One Direction and 5SOS Preferences and Imagines

Michael dirty

Thanks so much for 1k I didn't even think my plbook would be this popular

You clutch the arm of the couch, bowed over and panting hard, your boyfriend's arms wrapped around your thighs as he presses his face up against the center of you, nuzzling into your wet folds and licking up the middle. You'd protested when he broached the subject perhaps half an hour ago, certain that you would suffocate him or fall on his head or something, but he had assured you it would be just fine.

You weren't complaining at all. With your nails digging into the thin cushioning, you can't help letting out a throaty little moan as the stiff tip of his tongue runs in circles around your clit before tracing over it in unknown shapes - that he'll tell you later were the letters that spell out his name - and then dipping down to poke it almost playfully inside you.

"Fuck, Michael," you groan, letting go of the couch to reach between your legs and thread your fingers into his pale green hair, unable to keep from grinding yourself against his face, the sensations of him licking and sucking at your center only heightened when he chuckles about your lack of self control. "Shit, shit..." Your thighs tremble and he digs his fingers into them, pressing in against you with more fervor, teeth grazing the sensitive lips and then actually pulling one between his to nibble and suck on.

"Michael!" you squeal and jerk hard enough that you know you're pressing his head into the couch for several seconds, but he doesn't let up, tongue diving into you to lick at the sweet liquid leaking out around his lips and nose and chin, only growing the closer you get to your peak.

Using his grasp on them, he pries your thighs apart to come up for just a moment of air and you look down the length of your shivering body to see his face glistening, pink tongue darting out to run out over his wet and swollen lips, collecting as much of you as he can taste.

"Almost there, babe," he assures you, his voice husky, lips curling up into a smirk, like he's trying to get the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop, only you're the sucker and your cum's the sweet treat at the end.

A shudder rolls through you and you gasp his name, not quite sure what you're asking for. But he just grins deviously at you, wiggling back down and spreading you further apart for him to delve in, lips wrapping around your clit where he suckles eagerly until you're bucking against his face again, hand fisted tightly in his hair and his name a mantra on your lips as sweat runs in tiny rivulets down your face.

He unravels an arm from one of your thighs, letting your knee come to rest against his shoulder and your eyes fly open to look down at him, lips parting to ask what he's doing, only you never make it that far because the moment he gives a hard suck on your clit, he shoves two fingers up inside you, letting them run deep and then hooking them on the way out, catching the most tender place there and rocketing you straight to orgasm.

"Michael! Oh, God, Michael!" pours from your mouth over and over as surely as you spill out around his questing fingers, his tongue running down to lap around them.

Your body tightens and clamps repeatedly on his fingers and he strokes you through it, cleaning you up eagerly with his tongue along the way and when he's sure you can't possibly hold yourself up any longer, he carefully slides you down his body, wiggling up at the same time so that he's soon resting between you and the couch's arm, your wet, clenching center straddling his stomach. He wipes his face clean with his other hand, offering your parted, panting lips the fingers coated in your juices. Your eyes slip shut as you suckle them for him and when you're done, he just pets your hair away from your face and kisses you hard on the mouth.

"Now do you see why I wanted to?" he says, with a shit eating grin and an "I told you so" tone of voice.

You're too tired to playfight back, huffing. "Yeah, well, now you're going to have to do it more often."

His grin spreads across his face and for one crazy moment, still coming off your high, you expect it to curl up at the ends like the Cheshire Cat. But all he says is, "With pleasure."