5sos Imagines xxx

Stay Quiet, Stay Still. (Michael Clifford)

I hadn't looked at the clock in hours, ignoring in the pain in my wrists from constant typing. If I didn't submit the article to my editor before midnight, I'd be put back to writing about high school club events and local sports teams. As I went over my notes I'd taken from the show one more time, I decided that I now hated 5 Seconds of Summer and I never wanted to right a review on them ever again.

THEY SOUNDED FUCKING AWESOME AS USUAL SO WHAT I CAN'T WRITE A PAGE ON HOW AMAZING THEY ARE BECAUSE THEY'RE ALWAYS THAT FUCKING WONDERFUL AHAHAHHA SHIT

I slammed my fingers down on the keyboard in frustration, not sure how to expand on the band's wonderful performance anymore. I hung my head, letting out a sigh of relief looking away from the bright screen. Just as I was about to lift my head and get back to work, I felt hands grasp onto my shoulders from behind and thumbs dig into by back, rubbing circles in my tired muscles.

"That article is coming along.." Michael chuckled. "Creatively?"

"I've got an hour to finish three more paragraphs and I have nothing more to say," I replied quietly, letting his hands work their way around my shoulders until his thumbs found the back of my neck and he stopped.

"Aren't you gonna ask why I'm home so late?"

"Sure," I replied, not really caring as long as he kept the massage going. "Where have you been?"

"I made a stop on the way home," He said and I could practically hear his smile. "You're gonna love it."

"Pizza or Chinese?" I yawned. Michael loved acting like getting take-away was this big thing when we really did it three times a week.

"Oh, no, it's not like that." He pulled his hands away from my shoulders and spun the desk chair, grasping the armrests and leaning down towards me. I felt my eyes widen as he smirked, "That article? It's done."

"But I--"

"Quality not quantity, right?"

"Mikey, I--"

Before I could say anything else, he lunged down and pressed his lips to mine. I didn't have time to reject before his hands moved to my waist, grasping my hips tight and pulling me off the chair and against him. I clutched his upper arms and pulled away a bit. He had my attention. "So what did you pick up?"

He didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and yanked me with him as he ran through the house. He swung me in front of him when we got to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and walking towards me with a determined look on his face. I stumbled back a bit, surprised by his charisma, stopping when the back of my knees found the edge of our bed.

He grabbed my hips once again, spinning me around and using one hand to bend me over slightly. "That's what I picked up." A black plastic bag with nothing but a red arrow-heart on it sat on the bed. Michael let me go and gave me some space. "Well, open it."

I grabbed the bag and peeked inside, seeing things I never thought that Michael would bring home. I reached in slowly, pulling out each item individually. A pair of handcuffs, a mini-vibrator, a blindfold, and a collar/leash set. Shocked, I spun around, "Michael, I--"

"Sh," He said quickly, putting a finger to my lips. "I decided against the ball gag because I thought you could handle it. So from now on, you've got to be quiet unless I tell you otherwise. Okay?" I nodded, gulping down the nervousness in my throat. He smiled, "Good girl."

He started in on my neck, biting down gently and flicking his tongue against my skin and blowing on the wet spots. The cold sensation sent a shiver down my spine and I held my breath, trying not to say anything as he started to pulled my shirt over my head.

After tossing it in the dirty clothes pile, he grabbed the handcuffs and pulled my hands behind my back, clicking the cuffs tight. He kept his stance behind me and trailed his fingertips lightly across my stomach, then down the front of my pants, resting his chin on my shoulder.

He used his his middle finger to trace down my slit, curling it inside of me and pulling it back out quickly, moving to my clit. He rubbed hard figure eights against me, nibbling on my earlobe and chuckling as I squirmed. I grasped his t-shirt in my bound hands, a whimper-like moan escaping my lips. He pulled his hand away at the sound and said in a low voice, "I guess you can make sounds now."

"Thank you," I gulped. He nodded to the bed and I climbed up, laying on my back. He moved to adjust my cuffs so that I was still bound, but my wrists were being held above my head cuffed to the bedpost as well. He yanked off his shirt and tossed it across the room, grabbing the blindfold and taking away my vision.

I heard the bed squeak as he moved down toward the end. "Now, if I let you speak, you've got to stay still. Can you to that for me?"

"Yeah, Michael, I can do that,' I lied, knowing I'd be a shaking mess within minutes.

"Good," He replied seductively, and I heard the vibrator click on. A wave washed through my body as a prepared for the sensation, which he started at the inside of my knee and dragged upward against my inner thigh. He slowly pushed it into my entrance, and it felt longer than it had seemed when I looked at it.

I let out a cry and wished it would end, not sure if I could take it. I knew Michael wanted me to call out our safe word, he always wanted to prove he could break me. "Too much, babe?"

"That's it?" I replied, unsuccessfully trying to keep my voice from trembling as I involuntarily tightened myself around the toy.

"Oh, not enough for you?" Michael asked, climbing on top of me and crashing his lips to mine, wasting no time to use his tongue to explore every inch of my mouth. He reached behind my head, collecting my hair in his fist and giving it a pull as he grinded his hips down on me. What I let out was more of a groan than a moan as I struggling to keep my back from arching, but I couldn't help it. I pressed myself upward against Michael and pulled at the cuffs, causing him to break the kiss.

"I told you not to move," He tsked, the bed squeaking as he got off of me. I couldn't tell what he was doing but I knew I was going to regret letting myself move. He lost the seriousness in his voice, unable to hold back a laugh as he told me, "You're so soaking the bed!"

I didn't have a chance to reply, feeling Michael press his lips to my clit and suck gently. The pleasure was so intense that I let out a shriek, my hips jerking up again. He pulled away and yanked the vibrator out of my without warning, the sudden loss of sensation sending a shock through my body. It only lasted a moment, while Michael slammed himself into me a second after I heard his zipper.

I told myself I could take it, but between him yanking on my hair, biting down on my neck, and thrusting into me deeper each time I didn't have the strength to tell him to stop and I didn't want him to. I yanked at the cuffs, the chain scratching against the bedpost. My legs shook, a tight knot growing in my stomach.

"Fuck, Michael!" I screamed, unable to hold back any longer.

Michael continued through my orgasm, the sounds I made struggling to breath bringing him closer and closer to finishing. He pulled out at the lest second, cumming on my chest. He collapsed beside me, catching his breath before uncuffing me and taking off the blindfold.

"Let's take a shower, then we can get take-away and you can finish your article, okay?" He smiled, kissing my cheek and getting out of bed. I wasn't ready to move yet, still in shock. Walking into the bathroom, he asked, "Pizza or Chinese?"