5sos & 1d Smut

Michael: Breakfast

You woke up to the wonderful smell of pancakes wafting through your bedroom. You smiled, knowing it was Michael cooking to thank you for last night. He came back for a break in his tour two days ago, the first he used to catch up on much needed sleep. But yesterday you had other plans for him and they had left you both blissfully sore and covered in so many love bites that you could map out Michael's exact moves by looking down your body. After a minute of snoozing you realized that your inner thighs were wet. Not the red waterfall of pain wet, but the 'I want Michael to clean me up' wet. You grinned mischievously as you flung your legs out of your double bed and slipped on black matching underwear. They weren't lacy or see-through. They were simple but effective, as you had learned from previous endeavors.
Tip toeing down the stairs you shivered as your bare feet touched the freezing floor of the kitchen. You peeked round the door and smiled as you saw Michael, only in boxers, carefully watching pancake batter in a pan. A stack of cooked pancakes were in a plate to one side of him, and a packet of store bought ones lay next to that. You giggled silently, finding it adorable that even he knew his cooking skills required a replacement just in case.
You pattered towards him, wrapping your arms around his tummy and resting your cheek on his warm back.
"Hi." You sighed.
"Hey. I made breakfast." Michael pointed out, obviously proud of himself.
"I can see. I don't really feel like pancakes right now though." You unraveled your arms so he could turn to look at you.
You saw a small pout form on his stubbly face.
"But..." He started, silenced by your finger on your own lips.
Having him trained well he stopped talking at your action. You watched his eyes scan your scarcely clad body as he noticed that you were wearing virtually nothing.
"I want something else." You tilted your head to one side and licked your lips suggestively.
His eyebrow raised as he caught on to your thoughts.
"No, I'm cooking now you little sex monkey. You're going to make me burn the food!" He turned his attention back to the stove.
You drooped your shoulders, knowing you'd have to try harder to get what you want.
"Mikey." You whined, curling your hand around his bicep, but he ignored you.
You were not having that. You wanted Round 2 now, and when it came to sex you knew how to get Michael to please you. You pondered your winding thoughts for a minute before twisting your lips in a smirk as you formed a practically evil plan.
"Mikey..." You said again, returning to your previous position of hugging him from behind.
You wandered your hand down to the waistband of his boxers, toying with the ruched material there as Michael stiffened considerably.
"Y/N." He warned.
You refused to give in, suddenly slipping your hands into his underwear, gripping the base of his length easily as the boxers were so loose. You heard him gulp and exhale shakily through his nose and grinned. You ran your hand slowly up to his tip, squeezing lightly as you reached it. Michael's head was almost rolling back as you continued at a painfully slow pace. You pressed your lips to his exposed shoulder as you dramatically sped up your movements. You heard him release a desperate whimper from his mouth as you felt his ab muscles tense against your forearm. He refused to hold back groans any longer as you skillfully flicked your wrist along him, faster and faster. You stroked your free hand up and down his arm as you saw his fingertips grip the counter top, going white with the pressure he was forcing on them. You felt his legs wobble underneath your palm and you let go of him, leaving him sweaty and achingly hard, and very, very pissed off. Just the way you liked him.
He spun around to glare at you as you backed into the opposite counter top, resting your hands on the cool marble and biting your bottom lip teasingly.
"You made me burn the pancakes." He seethed, but his breath was still shaky from his denied orgasm.
"Oops," You shrugged, "Are you going to come over here and teach me a lesson?" You fought back a grin and Michael stormed towards you, crashing his lips on yours roughly.
Both your arms wrapped around each others bodies, but Michael easily overpowered you, pushing you back so you were slightly leaning backwards over the counter. His hands blindly grabbed your ass and hauled you onto the counter top. You squealed as he set you down on the cold surface. He just smirked into the kiss and ran his hands up and down your thighs which were now spread open around his waist.
"Michael!" You gasped as he nipped at your collarbone, sucking on already formed hickeys.
"Be quiet." He snapped, reaching his hand down to your core and rubbing harshly over your already soaked underwear, "You think you can tease me huh? You think you're the boss?" Michael murmured against your skin.
"Yes..." You cheekily answered but he silenced you with a tug of his teeth on your ear.
"I'll have to show you who's really the boss then, won't I?" His fingers slipped into your underwear and he glided the tips of them over your sensitive entrance.
"Yes, Mikey!" You whimpered as he gently pushed a finger into you, but quickly adding a second and pumping fast.
He moved his mouth away from you skin and took a break in pleasuring you to yank your underwear off your legs before hastily picking up were he left off. You leaned on your hands and unintentionally let out a whimper as he licked his lips at the sight of your glistening core. He started pumping in and out of you with two fingers again but audaciously added a third after he wasn't getting a loud enough reaction from you. At the intrusion you threw your head back and arched your back in pleasure. Your arms became unsteady as Michael's adept fingers worked at your core, brushing your g-spot blissfully every so often in his rapid pace.
His head dropped between your thighs and you felt his warm tongue lap at your delicate clit. His chuckles reverberated through your body in your response to him. You fell back on the counter and your toes curled on the end of your straightened out legs in euphoria. Michael's talented tongue lapped at your core, crude noises filling the room along with Mikey's moans and your own.
"Fuck you taste amazing." Michael groaned against you, your orgasm becoming imminent.
"Fuck!" You screamed, you came as Michael brushed your clit with his nose.
The knot in the pit of your stomach erupted as your mouth fell open, whimpering loudly. Your back arched almost fully off the marble, your abs tightening as your legs spasmed around Michael's head. At once your muscles relaxed, your back falling down on the cool slab as your legs hung limply against the drawers below you. You didn't see Michael leave your side as you were still panting heavily and recovering from your high, staring at the ceiling; but you felt his presence leave and heard him moving around the kitchen.
You sat up slowly, holding your head as it spun, recuperating from your orgasm along with the rest of your body. You saw Michael opposite you with his back turned, hunched over discarded the pancakes.
"They're cold now." He muttered.
"You used salt instead of sugar." You pointed out, slipping off the counter and sticking your finger in the batter, grimacing as the foul zest covered your tongue.
"Shit." Michael giggled, his hand scratching his head.
"Although, I did interrupt you..." You continued, seeking out more potential fun, "I think I deserve a punishment." You wrapped your arms around Michael's neck and swayed your bare hips against his temptingly.
You saw Michael's eye's glint dangerously and you knew you had won him over. You suppressed a smirk as you pecked his lips lightly. You knew this day was going to be a long one.