fighting with Michael had become a constant thing over the past years. usually about stupid things. you couldnāt blame the famous Aussie to be stressed, considering most of the new EP involved his voice, being on stage, touring more then at home with you.
you missed him like crazy when he was away, always on YouTube watching videos fans had recorded of the boys concerts. keeping up on Twitter and Instagram.
by the time he was home the arguments had moved from phone calls and text messages to yelling, throwing things, cursing, drinking, storming off. eventually it got out of hand. to the point Michael had a hand in the air threateningly. your heart slammed against your chest watching and waiting for Michaelās hand to strike against your cheek, awaiting the sting and the burn that would leave a vibrant hand print.
the sparkle that was always in Michaelās green eyes now drained out, showing his regret, anger, sadness. everything that spun in his mind. you did the quickest thing you could think of; Michael still hesitating with his hand in the air. you ran for the front door, grabbing the handle and tugging open the door. unfortunately Michael could move quickā¦.quicker then you realized.
he has pushed the door closed, skimmed and arm around your torso, and pinned you to the wall. āpause.ā it would have been a turn on if the situation wasnāt this bad. your arms had been pinned above your head. before you could process the familiar warm gentle lips that were being pressed to yours. Michaels hands had left your wrists, sinking down to your hips. there was a tug and you were off the ground. legs around Michaelās waist, arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.
Michael growled lowly āIām sorry, baby.ā in your ear just before your back hit the comfortable mattress you had called your āsecond homeā and before you could process how you got to the rom so quickly.
you looked up to the boy hovering over you, hands gripping onto the hem of your Pink Floyd t-shirt which you had always worn to bed. feeling the fabric rise off your body and over your head sent goosebumps to your skin, missing the warmth already.
his lips lingered over your skin, pressing butterfly kisses to your neck. the light nips and sucking caused your eyes to flutter shut.
Michaels lips traveled lower. he made sure to leave vibrant marks along your neck, collar bone, shoulders, most of your breasts. you tugged his shirt off running your hands over his torso. Michaels callused yet soft hands clung to your side before sliding to your back - bra being unclipped and throws to the floor. his tongue was felt nipping and sucking on each nipple, causing a small moan to leave your parted lips.
you could year his quiet moans and smacking of his lips against your skin, slowly guiding down your chest, torso and tummy.
once his finger were looped under the waist band of both your pajama bottoms and panties your mind quickly snapped into focus - knowing where this would go and what new situation he would put you in. however your mind also recalled the way Michael touched you. always gentle, careful to not hurt you. mind and curiosity getting the best you did nothing as your bottoms were both pulled off of you in one swift motion.
a warm sensation was pressed to your inner thighs, Michaelās hands spreading them apart.
as soon as his tongue was pressed to you, your back arched, reaching up and grabbing the sheets. your train of thought became fuzzy, the warm tingly feeling rising in the pit of your stomach. continuous moan made their way from your mouth, you could practically feel Michaelās smirk. he flicked at your clit knowing how crazy it would drive you. your hands reached down desperately tangling into Michael hair as you began to slowly climax. ādaddy stop..ā You moaned out quietly, hips bucking upwards. the smirk on Michaelās lips spread at the name as he lifted his head to you.
he stumbled forward onto the mattress as you pulled him closer, beginning to unbutton his belt. you moved quickly as Michael mumbled things in you ear, most that made you more eager.
you grabbed his length, pumping at a quick pace before pressing your lips to the head. your tongue ran over his slit, knowing exactly what to do. Michael grabbed your hair in a ponytail with one hand as you bobbed your head slowly. eventually you bobbed faster, taking in as much as you could. hanging here and there when he touched the back of your throat. a long raspy moan escaped Michael, his head being thrown back. you puffed out your cheeks before sucking on his head, earning a pornstar like moan. āfuck,
Y/Nā
as you pulled off of Michaelās swollen dick a chain of drool stayed connected to your lips and his top. you skimmed your tongue over you bottom lip almost as if erasing it. however it worked.
both of your bodies moved quickly as you laid Michael back, straddling him, and lining up. his hands gripped your breasts, groping them in a massaging way. you moaned at the feeling as well as the new feeling, Michael slowly being pushed into you.
it started slowly, you bouncing slightly as Michael moved his hands to your ass groping tight yet careful.
moans and heat filled the room. beads of sweat trickled down your bodies over time as you began to move faster, Michaelās hips thrusting upwards for more friction.
Michaels moans were deep, a few a tone higher. he was the splitting image of a porn model. his moan was nothing like those moan audios on YouTube, which /nearly/ made you let out a cackle as you realized it.
he moved in a certain direction, slamming into that lovely bundle of nerves called your G spot. this gained a loudly long moan, almost a scream from you. it was quiet high pitched which surprised you. you looked down eyes focusing onto the beautiful image under you.
the sweat on Michaelās skin made it look like he was glowing in the night lighting. his dyed blonde hair stick to his forehead, pink lips patented ever so slightly. the quiet grunts and moans reminding you of a kitten made you clue into how much you loved him.
but just as he slammed into your G spot again, your head threw back, tightly gripping Michaelās chest. āMm, ah, fuck daddy!ā it wouldnāt be a surprise if the neighbors came over in a panic.
soon your knees grew weak, inner thighs trembling. you knew your were close to squirting and you could tell Michael was close; just by the way his thrusts were sloppy yet faster.
āscream for daddy, baby.ā you heard Michael moan. and he got just what he wanted as he hit that spot rougher. you practically screamed a moan as you squirted over Michaelās lower chest. he came inside you. the warm substance making you shudder. Michael rode out your highs before you got off of him, cuddling up to his side.
he wrapped an arm around you as you say up for a moment, snatching Michaelās shirt from the floor. you slipped it over your head and cuddled up again. he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.
both of you panted, Michael kept mumbling over and over how sorry he was and heād never hit you. you could tell how sorry he was, and somehow knew it was an end to all the fighting.
āY/N?ā he mumbled as your ran a hand through his hair. āHm?ā āI love you.ā you gave a lopsided grin. āI lo-ā
your eyes snapped open quickly searching around the room. however you found yourself alone, in your bedroom with 5 seconds of summer merch and other band posters.
a frown crossed your lips until you looks down to the simple grey sweatshirt Michael had given you at a meet and greet for accidentally spilling coffee all over your shirt - which caused your dorky lopsided grin to cross your face once again.
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