I’m The Best You’ve Ever Had Pt. 2 // m.c
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Warnings: smut; 18+ minors dni
A/N: @thicc-bread always here to save my ass with edits and to make me write things lol. Here we gooooo, enjoy!
Part 1//Part 3//
You hear a repetitive knock at your door and you quickly head over to open it, expecting Calum with the pizza he’d ordered for movie night. However, when you open it you’re met with four tall Aussies, instead of one. Your gaze darts from Calum, to the other boys, landing on Michael whose eyes are trailing down your pajama clad body with a smirk on his face, and you look back at Calum, eyes wide with shock. Swallowing, you cross your arms over your braless, tank top clad chest. It had been a couple weeks since you’d seen Michael, you’d gone out of your way to avoid him after the party.
“Hey, Cal, did you, uh, forget something?” You raise your eyebrows.
Calum looks down at the box in his hands, “nah, I remembered the pizza this time.”
You glare at him and Michael shakes his head, chuckling, “she means us, idiot.”
A look of realization crosses his face, “oh shit… uh, Y/N I brought the lads with me, hope that’s cool,” he mumbles out, smiling sheepishly at you.
You roll your eyes, opening the door wider and walking away, not bothering to say anything more. Calum and the guys head to the kitchen with the pizza, but Michael hangs back, eyeing your sleep shorts.
“This how you always dress for nights in with Calum?” He asks cockily, eyes trailing back up to your chest. You send him a sharp glare, moving your arms to block his gaze and he smiles lazily at you, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, princess.” You turn around with a huff and head to your room. You quickly throw on one of the sweatshirts Cal has left at your place, and head back out to the living room area. All the boys are already sitting down eating pizza, and you see the only spot open is in between Calum and Michael. You plop down on the sofa with a sigh, tugging the blanket off the back of it and cover your legs.
“Thanks,” Michael says, pulling the blanket over himself as well.
You roll your eyes and cross your arms back over your chest, turning your gaze to Calum who is currently scrolling through your Netflix for a movie to watch. Once he picks one, you grab a slice of pizza and lean back to pay attention to it.
After two slices and one and a half movies, you find yourself relaxing into the couch, snuggling further into the blanket, until you feel a familiar hand on your thigh. You peer around the room, instinctively, to see if anyone has noticed the change, but you realize you’re covered by the blanket. You sneak a glance at Michael, who appears to be completely enamored with the film playing on your tv. Shrugging, you go back to the movie, or trying to at least. Michael’s hand is warm on your bare thigh, and you know exactly what his fingers feel like – you shake off your indecent thoughts. You were doing a good job too, until his hand slide farther up to reach the inside of your thigh, causing you to suck in a tense breath and regret not putting any underwear on when you went upstairs to grab a sweater. His hand pushes your loose bottoms to the side, ghosting lightly over your folds. One of your hands fists at the blanket, trying your best not to make any sort of noise. His hand stills for a moment, and you open your legs wider, giving him silent permission. He smirks and slowly runs through your folds causing you to shudder and goosebumps to run across your skin. You grit your teeth as one of his fingers circles your entrance, teasing you. You send him a small glare and he slips one into your already soaking hole, curling it forward.
“Always so wet for me, babe,” he mumbles quietly, so the others don’t overhear. Your thighs clench around his hand at his words, and you see him smirk from the corner of your eye.
He begins thrusting in and out at a quick pace before sliding another digit inside you, making your eyes flutter shut. You can feel your face heating up as he continues his silent torture. He begins scissoring his fingers, stretching your walls, and you let out a small whimper when he adds another finger. His hand freezes immediately, as Ashton looks over at you.
“You okay, Y/N?” Ash asks, brows furrowed with concern.
“Yeah, you don’t look so good,” adds Luke. Calum places his hand on your forehead, feeling how warm you are.
“Are you sick? You’re burning up,” his voice full of worry. You don’t know what to say, your words are stuck in your throat. The last thing you need is for any of the guys to catch on to what’s currently happening under the blanket.
Michael sees your flustered reaction and asks easily, “do you want us to go leave so you can get some rest?”
You nod silently and clear your throat, “y-yeah, sorry guys, I’m just not feeling great all of a sudden.”
The boys nod understandingly and start to get up, taking their dishes to the kitchen. Michael slowly pulls his fingers out of you, making you let out a quiet groan at the emptiness. He smirks at your reaction and leans into your ear, “I have to drop the guys off, I’ll be back in 15 minutes,” he whispers, before nibbling at the skin on your neck. He gets up, leaving you boneless on the couch with the blanket thrown haphazardly across your lap. The guys all leave you with ‘get well soon’s and a forehead kiss from Cal. Once you hear the door shut, you put your hands over you face and let out a loud groan and mutter, “fuck.” You get up with a sigh and throw the blanket back over the back of the couch, before grabbing the empty pizza boxes and heading into the kitchen. After tossing it away, you quickly grab the dirty dishes, placing them in the dishwasher. By the time you’re finished cleaning up, there’s a knock at the door and you head over to answer it. When you open it up, Michael’s lips instantly land on yours in a heated kiss and you both stumble back into the apartment, Michael kicking the door shut behind you. When you feel the end of the couch hit the backs of your knees, you break for air and he mutters, “I hate seeing you in his clothes,” as he rips the sweatshirt off of you.
