, his beautiful eyes darkening. "Was he good? Was he better than me?"

He walked towards you, his hand rose to trace your jaw gently, almost challenging. To answer his question, your friend hadn't been bad. Not at all, but you knew in your heart that he wasn't Michael. You would never admit that though. His warm palm cupped your cheek, and almost by instinct your eyes fluttered close and you leaned into his touch.

"Can he make you feel the things I can?" His hands traveled down your shirt, brushing the sides of your covered breasts over the thin material.

Without hesitation, he quickly moved down to the hem of your shirt, lifting your arms to pull it over your head only to reveal the inevitable fact that you hadn't been wearing a bra. You hadn't even expected him to come over at all that day.

He let his long fingers brush over your newly exposed breasts, while his free hand worked on taking off your jean shorts.

Once you stood there in only your black lacy underwear, Michael's eyes darkened and he took off his shirt, revealing his tattoos. Your curious eyes traced each one of them, thinking of the times he told you what they meant. Thinking of the nights you had spent tracing each one of them with your fingertips... with your lips.

Michael tore you from your thoughts as his fingers hovered over the front of your panties, making you bite your lip and whimper softly for him.

"Can he make you this wet without even touching you?" He whispered. His lips were leaning into your ear and making you shiver as his hot breath hit your skin. He started kissing you neck and found your sweet spot immediately, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin. You knew he was bound to leave a mark, just to prove his point. He loved to prove a point, but right now, with his fingers and tongue on you, you couldn't be bothered to care about his behavior.

You breathed out his name and he smirked against your skin. His thumbs hooked onto your panties and pulled them down in one swift motion. "So beautiful", he whispered and you weren't sure if you were supposed to hear it.

His head went down to leave a trail of kisses leading to your breasts, but he stopped himself. "Bedroom", he murmured under his breath, pointing his finger in the direction. He didn't wait for you to react, slowly leading you backwards towards the bedroom until the back of your thighs hit the bed and he was pushing you onto it. He started kissing your collarbones, quickly traveling down to your breasts.

His tongue darted out to lick your nipple and you arched your back at the contact, reveling in his touch.

"Can he do this to you? Make you react like that to the slightest touch?" He whispered, his mouth now on the other nipple and the vibrations of his words making you pant. He noticed and chuckled, detaching his lips from your breasts to move further south.

His lips brushed over your hipbones, making you shiver and wriggled your hips a little, to show him where you wanted him...needed him.

"Can he make you this impatient for his touch?" He whispered, letting his hot breath tease your sensitive skin. He kissed above your dripping center, kissing your thighs but never where you needed him. Then you felt his finger tease your slit and you let out a moan at the contact.

He toyed with the sensitive bud and you could feel yourself already close from this simple touch. He knew it, too. And he sped up the movement of his finger, making you moan out his name. His tongue darted out to lick your clit teasingly, making you arch your back and moan loudly.

"Can he do the things I can with my tongue?" Shortly after he finished the sentence, his tongue started toying with your sensitive bud, licking slowly and flicking it. You were already a moaning mess, but then he let one and then two of his fingers slide into you, and you let a shaky moan as he set out a slow pace. His tongue matched the rhythm his fingers set.

But he didn't stay there long. Oh no, he was playing with you. You needed to pay for what you had done. He got up and kissed you slowly, his tongue licking your bottom lip and you let out a gasp, letting him shove his tongue inside of your mouth, massaging yours. You moaned into his mouth as one of his hands cupped your face and the other one dug into your side.

"Michael, please," you moaned, grinding yourself against him to make him do something. He chuckled for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, but quickly took off the rest of his clothes.

He took his member in his hand, and hissed at the much-needed contact. You almost exploded at the sight of Michael touching himself. You whined again and he smiled down at you, a complete 180 to his previous behavior.

He aligned himself with your entrance and looked down at you. His eyes flashed the same emotion as before when the two of you had fought, and you could finally make out what it was. This man was insecure, that's why he reacted the way he did. And you had just given him the biggest reason to be insecure. You'd betrayed him and slept with another man.

He leaned down and nudged your nose with his, whispering, "Please tell me I'm the only one who can do all of this", he begged. You looked up at him and nodded, smiling. "I'm all yours, Michael. Only yours"

And with that he let himself inside of you, slowly; the motions almost torturous as he continued to fill all of you.

You both moaned at the contact. He whispered out your name. His arms were shaking from holding himself up. He took your leg and slung it over his shoulder, moving faster.

"Michael!" you moaned out, the speed he had set didn't allow you to last long. With every thrust the tension in your lower abdomen grew, alerting you that your orgasm was close. Michael was close, too. You could feel it from the way his thrusts became sloppy, but he needed something to push him over the edge.

"Only yours, Michael", you whispered, repeating the words you had used before as you clenched walls, coming. You tightened around him and that is what pushed him over the edge as well.