Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

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

https://michael-u-r-yelling.tumblr.com/post/137206884710/royal-pain-in-the-arse-pt-ii

Warning: SMUT

"UGH!"

I flopped back on to my bed. I am going to kill him. I am really going to kill him. "Whoa, Y/N, what is wrong?" Sophy asked, closing my bedroom door behind her. "It is that...that heathen!" I hissed, "Prince Michael!" "Alright, lets get you out of that dress, I do not know how you breathe in it! Just sleep it off, Y/N. I am sure he shall be more tolerable once you have gotten a good night's rest," Sophy assured, hugging me. "Thanks, Sophy. What would I do without you?" I smiled. "Probably go insane," She laughed.

I felt his hot breath on my neck, a welcome change from the cool night air. "It is late, Princess," he scolded. "Come inside." "I like to watch the stars," I shrugged. "Y/N," he said softly. "Yes?" I replied absent-mindedly. "I cannot stop thinking about you," he confessed. I whirled around. "You are pathetic." "I am in love. I was from the moment I saw you. But, truth be told, love is a pitiful thing, is it not?" he mused, stroking my hair. "Do not touch me," I hissed "You are-" "Your Lord? Your husband?" he interrupted. "Not yet, you-" He cut me off with a kiss. I pulled back to slap him, embarrassed, but he caught my hand. "You shall regret that," he hissed. "Oh yeah? Make me." He stared at me a moment. "As you wish." He kissed me again, hungrily, and it awakened something in me. I wanted this man, whether I had the audacity to admit it or not. I wanted him all. I grabbed his nightshirt and pulled him closer to me, pushing my tongue into his mouth. "Y/N," he started, pushing me off of him. "No," I interrupted. "Do not speak. Just...love me." He stood there a moment, staring at me. And then he picked me up, pushing me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly as I pressed my mouth back on his. "Wait, Y/N, are you sure about this?" he asked, pulling away again. "Yes," I sighed in exasperation. "Watch it," he reminded me, before crashing his lips back on to mine. He made his way back inside, where he laid me gently on the bed. He broke away to pull his nightshirt off, and I will admit that I whimpered a little bit at the loss of his lips. He laughed a little bit, and I pouted. "Eager, aren't we?" He raised an eyebrow. I circled my hips against his, and he let out a low groan, prompting a giggle from me. His eyes went dark. "You think that is funny, Princess?" I stared into his eyes, biting my lip. "I shall give you something to laugh about." With one swift movement, he had my hands pinned above my head. He kissed me again, harder and deeper, simultaneously grinding his body against mine. His hands released my wrists and traveled to my breasts, massaging gently. "May I take off your dress?" he whispered, kissing the sweet spot underneath my ear. I nodded, and I felt his hands moved up my legs, pushing my skirt higher. I sat up and held my arms up, so he could slide my dress off. He pulled it off with ease, never looking away from me. He threw it off to the side and looked my naked body over slowly. Instinctively, I curled up into a ball, embarrassed. "No, Y/N, do not do that," He smiled, kissing me softly. "You are beautiful." And that was it. With 3 words, he had managed to capture my heart. I was his, mind, body, and soul. No one had ever called me beautiful before. His hand drifted in between my legs as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. He rubbed his thumb over the other one as his remaining hand toyed with my clit. "Michaellll," I groaned. "Yes, love?" He chuckled. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips and whispered "Who is laughing now, Princess?" Okay. That was it. No more patient princess Y/N. I wanted him, this instant, and I was tired of asking nicely all the time. "Pants. Off. Now," I managed to choke out as he rammed 2 fingers inside me. "Yes, your majesty," he smirked. I glared at him, until his fingertips brushed a sensitive spot, and I threw my head back, gasping. He pulled his fingers out to quickly shimmy out of his pants. He hissed at the cold air on his skin as his erection released, slapping against his stomach. He laid back on top of me, kissing me with a fervor and passion that rivaled anything I had ever seen. He positioned himself at my entrance. "Tell me if I am hurting you, or you need me to slow down, okay, my love?" He said, kissing my forehead. I nodded, and he eased himself into me. I cried out at the sharp pain. "Y/N? Am I hurting you?" he asked, a sudden fearful tone in his voice. "I- I am fine. Just move." The pain soon turned into pleasure as he picked up the pace. "Oh my God, Michael," I gasped, digging my nails into his back. "Do not stop." I felt a fire burning in my belly, his thrusts were kindling the flames. He built up a rhythm as we both got closer and closer. He hit a sweet spot that sent me into high state of euphoria, my back arching and legs shaking, and he followed close behind, groaning my name. He pulled out and collapsed next to me, sweaty and panting. Satisfied and spent, I quickly fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke with a start, covered in cold sweat. The morning sun shone through my window, illuminating the room with a soft glow. It was all a dream, just a dream. Sophy would be around to wake me up soon. She would certainly get a laugh out of this. I managed to push myself out of bed, ignoring the sharp pain in between my legs. A flash of red caught my eye. There was a small spot of dried blood on my bedsheets. Soreness, blood, those were symptoms. The realization hit me hard. Oh dear God. It wasn't a dream.