5sos Preferences And Imagines

#17 Smooth Criminal pt. 4 (Michael)

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday, what a black day
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Sounding heartbeats intimidations

The city was like a ghost town after the weather warning flashed across everyone's television sets. Severe thunderstorms scared everyone around your town for some reason. Where you were from, there were thunderstorms about every other week.

You walked outside of your work, since it closed from the weather warning, and you chose to take the alleyway, since no one would be hanging out in the middle of the storm, anyway.

You walked for a minute or two until you heard shuffling behind you followed by a deep, sexy chuckle.

"You thought you'd be safe on a Sunday in the middle of a storm. Heheh, the clouds my make the streets darker and your surroundings black and harder to see, but, babe, in practically nocturnal, meaning I can see well in the dark. Aren't you unlucky, sweetheart?"

You knew freezing in one place would secure your doom, like in the movies you've watched, so you decided to run. You've already realized he probably catch up to you, but you figured running would better your chances of getting away.

You began sprinting, thanking God you were in cross country. However, the man's legs were longer than yours, and his legs were also stronger, meaning it didn't take him long to accelerate enough to catch up with you.

"Lovely, that was an awful mistake," he breathed down your neck, almost unaffected by the sudden sprint. He wrapped his tattooed arms around your body, stopping you dead in your tracks, and he pushed your skinny, lanky body against a cold, wet brick wall. He took a fistful of your brown hair, and he leaned in, inching his face closer to yours. He let go of your hair, caressing your cheek.

You felt a tear escape your eye, and he wiped it away gently. "Now, now, beautiful, no need to cry. I wasn't going to hurt you. Just... take care of you for a while," he whispered. "(Y/n), you're going to love me, I promise."

"How do you know my name?" You whimpered.

"I'm sure you'll recognize me if you open your eyes and look at me," he sighed in slight impatience.

You did as he said, and you recognized him almost immediately. His dyed red hair was matted to his head, and the dye was running down his face. His numerous piercings flashed as lightning strikes crackled in the storm above the alley. His leather jacket was slick from the rain, and his ripped jeans showed more tattoos on his legs. His many bracelets, varying in size and type, on his wrists stuck out in many directions.

"You're the guy from the cafe?" I asked.

"The one you slapped for flirting with you, his waitress? Yes."

"Well, much like now, you were getting too personal," your sassy mood took over.

"Well, whether you like it or not, now you're mine, and you're going to learn to love me," he growled with lust in his eyes. He threw you over his shoulder, and you kicked and screamed for him to put you down as he threw you into his black Lamborghini.
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