I curled up on the couch with blankets, pillows and the marathon of american horror story, it would not stop raining all day, ruining my plans of doing nothing all day. Mikey was out at the studio with the rest of the boys recording their new album, he was going to be home any minute. Five minutes later Mikey stumbled through the door taking off his coat and hanging it up.
“Hey babe I’m home, Its pouring outside” he yelled from the front doorway, he walked in the room. “Yes american horror story!” he said, he leaned down giving me a passionate kiss as i pulled away.
“Ew your wet” i giggled wiping my face from his wet hair.
“You will be the one who is wet when i get my hand on you” he said leaning down to my neck biting the skin, he ran his tongue over the skin and slowly began to suck, a soft moan escaped my lips. His hand trailed down to the hem of my pants, a loud crash of thunder filled the house, i pulled away quickly.
“Jesus Christ” i muttered sitting up. Michael looked at me confused.
“Are you scared of thunder storms?” he asked, i looked down.
“Yeah” i said, he laughed “Grow up y/n”. Another loud crash of thunder hit, I cringed and slightly jumped.
“Well sorry for being scared” i said pushing myself up off the couch to stand up i took a step forward but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back on to his lap
“Hey C’mon baby i didn't mean that” he said nuzzling his head into my neck making me laugh. “We can go upstairs and i can take your mind off this thunder storm” he smiled.
