The two of you entered your shared flat together.
Michael had been moody the whole ride home, loosely holding your hand, staring out the window, and only answering you with one word responses. You knew something was up, but you didn't want to call him out in front of his friends, so you talked to Calum the rest of the way back.
When you walked into the living room he pulled his leather jacket off and threw it onto the back of the couch just missing the lamp that sat on the small side table, before storming away, without saying a word. You had dealt with angry Michael before, and you learnt how to confront him about it. In situations like this, it was best for you to let him come to you, rather than to annoy the information out of him, which always made him angrier.
You walked to the bedroom and stripped off your clothes before changing into one of Michael's baggy t-shirts. His clothes were always baggy on you. You kept your underwear on underneath as it was already quite hot in the flat, and Michael tended to be a personal heater at night.
You heard the shower running, so you went to the kitchen and made two cuppa's, something that usually calmed Michael down, or helped him sleep at night.
You walked back to the bedroom, kicking the door open gently with your foot, careful not to spill any of the soup on the carpet. Michael was sitting on the bed when you entered, dressed in only a pair of grey cottons. His now dyed red hair was hanging down over his forehead, droplets of water gliding down his skin. His fringe was covering one of his eyes, and all you wanted to do was to run your fingers through his hair and push it back and away from his face, but you knew better.
"Hi." You said softly, "I made you a cuppa. Your favourite kind, too." You reach out and hand it to him.
"Thanks." He mutters quietly, taking the cup out of your hand, and placing it on the nightstand without taking a sip like he usual does.
He moves his wet hair out of his face before he decides to lay against the headboard, his upper body propped up by the numerous pillows and cushions. He folds his arms across his chest, staring across the room at the painting you had bought him two years ago for his birthday.
You sigh silently as you watch him stare into space, making your way around the bed to your side and place the hot mug on the table before pulling back the silky covers and slipping in underneath them. You grabbed your phone and began to read your twitter mentions, answering some tweets Michael and the boys' fans asked you. You smile at some of the sweet tweets, favouriting one as you hear Michael speak up.
"Why are you so far away from me?" He murmurs, and you turn your head to see him pointing to the space between the two of you.
"Well, you're mad." You explained, shrugging your shoulders.
"Just because I'm mad at you doesn't mean I don't want you close to me." He says, and indicates you to scoot closer so your sides are touching his.
"So, you're mad at me?" You question, raising an eyebrow. "What did I do?" You began to think of something you had said or done to upset him but nothing comes to mind.
"Why don't you ask Calum?" His voice becomes louder slightly.
"Calum?" You had been talking to him a little more than usual lately when you saw each other, but it was just because you were friends. You were friends with all the boys, but Calum and you had more in common. Michael looked at you expectantly, as if he was waiting for you to admit what you did wrong.
"Michael, I have no idea what I did that has anything to do with Calum that made you so mad at me." You groan, sighing deeply.
He growled and leaned over to his nightstand, grabbing his phone off of charge, before entering his password in. You watch him curiously as he opens up his twitter feed, scrolling through his timeline before finding what he was looking for. He clicked on the picture, and passed his phone to you, and you raise your eyebrows at him before looking down to his phone, seeing a picture of Calum and yourself laughing at something. You's seemed to be quite close, but the picture meant nothing to what Michael thought it looked like. You closed the picture and read the caption of the tweet by TMZ reading, "Y/N just can't stay with one band member. She has to have them all."
"You don't actually believe this bullshit, right?" You're a little upset knowing Michael is mad at you because of this.
"I didn't believe it, until I began to see you and Calum were all close tonight!" His voice begins to get louder, and you can tell he's getting even angrier.
"I'm close to Calum because we get on, Michael! He's my friend, just like he's yours!" You raise your voice too, pissed at him because he thinks you'd actually stoop that low.
"Any boyfriend that see's their girlfriend close to another guy like that would assume something, even if it's our friend or not!"
"You should know me by now! I can't believe you'd actually think I would cheat on you." Your voice quiets down, and you shake your head at Michael.
"I don't want to, though. Do you realise how many people now think you're cheating on me with my best-friend?"
