𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

'Do I wanna know' by Arctic Monkeys (Michael Clifford Smut)

Summary: After Michael gets back from tour, (Y/N) decides it is time to clear things between the two and settle on what this relationship they are having is.

(Smut / Unprotected Sex) 

This is an NSFW imagine. If you feel uncomfortable reading stuff like this, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. 

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'Wanna come over?' I read the text over and over again. I sigh frustrated, scratching my head as I contemplate what to do. He has me hooked, pulling at my strings, however, and whenever he wishes. I swore to myself the last time I left his house that I would never crawl back to him, yet, here I am, moving my thumbs to reply to him the words I know he wants to hear from me.
'I'll be there in 30'.'
I barely have enough time to prepare myself, take a shower, and slip into some nice lingerie. I pick one of the pairs he brought me from his latest trip, as a gift, which turns out was more for his pleasure than mine.
"I am going out, don't know when I am going to be back, so don't wait up." I say to my roommate as I rush to pick up my stuff.
"Are you going to blondie's house again? What is it, the 10th time this month?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow at me as she curls on her spot on the couch.
"Jealous much?" I ask, shoving my phone in my pocket.
"Why would I be jealous? He is using you and you follow behind him like a damn puppy. But this is none of my business, so I will just wish you to have fun and be safe." She replies, picking up her phone and scrolling through it.

I drive to his place as quickly as I can, trying to forget what my roommate told me as I was leaving. She cannot be right, she just can't. It's not like that, not with him, not with us. I have stayed up whole nights thinking about it, sure. But I always told myself that this is not the case, this is not happening to us.
I park my car and take a deep breath, trying to calm my jitters before I exit the car and make my way to the entrance for his apartment block. I press the button next to the number of his apartment, doing a little dance to shake off my nerves as I wait to be buzzed in. Which I am, awfully soon after, so I am found in the elevator, traveling all the way to the penthouse while looking myself in the mirror and try to think of all the mind-blowing sex I am going to have in a few moments, but all the negativity that has been consuming my body for the past few minutes aside.
"Hey, pretty girl... Come in." He waits for me by the door, smirking down at me as I exit the elevator.
"Hey." I reply, almost coldly as I shove myself in the apartment.
"Want a drink?" He asks me, following behind me and shutting the door.
"No, thanks. Actually, scratch that. Can I have a double whiskey?" I truly need that drink, I truly need to numb my fucking brain right now and enjoy this.
"Sure..." He looks at me in the most strange manner he has this far. I brush it off, letting my purse on the couch before taking off my jacket.
"How was your day today?" He asks me as he pours my drink. His voice sounds uninterested, he is asking me just to ask, not because he truly cares. All I can hear in my head is my roommate's voice, digging in my head and asking me about this predicament of ours.
"I don't think I want to talk about it, sorry. How was yours?" I ask, sitting on the couch and waiting for him to come over.
"It was good. We finished a new song, played around with sound a bit. It was good. And now you are here, is bound to get better." He replies, handing me my drink with a drink.
"Yeah, I hope so." I reply, taking a big gulp of my drink.
"Are you ok? You seem a little bit off..." He comments, bringing the glass to his lips.
"I am just a little bit pressed. That's all." I reply, downing the rest of my drink.
"I can help ease that." He replies.
"Maybe after another drink..." I say, holding my glass in front of him.
"Are you sure you can handle that? If I remember correctly from the last party, you can hardly hold your liquor." He replies, hesitant to pick the glass.
"I will be fine. I am a big girl, remember?" I ask, shaking the glass in front of him frantically.
"That you are." He chuckles, taking the glass and standing up from the couch.