Michael Clifford (5SOS) imagine.

A/N:Hey guys! This is my first go at writing something like this, so please give me your feedback; it would mean alot :3

Thanks for reading this if you do :)

- Pash

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"Mikey?" you whisper walking into his dark room. You spot him awkwardly wrapped in his sheets, his blue boxer shorts riding up one leg, and his beautiful multi-coloured locks were messed. Soft snores passed his lips. You walk to the side of his bed and reach out to shake his bare shoulder gently. "Michael?" you whisper again. He groans and turns over, his bright blue eyes half opened and filled with sleep. "Y/N? What are you doing in here?" He asked, his Australian accent deep and lulling. "Bad dream." you say innocently. A soft sigh passes his lips. But he lifts up his duvet anyway. "Come on then." He murmurs.

"Thanks Mike." You say curling into his warm blanket. He shuffles around, and you fear you woke him up and he couldn't go back to sleep. "Michael get comfortable." you say, playfully swatting at him. His hands came to rest on your hips. Michael pulled you closer into him and you could feel his warm breaths on the nape of your neck. They were heavier, considering he had only been awake for minuets. You felt a tingle shoot down your back when his lips grazed casually across the back of your neck. His grip on you becomes tighter as he pulls your back so it's flush to his thin chest. This was so unlike Michael's sweet demeanour. But you ate up this anyway. He was pumped full of passion as his skinny fingers crept up your sleep shirt, childishly tickling across your ribs.

"Mike what are you doing?" You asked a bit too seriously. He stopped and smiled deviously. "Bad dream my ass, Y/N" he snorted. He rolled over on top of you. His full weight resting on your hips. His hands trailed up your delicate sides, past your chest, to your neck. His fingers rubbed along your collar bones and you couldn't help but gasp a little. "C'mere baby girl." He whispered, you giggled as your hands locked around Michael's neck, connecting your lips. He moved quickly, hotly, passionately, completely engulfing your lips in a flame of desire.

You could feel Michaels's smirk as his lips moved furiously over yours. His multi-coloured head smoothly cascaded away, sucking your bottom lip sultrily, before his soft tongue grazed over your chin and down the front of your neck. That sent electric ripples down throughout your body. He pressed a small kiss to the hollow of your throat and he laughed lightly, humming against your skin.

Since when had he been so naughty? Michael's hand crept under your shirt and flattened against your stomach. You let out a small begging whimper, telling him that you needed his taste back. Giving you a bewilderingly sexy look he scaled your body like a skilful lynx, making sure to feel and tease in his fullest extent. His lips were back on yours in a matter of a moment. Shit he tasted excellent. His warm rough hands slid down your legs, his fingers hitching under your knee, him pulling your leg up to his side. "Oh Y/N" he moaned throatily onto your mouth.

Your hands slipped into his boxers, fingers running along his thin hips, hands gently squeezing his perfect bum. His breath caught as he jammed your lips even harder with his. There was a small wrap on the door and you both paused. "shit." he mumbled. He climbed off of you and threw himself into the bed. He covered your head with the duvet and clamped a hand over your mouth to keep you from giggling. He quickly closed his eyes as Ashton opened the door.

When he was gone after checking on Mike, you looked at Michael and without any control you both burst into a stage of hysteria. You couldn't breathe you were laughing so hard. But it didn't matter. Michael couldn't either.