"I don't care about all those other people! All I care about it what you think, and it hurts to know you believe the media over your girlfriend!" You shout again, your voice cracking slightly. "I don't care if people think I'm cheating on you, when I know I'm not! I'm hugging you, kissing you, holding hands with you, going on dates with you, and being happy with you, not anyone else!" Your voice cracks at the end, a tight ball forming in your throat as you begin to feel like you're away to cry.
Michael stares at you with wide eyes, his lips parted slightly as he watches you breathe heavily beside him. You're shaking, and cold, but don't bother to move as you rest your head on your hands.
"I'm sorry." Michael says after a few minutes of silence. "I shouldn't let the media get to me like that. I love you, and I know you wouldn't cheat on me. I'm so stupid." His hand touches your back, and you look up at him.
"I'm yours, Michael. I have been since the day you asked me to be your girlfriend." Your voice is soft and still a little shaky. His hands that were once on your back, are now on your waist, his grip tightening, pulling you closer to him. His head leaned down slightly, inching closer to you.
"Mine." He whispered as stares into your eyes, and just like that his lips crash onto your own. Your lips pressed together in a sloppy mess but neither of you care.
He can't decide what to do with his hands. One minute they're on your waist, making their way to your hair and back to your waist again. When his hands rest on your hips, he decides to lift you up, and on to his lap, keeping your lips attached.
He slides his tongue across your bottom lip and you greedily open your mouth, his tongue twisting with your own. You felt his fingers dance along the fabric of his t-shirt, making their way to the front until they got to the hem. He slides his cold fingers up slightly, letting them gently press against the skin just above your hip. His mouth moves from your lips to your jawline, kissing every inch of skin, while you breath in and out heavily. You feel his lips trail from your jaw and follow a line down your neck, kissing every spot he could find, but moves his lips around until he comes to the spot behind your ear. The second his lips kiss there, a soft moan escapes from your lips and you feel him smirk against your skin.
His long fingers hook around the hem of his t-shirt, and pulls it up and over your head, making his lips disconnect from behind your ear just for a split second, before they're back on you, marking you continually. His hands came back down your body, resting them on your boobs. He massages them over your bra for a minute before be unhooks your bra like a pro. His lips reattach to your lips, his tongue instantly twisting and moulding with yours. His hands help your bra straps slid themselves down your arms, causing goosebumps to appear all over you.
Once your bra was off, leaving you in just your underwear, he pulls away from you, resting his head against the headboard. His eyes gaze over your bare chest and your stomach, and you watch him as he stares at you with lust.
"Stop staring and kiss me again." You say, and he chuckles.
His eyes meet yours again and he leans towards you, bringing his lips to your ear, "You're mine." he murmurs, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You nod in reply, your hands resting on his bare chest. He grabs ahold on your hands and places them on his shoulders, before his hands wrap around your back, before he flips you's over, a squeal leaving your lips as your back hits the softness of your bed. You spread your legs far apart, so Michael can rest his knees in between you, his hands placed firmly beside your head. His head goes back down to you, and he rests the tip of his tongue on your neck, drawing a line down towards your boobs.
He stops once he reaches your boobs, looking up you slightly, before making his way back up to your face, kissing your lips eagerly.
Your hands pull at the hem of his cottons as he kisses you. "Take them off please." You whisper once he pulls away and without a word he stands up from the bed, yanking his grey cottons down his legs, leaving him in only his Pickachu boxers.
When he crawls back to you, hovering above you slightly, his eyes that you fell in love with, scans your neck and chest, admiring all of the little marks he had left. You meet his gaze, giving him a pleading look. He smiles and leans forward, placing his lips on yours, but kissing you softly. You lift your head up, trying to deepen the kiss, trying to make it more rough and needy, but he pulls away slightly, his hot breath still able to hit your face. You whimper and rest your head back down, only for him to lean down again and place more soft kisses to your lips. You moan softly, trying to indicate that you want more.
Keeping your lips together he trails his fingers down the sides of your body (making sure to grab your boobs as he does so) until they hook onto your underwear. He slowly pulls them down your legs, his face backing away from yours as he pulls them down. When they're removed he begins to draw designs up your legs, leading all the way up to your inner thigh. His fingers lightly dance around your inner thighs, purposely avoiding the area you craved him most.
