5SOS SMUTT

Shameless - (Michael)

"I don't wanna hurt you, but you live for the pain. I'm not trying to say it, but it's what you became. You want me to fix you, but it's never enough. That's why you always call me - 'cause you're scared to be loved." ~ The Weeknd (Shameless)

"You know I'm here," he murmurs, his hair a mess and I can see where he hasn't shaved in a few days.  His eyes are dark, his pupils wide, and his hands are a little shaky.  His flannel is baggy and torn, his jeans look like they haven't been washed in a few days, and his shoes are the same shoes that he was wearing when I first met him three years ago.  Even though he looked a little rough, he still smelled like baby powder and cologne.  He didn't look it, but I knew he was clean.

What does it matter even if he isn't?  He was willing to be there, and this was my thing.  Every time I needed someone, he was there.  Anytime he needed something, I was there.
Whether it be money, drugs, or sex.. We have always been there for each other.

"I have no shame," he smirks, pushing my long hair behind my ear.  He then brushes my cheek softly with his rough hand, me giving him a small smile in return.

"Girl, you know I hate to see you like this."

"Then how do you want to see me, love?" I smirk, booping his nose, causing him to let out a low laugh.
"Cause trust me, I can do a lot of things."

He smirks, grabbing my hands and pushing me down, hovering above me with my hands gripped tightly in his and above my head.
"Oh, I know," he says, kissing my lips with his chapped ones, harshly biting my bottom lip a few seconds later.

"I can do a lot of things as well," he murmurs, lowering his kisses to my neck, my chest, and then to the waste band of my jeans. He smirks and bites them, then unbuckles them. His breath is warm upon flooding my skin as he begins to uncloth my bottom half, very slowly might I add.

"Fųck," I mutter as his tongue hits my clįt. He gently rubs it, doing the occasional quick flip that catches me off guard and makes me jump.

He slowly traces his finger along my heat, before delicately inserting it into my entrance. He forms a 'come here' motion over and over, making my throw my head back even further in pleasure.

"I... I... you tease," I stutter out, causing him to let out a low groan of anticipation. He takes me clįt between his teeth, softly tugging on it, causing me to let out a high pitched moan.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers before adding another finger. I clench around him, softly jutting my hips against his face, whining.

"You al-already know," I managed to force past my lips, before biting my bottom one to conceal yet another moan.

"Tell me. Now," he demands, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

"Fųck me," I whimper, covering my face with my arm bashfully. My breathe becomes quick and my heart begins to pound even more so than before.

"Be careful what you wish for," he chuckles. I still have my eyes closed, still am bashful. I hear the rattling of his jeans being taken off, along with the bed shaking.
Once the movement subsides, my breathing hitches and my heart skips a beat. I feel him align himself with my entrance. He thrusts in slowly.

Slowly at first, anyway.

I still have my eyes closed. It doesn't matter how many times that I've done this before. His hands run up my sides and to my chest, as he continues to thrust from the position he's in. He's on his knees, with my hips resting upon his hips while I lay on my back.

His pace starts to increase, him thrusting a little deeper now. His hands grip tightly at my hip bones, and I can feel how sweaty they are becoming. I hear the squeaking of the mattress shaking, his deep breaths and low moans, and the soft moans that escape my lips.

Suddenly he shifts forward, laying nearly parallel above me, his hands on either side of me. The position change causes him to go even deeper.

Damn, he's huge. I keep forgetting just how well endowed he is.

He grabs my arms, pinning them above my head.
"No hiding," he says in a low growl, then connects his lips with mine. His hair is sticking to his forehead. He looks so amazing.

I feel his hips begining to snap forward a little faster. My moans become louder, and I occasionally clinch around him. He lets go of one of my hands so that it can slip down to rub my clìt.

He kisses down my neck as I begin to pleasure myself while he fucks me into the mattress. He sinks his teeth into the crook where my shoulder and neck meets, causing me to slam my head back, arch my back, chills run all throughout me, and a loud whimper to escape my lips.

He pulls almost all of the way out, then slams back in. I start rubbing myself even faster. Our hot breaths intertwine, him continuing his movements.

"All fours," he whispers near my ear in a raspy voice. I listen and move.

I feel him grab my hips and then begin to quickly slam into me. I keep rubbing, feeling my thighs tense and shake. His pace is fast and rough, his nails digging into my skin.

"Cum for me."

"Don't hold back."

"Fuck, you're so tight."

"You're killing me, feels so good."

"Cum for meeee."

I shake, hitting my high, falling closer down to the mattress, my chest rising and falling incredibly quickly. My heart feels as if it's going to beat out of my chest and explode.

He continue to thrust, his pace not easing up for a few minutes.
He then pulls out, grabbing my hair and leading my head down to his member. I eagerly open my mouth, and he spares no time to begin quickly fùcking it.

Tears well up near my eyes, but I know it won't take him long. His pace quicken slightly, his thrusts going deeper. He thrusts as deep as he can, tightly holding my face against his mid section and releasing.

I choke it down, gagging a little in the process.
He pulls me up for a long kiss afterward. The way he holds my face when we kiss, the way he always takes care of me, and the way he's always there... He drives me crazy, makes my heart skip a beat... I can't stand it.

I wish he was mine.