Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Royal Pain In The Arse Pt. I (Prince!Michael) *

https://michael-u-r-yelling.tumblr.com/post/136992060300/royal-pain-in-the-arse

When Y/N finds out that she is to marry Prince! Michael of Australia, she's pissed. But things are about to get very complicated for our princess...

(WARNING, SLIGHT SMUT TOWARDS THE END)

"Married?" I whispered in shock. "Father, I-" He held up his hand to silence me. "You will marry Prince Michael of Australia, and that is final, Y/N," he said sternly. My face fell as I realized I had no choice. "Yes, Father," I said softly, before fleeing from the throne room.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Sophy cried, rushing over to me. "For God's sake, Sophy, I've known you since we were children. You musn't call me princess," I laughed, giving my best friend a hug. "Y/N. what's wrong?" Sophy asked again, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "I'm...I'm getting married," I said, still in shock. "I'm sorry, you're WHAT?" Sophy exclaimed. "I am to be married," I said with a deep breath "To Prince Michael of Australia." "I've heard he's so dreamy," Sophy gushed. "Sophy! Not the point. I can't marry him!" I said frantically. Her ears perked up at the sound of the trumpets from outside. They were here. Already? "Oh shit." I hissed. "Y/N! That is no way for a princess to speak!" she said in mock disgust, slapping my arm. "And that is no way for the help to treat a princess!" I laughed, flicking her. She sighed and gave me a hug. "I'm sure he'll be fine," she tried, rubbing my back. "Sophy?" I asked quietly. "Yes?" She responded, holding my hands. "Sophy, I want you to come with me to Australia." She looked at me in shock. "I'll need ladies-in-waiting, and-" "I'd love to!" Sophy squealed, hugging me so hard she almost knocked me over. "By God, Sophy, stop it, you'll crush me!" I laughed, pushing her off of me. She smiled and kissed my forehead. "Go on, time to meet your betrothed. Knock 'em dead, your highness."

I hurried down the staircase. I would be in so much trouble if I kept everyone waiting. I smoothed my dress, taking a deep breath. Alright, Y/N, here goes nothing. I opened the big double doors into the throne room.

MICHAEL'S P.O.V

"I am sure she will be down in a minute," Queen Leigh of The Northern Isles said anxiously. I heard the doors open, and I whirled around, faced with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Though she was small, she carried herself as though she was a queen (which she would be, some day). She held her head high and kept her posture ram-rod straight. Her pale skin glowed, and her gray eyes sparkled. She had on a simple light green silk gown with elbow length sleeves and a low neck, accented with gold detailing. A light green velvet choker with a oval pearl rested at the hollow of her throat, matching her earrings. Her hair was done up in light brunette ringlets piled onto the top of her head, accented with a small tiara. "Ah, there you are my dear!" King Christian rose from his throne to sweep his daughter into a hug. She stiffened as his arms wrapped around her. "Well," he sighed, "This is-" "Prince Michael, of Australia," I interrupted, bowing. Her eyes scanned me, clearly unimpressed. Wow. Most women practically threw themselves at the feet of a prince, me especially. Maybe I should have a little bit of fun with The Ice Princess. "Pleasure," she said coldly, holding out her hand for a kiss. "Oh, I'll try," I smirked, pressing my lips to her smooth skin. She yanked her hand away, glancing around the room to make sure no one had heard what I had said. "I am Princess Y/N of The Northern Isles," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Unfortunately, your future wife." "Y/N!" Queen Leigh hissed. "You will apologize to the Prince this instant." Y/N bit her lip, weighing her options. "No, Mother, I most certainly will not," she said harshly, turning on her heel and storming out. "I- I am so sorry!" Queen Leigh stuttered. I shot my father a look and ran after the her.