"Michael." You whine and push your hips toward him.
He smirks at you, pushing your hips back down onto the mattress. Finally his still-cold fingers touch your centre ever so slightly, and you find yourself squirming at the contact and the coldness.
Your whole body shivers as he says, "You're so wet for me." He begins to rub his fingers up and down you a little more roughly before pulling away completely causing you to whimper.
His fingers clasped onto your hand and pulls it down your body, until he presses your palm against his covered hard on. "You're the only one who can do this to me." His words slur together, and he pulls your hand away. "You're mine and mine only, and I'm going to make damn well sure you understand that."
He makes his way down your body, kissing every so often, and without warning he captures your centre between his lips, sucking roughly on your clit. You moan loudly, your hips arch up towards him trying to get more of his mouth. He pushes your hips back onto the bed. His tongue slides up and down your slit and back up to your clit, focusing all of its attention there. His hand trails its way up your inner thigh once more before he slowly pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to moan out loudly. It takes everything in your power for you not to push your hips into his face.
He slowly pumps his finger in and out of you, his eyes looking up to watch as you squirm and moaned for him.
"M-Michael, more." You moan, your hands pulling at his hair.
"More what?" he speaks against your clit, making your body vibrate. He pushes his finger in a bit harder, making you moan louder.
"Another finger." Your voice betrays you and comes out as an airy whisper as you throw your head back, closing your eyes tightly as you feel Michael chuckle against you, and presses another finger into you.
His tongue flicks quickly and roughly as his two fingers pumped in and out of you at a fast speed.
"Fuck, Michael." You groan, your hips slightly rocking into his mouth and his hand. His fingers continue to roughly push into you and pulling out slowly.
"I'm so close." You manage to say, and Michael instantly begins to suck harder and pump his fingers faster, curling them when they're deep inside you.
He cruelly pulls away from you, causing you to whimper at the loss contact.
"Michael!" You whine, and he laughs, fanning warm air over your face.
He didn't say anything to you, instead, he presses his lips to yours just as softly as before, not allowing the kiss to become any deeper.
He leans back up, kneeling on his knees between your legs, before pushing his boxers down his legs, dropping them at the end of the bed. His member freely hits his stomach, making your core throb even more at the sight. He leans back down to you and positions himself in front of your entrance.
He kisses your lips again, and you reach up and wrapped your arms around him trying to pull him down to you, but he keeps himself up while he pushes into you.
He hold himself above you, his hands at each side of your face, his hips moving towards you and pulling away at a slow torturous pace.
"Faster." You whine, fidgeting beneath him.
With your words his pace quickens, sliding in and out of you swiftly.
"Michael, ugh." You moan, running your hands through his hair, pulling slightly.
He leans down towards your ear. "Yes baby, say my name again." He moans.
"Michael." You sigh, causing him to groan loudly. He pulls out of you fully before pushing into you fast and hard. You let out a loud groan.
He continues to slam into you at a fast pace, causing your legs to shake.
"Who's the only one that can make you feel this good?" He breathes out into your ear.
"You. Only you." You say.
"That's right, baby." His voice is husky and deep, his thrusts hard and rough, the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall continually as he fucks you.
"Michael!" You didn't know how much longer you could hold on for, the pit of your stomach tightening with each thrust Michael makes.
"Come for me." He whispers in your ear, and just like that, you felt your legs stiffen and your walls clamped around him.
F-fuck!" you cry out and your eyes roll back, your back arching as you come around him. You felt him empty himself into you shortly after, his voice thick as he moans your name.
He pulls out of you, but still hovers above you, watching you come down from your high.
"I love you." he mumbles softly, and you open your eyes.
I love you." You lean up to his face, running your hand over his cheek, before pressing your lips to his. He breaks the kiss quickly, rolling off you, and you scoot over the bed slightly so he can get in properly. Once he's laying down, he wraps his arm around you, and you rest your head against his chest. Michael leans over you slightly to grabs the covers, and places it over yours and hit naked bodies.
"We forgot to drink our soup." Michael says, his voice slightly sad. You laugh against his chest, snuggling up to him more, not really caring about the soup.