5sos imagines, smut, and preferences

Cute mikey

"Hey babe, I'm home," Michael's deep voice echoed through our shared apartment. I didn't answer. I stayed, laying in bed watching the tv on mute.

"Y/n? Baby?" His voice sounded more worried as I heard him shuffle through multiple rooms in search of me.

"In here" my quiet voice tried to squeak out as loud as possible, so quiet a mouse couldn't even hear.

"Y/n" he spoke, out of breath. His tall stature stood at the doorframe, his large coat loosely hanging onto his broad shoulders. His black and purple hair was sticking up in many different directions.

"Was it windy out?" I attempted to turn up the sides of my mouth and fake a smile but he remained expressionless at my terrible attempts.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" He gently pulled his arms out of the sleeves of his jacket and let it fall to the ground. The buttons clinked on the floor and I looked up from my spot on the bed.

Slowly, I lifted my head. "Yes" I responded flatly.

"No. Y/n..." He made his way to the edge of the bed. I buried my head under the sheets and my pillow, trying not to show him my face. "I know you're not okay. Please talk to me."

Michael knew. Michael always knew. On a typical day, I would be happily working on one of my drawings, blasting my music through the halls. Or I would be dancing around the kitchen, baking my favorite pastries. I'm always the one to greet him at the door, everyday.

"Mikey..." I trailed off, my bottom lip trembling slightly.

"Shhh shh shhh baby" he leaned down and knelt by the bed. His hand soothed my hair down. "Don't cry"

I squeezed my eyes shut. Holding back the tears. His voice came out a little shakier than the both of us were expecting "I love you. You know that, right?" I nodded my head as best I could "And you trust me, right?" I nodded again. "Then you have to tell me what happened if you want me to help you"

I nodded and he took my hand in his. His thumb drew small circles on the delicate skin. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. My gaze meet his. His eyes were as clear as ever.

"Charlie died" I held his hand tighter as the words left my mouth.

He blinked a few times, "who's Charlie?" Raising his eyebrows.

"My dog. Well, my parents' dog. They got him for me for my tenth birthday."

Michael still didn't seem to quite understand.

"He was my best friend."

He snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. I pulled my hand away from his and flipped over on the bed "stop laughing at me" I whined.

"Babe, I'm sorry it's just...he's a dog." He tugged at my arm trying to get me to turn around again but I tightened my muscles and didn't budge.

"Stop it. He was really important to me."

"I thought I was important to you."

I smiled and flipped back over to look at him. He still had a goofy smile plastered on his face. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute he was. His hand reached up and wiped away the wet tears on my cheeks. "Do you know what will make you feel better?"

"Cotton candy flavored ice cream?"

He chuckled, "no, sweetheart." He got up and started placing chaste kisses on my cheeks and along my warm forehead. "I little sweet lovin'."

"Mikey," I moaned his he pulled away the large duvet covering my small body. He ripped it away and sat between my legs. Shivers erupted on my body, feeling the cool breeze reach me.

He was sitting on his knees and held his hands in his lap, "you're such a cutie y/n"

I tilted my head to the side, looking up at him. Out of nowhere, I got a burst of desire and grabbed fists of his shirt and pulled him down so that his lips met mine. Michael was the first to pull away.

His eyes were glistening with lust. One hand reached to the loose shirt I was wearing and tugged it upwards. It was one of his old, worn out band tees. "Maybe. One. Day. I'll. Buy. You. Your. Own. Puppy." He paused slightly between each word he spoke and pulled the shirt up one inch at a time.

I smiled and lifted my upper body to allow him to pull the shirt over my head. His entire body fell on top of mine and he started nipping at my neck, mumbling random things to me, none of which really stood out.

The one thing I was able to hear was, "and you and me, we could take him on walks together, through the park, or visit friends. Just you, me and our family."

"Michael?"

"Yeah babe?" Finally lifting his head and brushing his nose against mine.

"Make love to me?" I giggled.

"Of course, beautiful y/n."

His large hands glided along my sides, all the way to my waist. A small kiss made it's way to my navel and on each hip bone.

Michael's index fingers hooked onto my panties. He quickly looked up at me before pulling them down, "You're so perfect. I love you y/n."

My hands went up behind my head and I leaned back, starting to finally relax for the first time today. He pulled my underwear down and flung it across the room.

He buried his head between my legs and all that I could see was his soft black and purple hair. His tongue softly licked up my slit and he sucked my throbbing clit into his mouth. He tugged at it with his teeth for bit.

"More babe," I moaned.

"Hmm?" He hummed at my entrance, glancing his eyes up at me.

"More," I tried to say louder and with more confidence. Michael didn't listen and didn't move from his spot.

Roughly, I pulled at the hair on the back on his head and pulled up back up so that his crotch was hovering directly over mine.

"Whatcha doing there sweetheart?" His hand cupped my cheek and he dragged the pad of this thumb under my eye.

"I'm trying to get you to fuck me, god dammit." I lifted my hips to meet his and started grinding against the bulge in his tight jeans.