5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

Love in an elevator: Michael Smut

Hey guys, so here's the deal, a girl inboxed me & requested I do individual smut imagines for the boys.

She requested a specific topic for each of the boys.

Michaels being elevator sex.

The request came in a few weeks ago and she wants remain anonymous I guess.

I think this writing kinda sucks so if you don't like idc. Lol.

I wrote in like 30 minutes.

So try to enjoy.

Don't forget to leave me slutty comments ya sluts. Love you 😽

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Love in an elevator: Michael one shot

You pressed the button, illuminating it in a soft white.
"You know, you always press the button to go down?" Michael said in an almost cocky matter-of-fact tone.

You scrunched your nose and turned to him, "I do not."

He nodded, his expression sure, "You do. It's like a control thing or something."

You rolled your eyes, tossing his random words to the back of your head to join the forgotten shopping lists and other unimportant memories.

The stainless steel doors parted, and you stepped into the small box, him following you.

You reached your index finger and clicked the button with a '1', heading for the ground floor.

"See!" he exclaimed, his hand flying to show your action just proved him right.

You laughed lightly, "See what? I pushed a button!"

He shook his head, "No, you don't get it, you're such a control freak sometimes, and I haven't said anything, but it's even affecting us, in other...places." He uncomfortable tone seemed to ease a bit.

At first you were a bit confused until a figurative light bulb went off in your head, "Wait, you mean...?" your voice trailed off suggestively.

"Yes I mean there!" He retorted. "It's nice once in a while, but sometimes I like being in charge of things." A slight blush crept into his cheeks.

You tried hiding your smile, you found this to be the cutest thing. Him getting so flustered over this.

"That's it!" His palm slapped the emergency stop button of the elevator, and it came to a halt.

Your body lurched a bit as the moving box stopped, suspended.

"Michael, what the fuck are you doing?" you shouted.

His eyes stared into yours, his irises a darker shade of green than you were accustomed to.

"Don't. Speak. A. Word." he said, sternly.

You were lost for words, simply nodding to show your acknowledgement.

His lips were crushed to yours in a rushed kiss, him clearly asserting dominance.

His hands shoved you to the wall, your back smashing against it. His tongue pushed your lips apart, entering your mouth.

Your head spun as you ran low on air as the kiss intensified.

His hands were pressed to the backs of your thighs, as one slid under the hem of your dress.

His fingertips dipped into the waist of your panties, and dropped them from your hips, letting them collect by your feet.

His mouth attached to your neck, nipping at the spots he knew would keep you far from quiet.

He knew every inch of your body, what made you tick, and what made you weak, and he had the worst intentions to go along with it.

His hand slid between your legs, fingers tracing between your folds. "You're so wet already, you like this change in pace." he mumbled into your neck.

You rose your hand to his head, fisting his hair, as he thumbed over your sensitive clit.
He undid the button of his jeans, pushing them down just enough, dragging his underwear along with them.

He pushed at the backs of your legs, giving you the green light to jump.

Your legs wound around his waist, his erection pressed to you. His tip rubbed at your entrance until he thrust completely into you without hesitation.

You gasped for air, careful not to moan.

He held himself inside of you while he secured you between the wall of the elevator and his body. His hands pressed firmly to your hips as he began thrusting upward into you.

You clung to his neck as he filled you with each movement.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, keeping yourself uttering a sound.

His hips became more forceful, your body shaking in his arms.

He paused for a moment, one of his hands flipping your chin to meet his gaze,

"Look at me." he demanded, giving your cheek a small slap.

Your eyes were glued to his, until he continued.

He pressed himself into you, deeper than before. You orgasm approaching quickly.

Your thighs trembled as every muscle in your lower half cinched.

"Not yet." He commanded, feeling you significantly tighten around him.

Your head fell to the wall, trying your damnedest not to lose it.

You were painfully close to your climax when Michael ordered you to finish, "Now."

You unwound to the sound of his voice, your orgasm taking control of your body.

He quickly pulled out right after and jerked himself off, spurting onto your stomach.

He pushed himself back inside of you, allowing both of you to calm down.

He pulled out, setting you down, and pulled his boxers and jeans back up, redressing himself. His eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

You steadied yourself on your wobbly legs, leaning into the hand rail for some much needed support and pulled your panties back up. He handed you a tissue from your bag as you both chuckled at the sight of the mess he left on you.

After you wiped yourself off you smoothed your dress back down.

You looked up at him, "I've been missing out." You laughed.

He smirked, "So no more control freak?" He laughed back.

"I can try to tone that down." you spoke gently.

His lips ducked to yours, kissing you quickly. He reached and hit the button, allowing the elevator to move once again.

When you reached the bottom floor of the apartment building, the doors slid open, and you were greeted by the faces of several of awaiting fans.

If they only knew. You thought to yourself as you exited, your hand taken firmly in Michael's.