"Princess!" I called, jogging behind her. Shit, she ran fast for a girl. "Can I help you, my Lord?" she asked with venom in her voice, turning to face me. "My Lord, huh? I like it when you call me that," I winked. "You're vile," she spat, whirling around again. I grabbed her arm and spun her back around, pressing her back against my chest. "Where do you think you are going, Princess?" I smiled. "Away from you." "Ouch!" I replied in mock hurt. "And here I thought we might have a...loving marriage." I trailed my hand up her skirt to rest on her hip. She looked over her shoulder at me and rolled her eyes. Big mistake, Princess. I turned her and slammed her back up against the wall, making the paintings rattle. "How dare you roll your eyes at me," I hissed, pinning her arms above her head. "How dare you touch me!" She struggled against my grip. "Oh, you'll grow to love my hands," I purred, releasing her wrists, her eyes shot wide open as I tilted her chin up with my index finger, forcing her to look into my eyes. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She narrowed her eyes. "Oh, Princess, I kiss a lot of things with this mouth, it's rather skilled. My tongue is even better." She gasped at my brashness. I could have almost mistaken that gleam in her eyes for one of lust. "Unhand me this instant, you-" "Watch it, Princess," I warned. "You don't want to see me when I'm angry." She licked her lips, staring into my eyes. She almost looked like she wanted to kiss me. I backed up, putting my hands in the air. "See you at dinner, my love," I winked. "Better wear a different dress tonight, I'm already tempted enough to rip that one off and have my way with you right in the dining room." She scoffed at me, barely hiding the blush creeping up her cheeks as she turned and ran.

Y/N'S P.O.V.

"Sophy, he's vile!" I wailed. "Is he good looking?" she asked excitedly. "So good looking," I sighed. "Sophy, snap out of it! Yes, he's very pretty, but he's so...crude. I can't marry him!" "Y/N, why won't you tell me exactly why he's so bad?" "Because...I can't repeat it," I groaned. I looked out the window; the sun was setting. "I need to change for dinner," I sighed. "Why? The dress you have on now is just fine." I took a deep breath. "The Royal Pain In The Arse threatened to rip it off of me and take me on the table." Sophy stared at me, eyes wide. I grinned devilishly, an idea forming in my head. "I think I'll wear the dark blue one," I mused. "Y/N, that is a bad, bad, bad idea," Sophy pleaded. "Don't do it." I tossed my hair over my shoulder, a sadistic smile painting my face. "Two can play at his game. Now help me tighten my corset."

All eyes were on me as I glided into the the room. Michael's practically bugged out of his head at the sight of my dark blue gown. It hugged what little curves I had, masking the fact that I am practically a stick. His eyes were especially fixated on my breasts, which seemed about to burst out of the tight fabric.. I tried to contain my smug expression as I observed the growing bulge in his trousers. "Princess," he choked out as he stood and bowed. "My Lord," I replied sweetly, curtsying. He pulled out the chair next to his, and I sat down. "Thank you."

Dinner passed slowly. King Daryl and Queen Karen made small talk with my parents, about trade agreements and such. I just pushed my food around my plate and attempted to ignore Michael. I was doing very well, until the bastard decided to place his hand on my thigh over my gown. I cleared my throat quietly. "Erm, my Lord, what are you doing?" "I have no idea what you mean by that, Princess," he said equally as innocently. I swatted his hand away and did my best to dispel the unwelcome thoughts of his large rough hand back on my skin... Suddenly I felt a draft on my legs. What was- Oh my God. He was lifting up my dress. "Michael," I said through gritted teeth as I felt his hand on my knee. "Yes, Princess?" He smiled at me, moving his hand further up my thigh, to where he absolutely should not be. "Michael, stop it this instant," I hissed. "No," he whispered as I felt his hand touch me...there. I squeaked. His hand was very cold. "M-Michael," I stuttered. He trailed a finger up and down my folds, collecting the wetness. I gasped quietly as he flicked my clit. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. I am the Princess, and I am letting a man touch me under the table no no no this is so improper! He dipped a finger in me, shaking me from my thoughts. I stood up out of my chair, wobbling a little bit. "I'm, um, feeling ill. Please excuse me." I curtsied and scurried out the door, back upstairs to Sophy. I pretended not to see Michael smirking at me as he licked his fingers clean.