Kiss Me Imagines ✔

Pasta - Michael Clifford

It had been a late day for you; you had to take the night shift at the health clinic. Michael was out with Calum and the boys doing a meet up, but had just texted to say that he was on his way back home. You force yourself out of bed and your almost-sleep and throw on one of Michael’s smaller shirts and a pair of too-big sweatpants as you head to the kitchen. He’s always hungry after a Meet up.

You hear him come in the house. “How was the Meet up?” you call out.

“Good. Simple, quick and fun” he replies as he walks into the tiny kitchen, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

You look him over to make sure he’s as okay as he says he is before turning back to the stove. “Pasta okay?”

“It’s great. Ashton said to tell you that he and Luke will be over for dinner later, not Ash coz he has Carl’s over.”

You roll your eyes and Michael grins at you. You move past him to get the pasta from the top shelf of the pantry. The top shelf is just slightly out of your reach, so your shirt comes up and your sweats slip down slightly so that the top of your lacy red panties is visible. You feel Michael move behind you as he grabs your hips and starts kissing your neck.

“Michael,” you huff irritably, “You could help me here. Short people and tall shelves do not mix.”

Michael chuckles into your skin, but lets you go to grab the pasta. “Wasn’t that difficult, short stuff.”

You punch him in the side, but lean into him as he wraps his arms around you and he kisses the top of your head. You feel him take the pasta from you as he says, “Go sleep, I can make my own food.”

“Are you sure?” you blink slowly up at him.

“Yes, babe. You’re about to pass out. Go sleep.”

You nod slowly and kiss him lightly before padding off to the bedroom. You don’t even make it under the covers before passing out, sprawled all over the bed.

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You wake up an hour later to hear Michael cursing softly as he comes into the room.

You look up blearily, “Michael, baby, you okay?”

Your only response is to feel his body on yours and his breath on your neck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Y/n I need you. NOW. Please?”

You’re slightly confused at what brought this on, but after three days away from Michael, you are more than willing to have sex with him. Nodding, you start taking his shirt off. Apparently he is extremely impatient, as he quickly divests the both of you of all clothing except underwear and your sweatpants.

Michael quickly kisses down your body, stopping right where your sweats have ridden down and the red lace is showing. He kisses all along the line of lace, then slowly eases your sweatpants down.

By now, you are more than awake.

“Michael my, baby, please,” you babble incoherently.

Fortunately, Michael understands what you want and he slides your panties down. After a few minutes of playing he alternates between diffrent 'Techniques'. Your hands are in his hair pushing him closer, and his hands are at your thighs, spreading you even further open. Just when the pressure is starting to build and you’re about to come, Michael pulls away with a smirk on his face.

You lean up on your elbows and whimper slightly at the loss of him, but greedily drink in the sight of his toned stomach as he slips his boxers off. You reach out and grasp his hard member, spreading the pre come down the thick shaft as Michael throws his head back and groans.

Michael pushes you softly back on the bed, rolls on a condom, and then hovers over you, his member nudging at your entrance.

“You good?”

You smile softly up at Michael. Even in the heat of the moment, he was still making sure you were okay with having sex. You nod, and whisper, “Fuck me Michael Cliffor.”

With a groan, Michael pushes all the way in. You gasp as you feel him start moving fast, almost frantically.

“So fucking tight,” he mumbles in between kissing your neck, “ God I missed you. Three days, three long ass days.”

You run your hands down his back, tangling one in his hair and curling the other around his shoulder, bringing your chests closer together.

Michael is still kissing your neck and whispering how much he’s needed you when he reaches down and starts massaging you, still thrusting relentlessly. Within moments, you feel yourself coming, moaning at the sensation and the continued stimulation. Michael continues to pound into you, though his pace becomes more erratic, and you can tell he’s close.

You lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “Let go. Come for me Michael.”

Michael stiffens and groans and you feel him relax into your body as he comes down from his post-orgasmic high. He slowly pulls out and disposes of the condom before joining you under the covers in bed.

You snuggle into his chest before asking, “So what inspired this pleasant surprise?”

Michael chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head before responding. “Excess adrenaline from the Meet up.”

You’ve been together long enough to realize that Michael is lying. You prop yourself up on one elbow to look at him. “Bullshit. What’s the real reason?”

Michael looks at the wall before answering. “Just seeing that barest hint of red lace peeking from under your sweats… I don’t know. It was just really sexy.”

You roll your eyes at Michael before cuddling back into his chest. “Well I will keep that in mind. Now, we have three hours before I have to get up and cook dinner, so nap time.”

Feeling his arms go around you, you drift off to sleep, happy and loved.