5sos Imagines xxx

Watch and Learn.

It was one of those days. I had gotten up, decided to go to work in a pair of stretched out jeans and a plain black shirt, and sat at my receptionist desk all day miserably answering phones and being wrongfully rude to people who asked me questions as they went to talk to my boss. Then I tried to pick up dinner for Michael and I, but when I checked in the bag while I was stuck in traffic I found that they had given me the wrong order. We all had those horrible, everything-is-wrong days.

I parked in the driveway and headed up to the house, finding the door unlocked, something Michael would have killed me if I had done. He said that he and I were too distracted all the time, and someone could come in at any moment. I would have scolded him for it jokingly, if I didn't walk into the living room to find him all too distracted.

He was sitting on the couch with his back to me, watching something that was getting really hot really quickly within the two seconds I had stepped inside. As soon as the door shut, he switched it to the food network. "What are you doing?" I asked skeptically, knowing he thought I hadn't seen.

"Uh, I was thinking we could try making this tonight--" He stood up quickly, seeing the paper bag in my hands. "Oh, you already picked something up. Nevermind."

"That was the Playboy Channel, wasn't it?"

"Babe, it's Rachael Ray," He shook his head, walking over to me. He was shirtless, his hair looked like he'd run them through his hair a million times that day and he didn't bother to fix it.

"Your zipper is still down," I laughed, putting the food on the kitchen counter. Michael followed me in. "Did you at least have tissues or something? We like, just got that couch."

His face turned bright red. "Are you mad at me?"

I rolled my eyes and laughed, giving him a kiss. "I've had a long day, the last thing I care about is what Playmates you were watching."

I kicked off my shoes by the door on the way back to the living room, then I plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote. Michael sat next to me, and instead of going on the guide and picking something to watch, I simply clicked "last".

"Um, what are you doing?"

"What?" I smirked. "If this is what you want to watch, this is what we'll watch."

 The two on screen were in a sitting room as well, and the girl as bent over with her hands on the coffee table as the man pounded her from the back. When I say pounded, I mean it. It almost didn't even look enjoyable to me, but I could tell Michael was getting something out of it. His face was red and he kept gulping down lumps in his throat.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, sliding my hand down the front of his pants.

Michael was already hard, it only took a few pumps before he looked over to me and grabbed my wrist. He lunged forward, pressing his lips to mine and pulling my hand from his pants. He pulled me down on the couch underneath him. crawling over top of me and dropping his hips against mine. 

I broke the kiss to pull my shirt over my head and toss it behind the couch, so he yanked off his own jeans and kicked them to the end. "I wanted you before you even left for work," He muttered against my lips, then started at my neck.

"You should have never let me leave," I breathed out.

He kissed down my neck, then started nipping at my chest before looking up at me with a wink, "You're right. Now I'm gonna have to be ten times rougher for all that wasted time."

He pulled at my jeans, sucking at my hips and I told him not to hold back. He didn't.

We were both down to our underwear and he yanked me to my feet, spinning me around so my back was to him. "Hands on the coffee table," He demanded, turning the TV off. It was quiet. I looked back at him, puzzled. He explained, "Well, I'm not gonna compete with a porn star! Hand on the coffee table, now."

I did as I was told, bending down and planting my palms firmly on the table. Michael slid my panties down to the floor, dropping his boxers and rubbing his tip agonizingly around my entrance. "I'm about to make your day so much better," He told me, rubbing his tip around my clit in tight circles. I let out a whimper, hoping he'd stop teasing me. This was supposed to be my idea and instead he had me begging.

He slid in slowly, letting out a sharp breath before picking up the pace. He rocked into me, able to make my knees shake quickly. He kept going, harder and harder until I could hear the legs of the table scratching slightly against the tile floor. I was wrong, it was very, very enjoyable.

"Michael, baby," I whimpered, a moaning mess. I was unraveling in his grasp.

"Not yet." He pulled out, pulling me up then laying me back on the couch. He spread my legs apart, dropping his hips into me once more and keeping the fast pace that he had before. He kissed me deeply, our chests pressed against each others as we gasped for our through moan filled kisses.

He collected my hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling my head back and sloppily biting at my neck. That set me over the edge, and I let out a loud moan, arching my back and cumming around him. He continued to slam into me a few more times before finally releasing himself and collapsing on top of me.

"All day to plan it," I panted, playing with his hair. "And that was it?"

"Ha, fuck you," He chuckled, then moved up to plant a soft peck on my lips and flash a cocky grin, "Oh, wait."