5sos Imagines xxx

Two Is Better Than One.

"Fuck," Michael grunted, snapping another guitar string trying to tune it. He'd been messing with the new toy all day, when he should have been paying attention to me. I'd tried everything, from rubbing his shoulders to laying out on the couch in front of him like the girl on a the page of a playboy he'd bookmarked. Nothing was working.

Finally, I decided to just say fuck it. I went to the bedroom, stripped out of my clothes and left on nothing but my skimpy, new, black and white panties. No bra was needed. I brushed out my hair and nodded at myself in the mirror before confidently walking out of the bedroom. It was time to pull a few strings of my own.

I headed stright for the kitchen, not making eye contact with Michael, but I could feel his gaze follow me as I turned the corner. I pulled open the fridge and grabbed a pink lemonade wine cooler, smirking to myself as I heard him say in a confused tone, "Babe?"

"Yes, baby?" I asked, walking over back around the corner and leaning in the doorway, taking a sip of the fruity drink.

"What are you doing?" He asked, putting the guitar down and looking me over.

I shrugged, "I'm just having a drink."

"Okay, right, I see that," He said, standing up and taking slow steps over to me as I gulped back the light beverage. "But what are you doing to me?"

I put the empty bottle on the counter and stepped up to him, leaning forward and whispering, "Nothing, yet."

With a look of determination and lust on his face, he kept stepping forward, grabbing my hips and pushing me backward. He spun us around so that his back was to the wall. His hand found my ass and he pulled me against him. "These are new."

"I thought you'd like them."

He ran his fingers through my hair, then traced circles around my nipple. "I'd like them better if they were off."

"That's your job," I smirked, watching a devious grin creep across his lips.

His hands moved from my ass down the back off my thighs, picking me so that I'd wrap my legs around his waist. I slipped my arms around his neck, leaving little kisses in all his favorite spots. He chuckled quietly, carrying me to our bedroom and laying me back.

"I think we can agree that things have been a little boring lately." He told me, dragging his fingertips slowly down my arm as he lounged beside me. "But I have an idea."

"Yeah?" I shuttered.

"Touch yourself," he told me, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

This was an odd request coming from him. He moved to the end of the bed, kneeling down and sliding my panties off, leaving me completely exposed. He kissed my inner thighs, adding quietly, "Just like you would if I weren't here."

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as he got off of the floor and gave me some space. I thought about what I was thought about when Michael wasn't in the room: him, on top, giving me exactly what I want. I was already wet, and the thought was making me drip. I moved my hands down my body, spreading my legs a bit more and rubbing at my clit gently. I started slow, swirling my fingers around my entrance a few times, whimpering gently. I rubbed a little harder, tilting my head back and moaning Michael's name. I could hear him groaning to himself as he watched.

It should have been Michael pushing me off the edge and making me feel this way, I shouldn't have had to do it myself. My chest heaved, the knot formed in my stomach threatening to unravel. I let out a loud moan, signaling Michael that I was about to cum.

"Stop," he ordered. I brought my hand away and rested it on my stomach, trembling at my own touch. Michael had his pants around his ankles now, pumping himself slowly with his jaw dropped slightly. He let go of himself, grunting, "My turn."

He grabbed my hips and flipped me face-down on the bed, thrusting into me with no hesitation. His chest was pressed down against my back and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I took the sheets in fistfulls, my moans suppressed in the mattress. He let out a loud moan, sucking at my neck as I shook beneath him.

He buried his face in my neck, throbbing inside of me. With no warning, he pulled out and came on my back. I hated when he did that, but in that moment I didn't care. I let Michael flip me once again, licking from my entrance to my clit in one motion and letting euphoric waves wash through my body as I moaned and panted.

He held my jerking hips still and licked me clean before laying beside me. He kissed my cheek, sighing, "I still have to tune my guitar you know."

"You can do that after we take a shower," I giggled, hitting him with a pillow. "I'm sticking to the sheets."