5sos & 1d Smut

Michael-No I Won't Let You Go

"Seriously?"

You jump at the sound of Michael's voice, a hand pressed to your chest. "Jesus, Michael... what are you doing up so early?" He's sat silently on the couch in your shared living room, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a cutoff Harley Davidson tee shirt.
"Haven't slept yet," he says, not looking up from the leather bound notebook he's scribbling in.
"Michael, you should really -"
"Who was that?" he cuts you off, nodding toward the front door that your date from last night just disappeared through.
"Shawn," you say with a shrug, as if it's no big deal. It's not a big deal, or at least it shouldn't be. Except that Shawn, just like everyone else that you brought home, had done nothing to make you feel any less lonely. You had known that he wouldn't long before your date, and long before you invited him home with you. He was nice, and he was funny, and he was good looking but he wasn't... right. And you're starting to learn that that wrongness just isn't something you can ignore. Michael rolls his eyes. "If you've got something to say just say it, Michael." you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. He just snorts, pushing himself up off the couch and gathering his things together.
"You're not a very good faker," he calls as he retreats down the hall to his room, "That guys has obviously never witnessed a real orgasm before."

Michael hardly speaks to you for the next two days, brushing off your attempts at making conversation and spending more and more time at band practice or out partying with the boys. Then late on friday night he stumbles in. You're relieved when you hear his key in the door, but that's before you realize he's not alone.

You feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, a deep discomfort that you can't even explain. You know he's brought girls home before, of course, but you've never seen it. You sit silently in the living room, fingers poised over your keyboard and breath caught in your throat. You're hoping they won't notice that you're there, too caught up in each other to really look around the room.
The girl is tall, with dark hair and skin the colour of caramel. She wraps her arms around Michael's neck as he pushes the door shut and kisses him with such enthusiasm you wonder if they'll even make it to his bedroom. Thankfully they eventually begin making their way toward the hall, Michael walking backward. You see him smiling against the girl's lips and for some reason you think you might throw up. All you want right now is for someone to kiss you like that.

You know you ought to go to bed but there's no way you'll be able to fall asleep – not when you feel as if you've been stabbed in the heart – so you stay snuggled up on the couch in the living room, trying to distract yourself by scrolling through social media. Down the hall you hear the occasional sound at first – a bump, a giggle, a gasp – but it isn't long before the girl is full on screaming. You want to be angry at her, but instead all you can think about is what Michael said about Shawn.
This girl is definitely not faking.
You bury your face in the couch cushion and let out a scream and then decide that maybe you'll just stay there, miserable and confused and angry until you fall asleep. Or maybe die. Whichever comes first.

It's the smell of coffee that wakes you up the next day. You open your eyes slowly, confused for a moment before you remember that you spent the night on the couch. When you sit up a wool blanket slides off your shoulders.
"Morning," you hear, and suddenly last night comes flooding back to you. Michael is standing above you holding a cup of coffee out like it's a peace offering. You take it gingerly, pulling your feet up underneath you and staring at him. "You slept out here." he says awkwardly.
"Uh... yeah."
He falls down onto the couch next to you, his thigh resting against you comfortably. "Why?"
"I... I don't know," you admit. "I just couldn't sleep." He blushes, but you pretend not to notice. "Who was the girl, anyway?"
He avoids your eyes for a moment, trying to think up a good explanation. "I don't know. No one."
"Oh?"
"She was just... I was just..."
"Yeah," you say with a sigh, "I understand."
Michael fidgets uncomfortably, running his fingers through his hair the way he always does when he's stressed. Finally he speaks up again.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"What do you see when you look at Shawn?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," he says, fiddling with one of his bracelets nervously, "Do you, like... do you feel a spark with him? Does he make you excited? Do you see someone you want to be with?"
"What the fuck kind of question is that?" you ask defensively. When he finally looks up at you his green eyes are desperate and sad and so tired. He grabs at his hair again, tugging at the ends so they stick out from his head. You sigh. "No. No, I don't feel a spark, or a connection, or... anything, really. And I want to – I really do. He's great, he'd be a great boyfriend, but I just... no."
Michael nods his head slowly, as if he's processing. Then, very deliberately, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you.
The kiss is softer than you expect it to be – his lips gentle and sweet, his hand cradling the back of your neck tenderly. You get lost in it, the taste of coffee on his tongue and the solid heat of his chest beneath your palm. His lips curl up into a smile against yours and you want to melt into him, want to be pressed so tightly to his body that yours just disappears entirely, but all too soon he pulls away.
It's over. The most magical moment of your life and now it's done. How are you ever going to kiss anyone else again with the memory of that to compare it to?
You stare at each other for a moment, your breathing heavy and lips swollen. Then he smiles again, a nervous, almost boy-like smile.
"So," he says, studying his hands in his lap, "did you feel it then?"

"Fuck You." was all you said before pushing him into the couch and messily having a heated make out session.You hade no regrets Shaun never gave you this much excitement.Michael's hands grabbed your shirt loosely begging for you to take it off.Stopping for a moment to do so your lips locked back together. Michael's hand sneaked into your leggings rubbing the inside of you thigh."Stop teasing or i will get up this instant Michael Cliff-" Before anything else, his fingers stroked across your clit.

Your adrenaline was racing and so was he as you could feel his heart beat from his chest as you unbuttoned his flannel.Michael laid you down on the couch carefully getting up to rid himself of his pants.He wasted no time just seeing you waiting on the couch for him was enough to get him off.He teased your entrance with his cock, seeing your eyes flutter close was such a sight.He pushed in and gave you no time to adjust as he was on his last straw of his built up frustration.He was close and he didn't want to leave you without your peak so he circled your clit and changed his pace from fast to slow just to get you to your high.

Your back arched into his chest your boobs on full display, to his delight he bit one of your small nipples and that was enough to have you crying out his name not caring who could hear who was at the door or any thought that was stressing you out.Your body let go and so did he as his pace slowed down.Your bodies were sweaty,hot,dirty yet you didn't mind one bit.You liked this feeling and you knew you wouldn't be able to get enough of it.Looking to your side you see Michael sleeping peacefully next to you.

You comb his hair out of his eyes and start to get up to get some clothes on, when you felt his arm wrap around your torso "No, i won't ever let go of you." he said as he pulled back down into the small couch and laid your body on top of his.He grabbed the blanket that was on top of the armrest and covered you both.As your eyes caught a glimpse of this boy that you have always loved and finally realized.