5SOS LAND

Let Me Show You (Part 2)

(This features punk!Michael)

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"Let me show you."

You smile shyly, nodding your head ever so slightly.

"Just lay back and relax." he tells you and gives you a chaste kiss.

You listen and lie back, getting comfy in the pillows behind you.

Michael crawls over, hovering over you.

He leans down, burying his head in your neck.  He places his lips on your smooth skin, immediately going for your sweet spot.  Once he finds it, which is easy for him, he stays there for a while, kissing and sucking on your skin gently as his hands roam your body.

You move your arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He continues to kiss your neck, slowly moving his lips to your jaw, making you let out a soft moan.

"God, I love that sound." he mutters.

He pulls away and rests his his forehead against yours, looking in your eyes.

You move your hands, grabbing ahold of his shirt.

He pushes them aside and says, "I'm doing all the work."

You don't argue with him and allow him to continue.

He takes his shirt off and tosses it on the floor, not giving a damn where it landed.

He leans back down, pressing his body to yours.

He kisses you, with full passion.  He moves his lips against yours slowly, being gentle. 

He takes your shirt off, along with your bra.

He stares down at you in pure awe.  He just can't believe you're all his.  Ever since he laid eyes on you, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  But he was also afraid.  He was afraid to ask you out.  He was afraid you'd be creeped out by him because of his tattoos and piercings.  But he knew deep down he wanted you to be his.  He knew he wanted you to be the one he could kiss, hug, and cuddle with.  He knew, he really knew, he wanted you to be his.  His and his only.  And he's got it.  He's got you, and everyday, every single day, when he sees you, he has to pinch himself to make sure he's not dreaming.  He'd wonder how he got so lucky. 

After what feels like forever, Michael has removed all of your clothing, including his, leaving both of you fully naked.  Well, almost.  The only thing left are his boxers, which are black and tight, his growing erection straining in the snug fabric.

He moves his hips in a circular motion, his crotch rubbing against clit gently. 

He brings himself closer, grinding harder against you.  A whimper bursts from your lips.

He smiles proudly, that boyish grin forming. 

He pulls back, leaving you breathless.  Anything he does leaves you breathless.

Then slowly, he pulls his boxers down, his erection springing free in all its glory.

You know staring is rude, but you still stare.  He's big.  But not too big.  He's thick.  But not too thick.  The tip is flushed red, a vein pulsates, throbbing.

Michael moves closer to you, lining himself at your entrance.

"Michael." you breathe.

He hushes you, placing a finger to your lips.

You let out a sigh, relaxing your muscles. 

He slowly pushes in you, being as gentle as possible.  Even though he's already taken your virginity, he's still afraid he'll hurt you.

"God, damn." he breathes once he's fully inside you.

"Are you okay, Love?" he asks sweetly

You let go of the breath you didn't know you were holding and nod.

"Yeah." you smile.

He starts to move his hips, thrusting into you slowly.

You let out a moan, your hands squeeze his biceps. 

Then suddenly, he hits that one special spot.  He goes deep, hitting that spot over and over again.

You gasp, moving one hand to his back and keeping the other on his bicep.  You dig your nails in his back, making him grunt.  Your other hand squeezes his arm, gripping on the tattooed flesh.

He moves at the same pace, but gets deeper with each thrust.

A whimper escapes him when you clench around him.

"Fuck, I love you." he says.

Your breathing gets heavy, a knot forms right in the pit of your stomach as you feel yourself getting closer to finishing.

"Michael." you breathe, a soft moan mixed in.

"Shh," he hushes, "I know."

It doesn't take long, a few more thrusts and you're over the edge.  You gasp, moan his name, as you finish.

The sight of you, the sounds of your moans and whimpers, and you clenching around him is enough to make him release as well.

He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily, still inside you.

Then after a minute or so, he pulls out and pulls the blankets over your bodies.

He pulls you close, keeping you safe in his arms.

"Mikey." you say.

"Hmm?" he hums, nuzzling his face in your neck.

"We didn't use a condom."