roommates ♢ muke ✔️

xxi

smut ahead, turn away while you have the chance 

calum hates me and ashton's mad at me for making his angel angry.

michael; the main source of all this drama is nowhere to be seen. i don't think he's angry at me but with michael, i can never be sure.

it's only been a day since he walked off on me yesterday, but i miss him like hell. he didn't come to our dorm room that night, i stayed up all night worrying about him.

i would've called him but for some odd reason, i never got around to getting his number. i find that strange considering that we've spent so much time together and we've done such unspeakable things as well.

but as of right now, i'm completely alone. i know ashton and calum won't pop around any time soon. i'm hoping that if michael has stayed away for a day, he'll stay away for another hour.

truth be told, i'm fucking horny as shit right now. i fell asleep thinking of michael and the magic his mouth works. then i had dreams; wet ones.

i quietly close the door, draw the blinds and turn off the lights. i go through my underwear drawer until i find my bottle of lube hidden deep under the layers. i pump three pumps into my palm and rub my hands together.

i lie down on my bottom bunk and slowly stroke my length. i take my time, running my hand up and down. i spread my legs apart, my speed increasing drastically. i prop my head back on the bed stand and loud moans escape my throat. i try to keep my mind clear but a purple haired boy keeps making his way back into my mind.

"fuck! fuck me michael, fuck!" i moan, feeling the familiar knot in my stomach unravel.

i jerk my hips forward and it takes all my willpower to prevent myself from screaming michael's name even more. soon my breaths are so rapid, i can hardly moan and i simply make breathy grunts.

i'm on the verge of coming but i hear the door creak open and a beam of light shines upon my body. i scream, yanking my dick harshly with surprise. i see a figure leaning on the doorway and that sets me off. i scream at find a blanket to cover myself. it turns out that i'm lying on top of the blanket and i accidentally knock myself off the bed. i release a strangled scream as my lanky body falls to ground.

"what- the actual- fuck did- i walk into?" the figure laughs so hysterically that his sentence is cut up into a few parts due to the laughter in between his words.  

i stare at the silhouette for a while with alarm before i realize that it's just michael. then i blush because i realize he probably heard me moaning his name.

"why are you here?" i ask, my face a tomato red colour.

"i live here," michael replies, his face also slightly red from laughing so hard.

"you were gone all night, you decided to come back at the worst time," i scowl at him, trying to get over my embarrassment.

"the best time," michael corrects.

"i nearly ripped my fucking dick off, thanks to you." i frown, standing up uneasily.

i wrap the blanket over my body tightly, praying that my hard on doesn't poke through the layers.

"yeah, about that. what were you doing in here?" michael smirks in a tone that implies that he knows exactly what i was doing.

he flickers the switch on and light fills the room. i can see him clearly now; tired with heavy bags under his eyes yet still dangerously gorgeous. he's wearing those tight black skinny jeans that cling tightly to his skin and a band tee with the sleeves cut down to the elbows.

"nothing," i lie.

"really now? i was so sure i heard moaning from the front door. i thought you were with some guy so i stormed in, ready to cut a bitch." michael jokes, standing in front of me.

"well, you thought wrong." i laugh awkwardly, my voice cracking.

"instead, you were by yourself. screaming my name," michael continues; smirking ever so slightly.

"i wasn't screaming your name, i was yelling .. mitchell." i lie, diverting my gaze.

"mitchell huh?" michael asks, looking amused.

"y- yeah." i stutter.

my heart races when michael pushes me softly, making me fall into my bed. he gives me a wide eyed look, asking me for my consent and i nod, trying to appear casual. he slips off his shirt and shimmies off his skinny jeans with the slightest bit of struggle.

he gets rid of my blanket covering my naked body and gets on top of me. he grinds his hips, agonizingly slow. he bends down, pressing hot, feverish kisses to my lips. his heavy lips slowly drag down to my collarbones and he sucks lightly. when he's happy with his work he goes back and passionately kisses me again.

"i- i need you in me." i stutter, pulling him closer.

"flip over then, babe." michael purrs, his hands exploring my skin.

i listen to his orders and lie flat on my stomach with my ass raised high. i hear michael prepping himself with lube and it takes absolutely forever.

eventually, i do feel michael's hands gripping at my body and he slowly enters me. he's so fucking huge, it's almost painful. luckily, the pleasure overrules the pain.

"michael!" i moan, gripping at my mattress for support.

"michael or mitchell?" michael teases weakly, his voice strained with effort.

"mic- oh fuck! michael!" i scream as michael picks up his speed, thrusting harder and deeper.

"remember that, darling. i'm the only name you're allowed to scream. you know, unless you're getting murdered or something. if that's the situation, go ahead and scream any name you want-" michael rambles on, stopping his thrusts to talk.

"you're killing the fucking mood. shut the hell up," i scowl.

michael chuckles but he grabs at my hips and picks up his thrusts again. my knees get weak as my moans get louder. i bite down on a pillow to try to conceal my screams of pleasure, just in case one of our neighbours hear me.

i feel my head spinning, black dots blur in my eyes. it's been a while since i've felt this good, out of all the girls i've been with, michael's the best in bed by far. my thoughts of being straight wash away from my mind and all i can focus on is michael.

"i'm- i'm going to come," michael whimpers.

it doesn't matter if his thrusts are getting sloppier because i still end up coming a second before him. michael collapses and lies down next to me.

"that was too good," i whisper. "i think you fucked the 'straight' right out of me."

michael's too tired to reply. he was already tired beforehand and this just exhausted him even further. his beautiful green eyes droop closed.

i don't want him getting cold so i cover both our bare bodies with my blanket. to warm him even further, i force myself into the snug place in between his chest and arm. heat radiates between the two of us as i cuddle into him.

"i think i love you," i hear michael murmur ever so softly.

and that makes my heart almost stop beating.