Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

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

https://michael-u-r-yelling.tumblr.com/post/137661625875/royal-pain-in-the-arse-pt-iii

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It wasn't a dream.

Okay, breathe, Y/N. It is not the end of the world, you simply had intercourse with a man that you are not married to and happen to despise. OH MY GOD I HAD INTERCOURSE WITH A MAN I AM NOT MARRIED TO AND HAPPEN TO DESPISE. But, we are to be married anyway, so I suppose it makes it kind of okay? Maybe? I could not stop myself from hyperventilating. Oh my God, this is a nightmare! I took a deep breath and screamed "SOPHYYYY!" "Y/N? What is wrong? Are you okay?" Sophy asked frantically. "Sophy, I did a bad thing," I whimpered, curling into a ball on the floor. "Y/N, stop it! You are scaring me!" I let out a shaky breath. "Michael and I, erm, we..." I trailed off, too embarrassed to finish. She cocked her head at me. "Go on." I pointed to the rumpled bedsheets and watched as the gears turned in her head and everything clicked. "You and Michael fornicated?" she hissed. I nodded sheepishly. "Oh, Y/N," she tutted. "What was it like?" "Excuse me?" I asked, perking up. "Was he a good lover? Is it how people say it would be? Did you see stars?" She asked excitedly. "Sophy, that is not the point! But yes, it was wonderful! It hurt a little bit at first, but then I felt like I was floating on a cloud or something! Sophy, he was amazing!" I gushed. "Oh, you lucky thing!" she sighed. "But...everything has changed now," I said quietly. "I don't know if I still despise him." "Maybe that is not a bad thing?" she suggested with a smile. "Maybe." "Alright, Y/N, up! The king and queen are expecting you for the morning meal. Hurry up and dress!"

"Good morning, darling!" my mother called from the table. "Come, join us!" It was time for breakfast in the great hall. I dutifully took my seat next to Michael, hanging my head in shame. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked, fingertips grazing my arm. "Do not touch me," I said quietly, reaching for a plate of food. "We are not married yet. It is improper." He stared at me, shocked. "As you wish," he sighed, loud enough for only me to hear. "But, Y/N, we must talk later," he insisted. "There is nothing to discuss. Please pass the bread."

"Hello, Ashton!" I called. He looked up from his work and gave me a friendly wave. "Haven't been working too hard, have you?" "N'ma'am. Just mucking the stalls, out of the heat, thank God!" Aside from Sophy, Ashton was my best friend. Father hired him as a stable boy a few years ago, and we had grown close over time. He was like a brother to me, but you should see the lust that clouds Sophy's eyes when he is near. Ashton, like most members of the male species, are unfathomably clueless, although everyone could tell that he wanted Sophy as well. "Erm, Ashton? May I ask you a question?" He nodded. "When are you going to begin courting Sophy?" He let out a high-pitched giggle. "Sophy? Our Sophy? Absolutely not, she is like a sis-" "Ashton Irwin do not finish that sentence. Sophy is mad about you and always has been, and you are too. Subtlety has never been your strong suit. You had better hurry because she is coming to Australia with me when I am married. I'm sure you don't want to be bachelor farmhand forever?" I questioned. He bit his lip, deep in thought. "I'm going to go find Sophy," he said suddenly. "There's a good lad! Have fun, and be careful. Sophy is a wild one." I winked. He nodded and then turned and dashed away. I chuckled. If only I was as happy as Sophy would be.

MICHAEL'S P.O.V.

Lovely. She was mad at me. I thought I had done okay last night. She seemed pretty satisfied. But now she doesn't want me to touch her, even in a cordial manner, because it is improper? I knew around this time she would be doing needlepoint in her chambers; if there was any time to talk to her, it would be now.

A familiar looking servant girl walked past me, keeping her eyes to the floor. I think I had seen her with Y/N quite a few times. "Wait, it is Sophy, yes?" I asked with a smile. "Y'sir, Prince Michael." "Just Michael," I laughed. "You musn't be so formal. Would you mind telling me where the princess is?" "Y/N does not wish to see you," she said quietly. "Yes, well, I wish to see her." She looked at me, a hard look crossing her pretty face. "Sophy!" I heard a deep voice call from behind me. I turned around, and the owner of the voice stopped in his tracks. He was tall, but a bit shorter than I, with long curly hair and hazel eyes. "Oh my, your majesty," he said, quickly bowing. I turned back to Sophy. "She is in her chambers, is she not?" "Um, Princess Y/N is not interested in your company, your majesty," the man said apologetically. "Which is what I told him, Ashton." "Sophy, I must speak with you," he said urgently. "Is something the matter?" She asked. "Right, well, if you will just tell me where the princess is, I will be on my way, and you can begin your discussion," I said, clapping my hands together. "She is in her rooms," Sophy said slowly. "Excellent." I turned to begin walking when Sophy put a hand on my shoulder and spun me around, eyes burning into mine. "I know what you were up to last night. Y/N is very upset. I don't know if you hurt her, or-" "I did nothing she did not want," I replied, brushing her hand away. "You hurt my dearest friend, and I shall kill you myself, understand? I do not care if I end up in the gallows for treason. You will treat her like the queen she will be some day and respect her, are we clear, your highness?" she hissed. I gulped. "Yes. I admire your loyalty." "C'mon, Ash," she said, taking the stable boy's hand and leading him down the hallway.

I slowly opened the door, and saw her perk up at the sound. "Y/N? May I come in?" "No," she said sharply, not even taking her eyes off her needlepoint. "Y/N, I-" "You should not be here," she hissed, still not facing me. "We need to talk about last night-" "No!" She stood up abruptly, throwing her needlepoint down into her chair. "We should not have done that, we must pretend it never happened, it is-" "Inappropriate?" I interrupted. "Precisely," she responded with a curt nod. "Improper?" I questioned, taking a slow step towards her. "Michael, what are you doing?" she asked quietly. "And it is wrong, and it is bad, and we should not?" By this time, we were so close our noses were practically touching. "Yes," she gulped. "It is unladylike-" I silenced her by pressing my lips against hers. "Who are you trying to convince here, princess?" I chuckled. She whimpered against my lips, rubbing herself against me in an attempt to get some friction. "Patience, my love. I knew you'd change your mind about not liking my hands."

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This is the last part the tumblr author has posted so I guess we're left on our own to imagine how the rest of the story goes. Personally, I believe they go on to live happily ever after, and they are most definitely sexually satisfied lol