5sos & 1d Smut

Michael-Attention

 It wasn't very often when I got to see Michael because he was just too busy with his band, but I was okay with that. Usually he would get a bunch of fun things to do instead of me sitting here bored while he is enthralled in his video game.

"Mikey," I try to get his attention, but he just makes a noise to show he is listening, still engrossed in his game.

"Can we maybe do something?" I ask starting to pick the strings on my distressed jeans. "We will in a bit, Babe." I just nod even though he can't see me with his eyes fixated on the TV screen.

It has literally been an hour and it is starting to irritate me that I am lying on his bed while he barely acknowledges my presence. "Michael!" I try again, but just a little more frustrated. He just hummed "In a minute" while he didn't even turn to look back.

I laid on his bed for a few minutes contemplating on how to get his attention. Sex.

Instead of giving him the pleasure though, why not make him squirm for making me wait.

My fingers gentling caressed the exposed skin on my stomach as I inched my shirt up further up my torso. I then lifted my shirt up over my head and threw it at Michael's feet—he didn't even flinch.

It was time to take it a step further. I unclasped my bra and threw it across the room, starting to palm my breast. A small moan escaped my lips causing Michael to move his head, but he still didn't look at me.

I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. Slowly I teased myself through my underwear; heavy breathes escaping my lips before I pulled them down.

I was completely naked on his bed, right behind him and he still has no clue.

I slid two fingers up my wet folds causing a moan to escape my lips. "Babe, what are you do-" Michael asked before I felt his gaze on my body.

"Fuck," was all I heard before I plunged to fingers inside me, small moans starting to gather. I turned my head to see Michael palming his erection through his pants. I couldn't help but smirk.

I felt the familiar feeling starting to grow as I grabbed my breast in my left hand, squeezing the sensitive skin. "Michael," was all I said as I went into bliss.

When I came down from my high, I turned to see Michael staring hungrily into my eyes, or was it anger—maybe both.

"What the hell was that?" he asked eyes still furiously trapping mine. I just laughed as I got up and straddled his lap on the chair. "You wanna taste?" I asked running my fingers on his lips.

He opened his mouth and imprisoned my small fingers in between his lips.

"You made me die on my game." He simply stated, no emotion revealed.

"I did?" I questioned with a playful smirk, rocking my hips into his. He buried his face in the crook of my neck while I played with his hair. He felt so good under me; I wanted him in me more though. He must have read my mind when he stood up laying me softly on the bed.

His lips left soft kisses from my jaw down to my breast, sucking between softly and harshly on my nipple. Moans started to flood the room again as I felt him hold me tighter. He always held me tighter when he noticed my pleasure.

"Baby," I softly say as he moved his kisses lower and lower down my stomach.

His kisses started to seize as I felt his hot breath fanning over where I wanted him most. My fingers instantly gripped his hair, bringing him into me. I couldn't stop the moans that filled the room and started to feel guiltier about not even touching him yet as I noticed how painfully tight he was inside his jeans.

"Michael." I try to push him away, but he only mumbles that I was the one who wanted his attention. I was starting to feel my high again and I gripped onto his hair tighter—he knew too. All of his movements stopped and I couldn't help but let out a strangled cry.

Seconds later his wet lips hovered over mine, leaving a long kiss.

"Why did you stop?" I asked on his lips. "You wanted me to" he defended before I smacked his arm. "Not before I'm about to!" I playfully yell as he laughs flipping us over so I was straddling him. He lifted his shirt up throwing it to the other side of the room as I unbuttoned his jeans.

A heavy breath escaped his swollen lips as I brought down his jeans and boxers, releasing his constricted self. I pulled down the rest of it until he was completely nude too.

Michael reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out a small wrapper. I watched as he slid it on himself before grabbing my hips and placing me onto him.

He secretly loved me being on top. He always told me how sexy it was when I was being dominant. I just thought he got the pleasure of seeing my boobs shake right above him.

I moved my way up and down on him as he gripped my thighs. My hands fell on his chest, supporting me up as I felt close for the third time within an hour, but was deprived of the feeling the last time. I felt him twitch inside of me knowing he was close too.

I felt myself release as he did too right after. Our breathing became hitched as I laid my sweaty body on him. Michael just ran his hand over my back whispering that he loved me and he was sorry for not paying any attention to me earlier. I just laughed and told him it was okay because I knew how to get his attention next time and he just laughed with me.

My nimble fingers ran over his chest as his lips touched my forehead one last time before his eyes started to close.