#cockslutmichael

you were laying on the tour bus couch, eyelids drooping as you scrolled through your phone to try to stay awake as you waited for michael to get back from the promotional event that ran late. the bus door opened, all of the boys and managers walking past you, but no michael. finally you saw your lanky pale boyfriend walk through the door, eyes sleepy and shoulders slumped from exhaustion. before you could stand up to greet him, he put his knees on the couch before laying on you, pressing his cold body to yours. he nudged your sides with his hands, and you lifted your hips up so he could slide his hands under you, around your waist. michael rested his head on your chest then lazily kissed your collarbones and neck in a manner he’d never done before. “michael what are you doing,” you asked with a low laugh. “jus’ wanna cuddle, babe,” he mumbled back in a tired, high pitched voice that made you weak at the knees. you set your phone down and wrapped your legs around his, running your hands through his coarse fluffy hair and closing your eyes.

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