“Didn’t know you were so possessive,” you say, raising an eyebrow at him.
He rolls his eyes at your response and mumbles, “you love it,” before kissing down your jawline to your neck. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it as he nips along your skin until he reaches a sensitive spot, and bites down harshly. His tongue smoothes over the newly bruised area before pushing you back onto the couch and climbing on top of you. His hands pulls at the hem of your shirt lifting it over your head, and they immediately grab at your bare breasts. “I didn’t get to play with these the last time,” he mumbles against your skin, before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His teeth graze over the sensitive skin, giving you goosebumps. He then tugs at the bud with his teeth, nibbling gently before swirling his tongue around it. Your back arches as he switches to the other side and continues his ministrations on you, his hand coming up to massage the other breast. He lips then make their way down your torso, licking and biting along the way.
“I’ve been wondering what you taste like for so fucking long,” Michael tells you, slowly pulling the soft fabric down your legs. His hands spread your legs apart, giving him access to the area he’s been salivating over. You feel his tongue lick a broad stripe through your fold, the feeling leaves you breathless, as you spread your legs farther, wanting him closer. “Mhm, that’s it princess, spread your legs for Daddy like a good little slut,” he says before gently taking your clit between his teeth, pulling on it lightly. You bite your lip to try and control your screams as he moves his mouth down to your entrance. His tongue slips inside of you, and you tug harshly on his hair, desperately wanting more. Your legs start to tremble when one of his hands moves from your thigh, to your clit, rubbing harshly and pulling every now and again. A familiar pit starts to form in the bottom of your stomach as he switches his hand and his mouth, thrusting two fingers inside you and pumping them at an unforgiving pace. You let out a loud moan as he curls them, pressing down harshly on the spongy spot, and you feel him smirk against your skin.
“Michael, please,” you groan out.
He hums against you, “what d’ya want, princess?”
“I – fuck – I want to cum.”
He chuckles lowly and smirks up at you, “you hate me so much, yet you’re begging me to make you cum.”
You roll your eyes and mumble a small, “please,” and Michael shakes his head, slowly sliding his fingers out of you for the second time tonight.
“Think I want you to cum on my cock,” he says standing up from his position on the floor. You watch him hungrily as he quickly slides his shorts and briefs to the floor, freeing his dick. “Hands and knees, doll,” he tells you while slowly stroking his cock. Licking your lips, you do as he says and turn to face the back of the couch, ass in the air. His hands run down your back to each cheek, massaging them roughly, and you feel his tip rub against your entrance teasingly. “Michael,” you say impatiently, and he clicks his tongue before ramming into you. You both groan loudly at the feeling and your legs already begin trembling from the stretch he’s creating. His hands grasp your hips tightly as he pulls out all the way before slamming back in again, settling on a delicious pace. You can already tell you’re going to be sore tomorrow, but you love it. The sounds of skin hitting skin reverberates through the apartment, it’s the only thing that can be heard other than your panting and the repetitive mantra of Michael’s name spilling from your lips. That is until a loud knock at the door sounds, causing Michael’s hips to stutter to a halt.
“Y/N?” Calum’s voice sounds through the door.
“Shit,” you mumble, turning back to look at Michael in panic.
“Just don’t answer, he’ll leave eventually,” he states, starting to roll his hips again.
Your eyes flutter shut as pleasure shoots through you, but you manage to stutter out, “he – fuck – has a key, Mike, you have to stop.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles before slowly pulling out, both of you groaning at the loss. He quickly grabs his clothes, and looks at you frantically as there’s another knock at the door.
“Upstairs. Hide in the bathroom,” you say, picking up your pjs in a rush and throwing them on. He rushes up the stairs as you make your way to the front door. Opening it to reveal your best friend, with soup and crackers. “Hey, Cal, what’re you doing here?” you ask trying to stay nonchalant.
“Just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Thought I’d bring ya some soup,” he says with a warm smile on his face. You flush at the idea of Calum going out of his way to do something so nice while you’re fucking one of his best friends behind his back. “So, uh, can I come in?” he asks, giving you a funny look. You glance nervously behind you before turning back and flashing him a nervous smile, “sure.”
He walks past you and heads to the kitchen, setting the soup and crackers on the counter. Turning to look at you with an unreadable expression, he asks, “you mind telling me why you were moaning Mike’s name when I got here?”
