5sos imagines

Michael - Try Hard

*slight smut warning.*

Mikey:

"Almost home now kitten, about five minutes. See you when I get there! xoxoxox"

You giggle as you read the text from Michael and become giddy as you skip around the house your adrenalin building up. Michael had been gone for a few days and even though you were used to him being gone for months at a time, him leaving so soon after he just got back, even for a few days, made you needy and lonely.

The five minutes dragged by as you impatiently moved around the house, fixing the already tidy things and trying to find some thing to do while you waited. You put on music to calm you down a little and surprisingly, it helped.

The front door opening sent your heart in over drive as you met Michael in the hallway, taking his shoes off as he laughs at his own clumsiness. When he sees you, his lips break into a warm smile and you skip to him and pull him in close, breathing in the faded smell of his deodorant and plain him. You sigh in content as his hands find their way around your waist and lift you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as he cups your thighs with strong hands. You alway loved his hands, and you adored it when he played video games or the guitar. He yawns in your ear as he makes it to the couch, carefully sitting down with you in his lap and looking at you with tired eyes.

"You should go to bed Mikey." You laugh and he smothers a yawn.

"I wanna spend time with you." He mumbles sleepily and you run a hand through his hair, always a different colour.

"You need sleep first baby. I'll always be here." You laugh and he lets his head fall onto the back of the couch, neck exposed to you as you place soft kisses on it, up to his jaw.

"Come sleep with me." He begs in a breathy voice and you lightly peck his lips as he leans his head back forward to look at you.

"I'm not tired." You shrug and he whines in your ear.

"Please kitten. I need you. I've been without you for," he yawns loudly in your ear, "too long." He huffs and you laugh as you help him off the couch.

"Okay baby." You whisper as you lead him to your bedroom and help him out of his clothes and into sweats to sleep in. He insists you wear his shirt and you happily welcome it, being deprived of him for too long. As you climb into the bed, he immediately pulls you against him and hides his face in your chest. You find yourself drifting off because if the lack of sleep you've had without him and before long you're falling asleep in his arms once again.

. . .

"Mikey?" You groan as you roll over and search the sheets for him. You look out the open widow to see it slowly getting dark and pouring down with rain. You sigh as you roll out of bed and stumble to the living room where you can hear Michaels play station making noise and his curses as he stuffs up. You see him sitting with his back to the couch as his eyes flick over the screen.

"Hey kitten." He greets you as you sit behind him on the couch and kiss his exposed shoulder. His eyes are still trained on the screen as you slowly trail your fingers over his skin but you can see him definitely being distracted by you.

"Are you hungry?" You mumble as you leave open mouthed kisses on his neck.

"U-um, y-yeah." He stutters and you leave one more kiss to his jaw before jumping up and looking for something to eat. You see him roll his neck around and shake his head while trying to focus on his game, his fingers briefly letting go if the controller to touch his neck where you had just left your kisses and a few very light hickeys, now proud knowing you unnerved him.

While you make him food you hear his constant stream of curses and giggle as you see him sat forward in focus, eyes only for the screen. When you set the plate in front of him, his eyes go to the hem of his shirt that you're wearing and widen in shock because you're normally quite self conscious and put something on under the shirt, like shorts or sweats. As his eyes lock onto your legs, he gets killed again in his game.

"Fuck!" He yells and you giggle. He gives you a hard stare before pulling you down onto him and falling back on the ground, pulling you into a position till you're straddling him.

"Did you die Mikey?" You coo and he growls playfully.

"If you weren't distracting me so much with your amazing legs I wouldn't have." He chuckles, squeezing your thighs in emphasis, making you blush. He sits up and brings you into a heated kiss, his hands trailing up over you butt and under the shirt, softly moving up your bare back. You reach down and harshly palm him through his sweats as he moans in your mouth, letting his head fall back in pleasure as you continue to press your hands against his growing bulge.

"Baby stop." He breathes. "It's been so long and I can't hold on that long anymore." He begs desperately and you smirk as he forcefully removes your hand and pins them on his shoulders as his lips attack your neck, sucking and biting on the soft, sensitive skin. His hands lift the shirt off of you and throw it to the side, everything stops as he looks at the spot under your breast that he never got to see since you got the tattoo.

"You actually got it..." He breathes in wonder and you squirm as he brushes his thumb over the anchor, matching the one on his thumb. He laughs and you shove his hand away and he pulls you tight against his chest.

"I did." You nod slowly and he rocks you from side to side before passionately kissing you.

"What made you change your mind?" He breathes, lips still pressed to yours as you think.

"I missed you like fucking crazy." You whisper hotly while undoing the tie on his pants and struggling to get them off him. He shifts to get them off as you realise he's not wearing boxers. He chuckles darkly as he rolls you over and strips you of your underwear, eyes darkening with lust and he kisses down your body.

"I missed you like fucking crazy too." He growls and you try to wriggle away as he pins you to the ground with warm hands and lowers himself between your legs.