5SOS Imagines and Preferences

FWB (Michael) *Slight Smut*

Michael entered the flat early that morning, holding his breath and being careful to not make any noise so he wouldn't wake up his three other flatmates who were most likely asleep. His dark brown hair was messy and knotted, his body covered in hickies and the same clothes he wore last night, except this morning he had an idiotic grin plastered on his lips. Despite the bitch of a hangover brewing in his head, he was in the best mood of his life.


As Michael walked further down the hallway and stripped off his leather jacket, he found his three flatmates sitting around the breakfast bar, their eyes glued on him. Shit.


"Where've you been?" Ashton asked through a mouthful of pancakes, eying Michael up and down suspiciously.


"I went and got some drinks with Y/N, then crashed at hers," Michael responded with a smirk, sitting down on the stool beside Luke and helping himself to the food on his plate. Luke let out a small squeak in protest, but did no more to stop him.


"He got laid," Calum clarified, causing Michael to roll his eyes. He was right, though. Michael definitely got laid last night. The four sat in silence as they polished off their plates, Luke getting up from the table and grabbing the empty dishes before leaving to clean them off.


"So, when are you asking her out?" Ashton then questioned, raising his eyebrows slightly. "I mean, there's no doubt that there's something there. You two are always with each other, even when you're not hooking up."


Michael scoffed quietly, shaking his head. "We're not gonna date," he mumbled in response, like it was the most obvious statement in the world. "We just hook up. We're just friends who sleep together. She doesn't want anything more."


"But do you?" Calum added, furrowing his eyebrows.


The kitchen fell back into silence, the only noise being the sound of the running sink tap as Luke scrubbed at the dishes. Michael's nose scrunched up slightly, his mind racing as he pondered Calum's question. Do you want something more? Almost every time he was with Y/N, it ended with him pulling his jeans back on and leaving within the next five minutes. No cuddling, no hugging, no kissing.


"Shut up," Michael suddenly grumbled, getting up from the table and storming off into the bathroom to take a shower.


"Oh my god," Y/N breathed out, sinking her teeth into the soft skin of Michael's shoulder to keep herself from screaming. Their hips rocked together at a slower pace, unable to meet their usual quick tempo today due to the three suspicious boys down the hall. They had to be silent, but it was so hard when Y/N's orgasm was about to hit her like a freight train.


"Let go for me," Michael whispered into her ear, his voice shaky and high-pitched from the overwhelming pleasure surging through his body. His teeth pinched down into his lower lip, suppressing a moan as he felt himself release. Y/N followed shortly after, a quiet whimper falling from her lips as she dug her nails into his back, eyes squeezing shut. Michael thrusted slowly, riding out their orgasms before he slid out, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips. "You're the fucking best."


"I'm kind of amazing," Y/N shot back, a tired smirk pulling on her lips as she climbed off of his lap and off of the bed. She immediately started pulling her panties back up her legs, leaving Michael a gasping mess just a few feet away. When he finally caught his breath, he rolled over and watched her get dressed through heavy eyelids.


"You should stay the night," Michael suggested, his voice barely above a murmur. "Come back into bed and cuddle with me."


"I don't do sleepovers with four guys," Y/N giggled, shaking her head at his request.


"You're not into that kind of stuff?" Michael teased, a joking tone in his voice before he quickly got serious again. "I can kick them out, Y/N. Just stay for tonight."


It was like a switch flipped inside of Y/N. "I said no, Michael," she snapped, her gaze dropping to the carpet beneath her feet. She gripped the material of her shirt tightly, staring off into the distance before snapping back into reality and tugging it over her head. "I had a good time," she whispered, feeling guilty for her sudden outburst.


Michael sat up, his eyebrows furrowing as he pulled his boxers back on. "Why are you so scared of relationships?" He found himself asking, a weight lifted off his chest. He had no idea how bad he wanted to ask this question, and now he was finally asking it. "Why can't we just be a couple, Y/N? Why does it just have to be sex?"


"I don't want to fall in love with you," Y/N muttered, now fully dressed and staring at the bedroom door, yet making no attempt to leave. She didn't want to leave.


"Am I that horrible of a person?" Michael chuckled sadly, forcing a smile on his kiss-bitten lips. He would be lying if he said that comment didn't sting. "Why is that so bad, Y/N?"


Y/N sighed, her eyes slowly meeting Michael's. "Every relationship I've been in ended poorly. I've always been the one that cared too much, or fell harder, and it always shattered me in the end. You're the first person I met that makes me feel something, Michael, and I didn't wanna ruin that by... committing. When you get bored with me and decide to leave, I don't want to feel the pain."


The bedroom was filled with silence, Michael staring at Y/N and Y/N staring at the floor again. His jaw was dropped, eyes widening as he processed the information uttered. "You really think I'd get bored of you?" He asked, voice dropping an octave and eyebrows furrowing.


"You're bound to," Y/N mumbled, sniffling quietly before scuffling over to the bedroom door. She paused, her hand resting on the doorknob. "I love you, Michael."


With that, she was gone.


It couldn't end like that. Michael refused to let it end like that. Two days went by without a single word from Y/N, his messages and calls going unreturned no matter how many times he pestered her. Y/N was undoubtedly the best thing that's ever happened to him, and he couldn't let her slip through his fingers the way she did. That was why he was storming down the hallway that night, his mind swirling with thoughts- and alcohol- as he approached Y/N's apartment. He knocked on her door confidently, not stopping until he heard the lock click and the door slowly open to reveal Y/N's face.


"Michael? What are you doing here?" Y/N questioned, eyes widening slightly as she grasped him by the hand, pulling him into her apartment.


"I'm in love with you," Michael blurted out, taking Y/N's hands in his. "I'm so in love with you, Y/N, and I know we promised that our relationship wouldn't end like this, but I can't help it. I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you. I wouldn't even dream of it."


Y/N was silent, her lips pursed as she processed Michael's words. She didn't speak.


"I wanna give us a try," Michael pressed on, a hopeful smile on his face. "I don't think we'd be that bad."


Y/N responded by pulling Michael closer, a giggle tumbling from her lips before she kissed him softly. Her fingertips tangled into his hair, his hands gripping her hips and eagerly bringing her closer. Michael's heart was pounding in his chest, his lips curving into the biggest smile.


"Yes, you idiot," Y/N breathed out when their lips parted, her forehead resting to his.