5 Seconds Of Summer (5SOS) Imagines & One Shots

Home Late (Michael Clifford)

ANOTHER SMUTTY ONE SORRY NOT SORRY!

You wait, fiddling with the covers of your bed. He isn't coming back. You know that, he went out drinking and probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning when the boys drag him home, completely hung over. You sigh and roll over, trying to get some sleep.

You hear the front door open and you glance at the clock. 1:34. You hear footsteps on the stairs and the bedroom door flings open. Michael trips over the rug and swears. You sit up and switch on the light.

"Where the fuck have you been?" You look at Michael, his hair is messy and stuck to his forehead with sweat. He turns his head as the light blinds him and you notice a purple bruise on his neck. It's fresh, you definitely didn't put it there.

"Where have you been Michael?" You repeat, you can smell the alcohol rolling off him.

"Shut the fuck up Y/N." You bite your lip, Michael speaks harsh words when he's drunk, it's not new but it still hurts. He begins to pull back the covers and climb into bed.

"Fuck no, we are not sharing the bed. Get out." You fold your arms over your chest but Michael carries on climbing into the bed.

"No, Michael." You begin to pull the covers from his grasp. He's stronger than you but he's drunk and weaker.

"Stop it Y/N! For fuck's sake."

"No!"

Michael pulls his hand up and smacks you hard across the cheek. You gasp and his face falls as he realises what he's done.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT MICHAEL!" You scream. He sighs and walks out of the bedroom.

*the next morning.*

You wake up and roll over, catching your reflection in the mirror opposite your bed. Your jaw is purple and bruised, you gently touch it, it's swollen and sore. The door creaks open and Michael shuffles in.

He looks at your face and cringes. You know that he regrets hitting you but you're completely petrified of what he can do now he's hit you once.

He sits on the end of the bed and reaches over, you automatically cower away.

Michael rubs his hands over his face, then runs them through his hair.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry Y/N, there's no way I can excuse myself for what I did, I know that. Just please don't be afraid of me, I can't cope if you're scared of me. Fuck, I'm such an idiot!" Michael puts his head on his hands and you scoot over to him. You pry your hands away from his face and a single tear trickles down his cheek.

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

You place a finger to his lips and then kiss them. His mouth automatically responds as his tongue tastes yours. Michael wraps his arms around your small body, scooping you onto his lap.

You rock your hips slightly, and Michael groans, meeting yours with his. You knot your fingers into his messy hair before kissing neck. The hickey you spotted yesterday has faded and you bite his neck, next to the old one. Michael moans and you kiss your bite better.

"That's for letting another girl try and make you feel the way I make you feel." You whisper into Michael's ear.

"Are you threatening me Y/N?" Michael looks you dead in the eye and you bite your lip.

"Bad move baby." Michael pushes you back on the bed before pulling up your top. He places feather like kisses down your chest, heading South and onto your naval. He reaches the waistband of your shorts and uses his teeth to pull them down.

You gasp as Michael kisses your heat before cupping it. You moan, and Michael smirks. He inserts one digit before kissing you again. Oh god, he needn't start moving as you're already close to your high.

"I'm close." You breathe but Michael removes his fingers.

"Bad girls don't get to come yet." You pout and Michael smirks before kissing your lips. He peels off his t-shirt and drags his jeans down his legs along with his boxers.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Michael kisses you gently at first, savouring your taste before pushing his tongue further into your mouth as he slowly eases into you. You moan and roll your head back.

Michael begins to thrust, pushing in and out achingly slowly.

"Faster." You demand and Michael chuckles.

"No baby, I want to show you how much you mean to me." He grinds his hips into you, hitting you right in your sweet spot.

You moan again and clench yourself around him.

"If you do that again, I'm going to come." You smirk and do it again. Michael swears before releasing himself. This is your undoing and your scream out Michael's name before his head flops on your chest. He kisses your nipples before easing out of you.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I promise I'll spend the rest of my life making myself up to you." You smile and peck Michael on the lips.