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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Michael_Clifford/Luke_Hemmings
  Character:
      Michael_Clifford, Luke_Hemmings
  Additional Tags:
      Muke_-_Freeform, Underage_-_Freeform, 16_year_old_luke, 20_year_old
      michael, babysitter, Panties, Dirty_Talk, Swearing, Masturbation,
      Grinding, handjobs, Smut, Fluff, Cute
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-09 Words: 2004
****** pretty things ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     lukes beautiful pale skin contrasted so well with the bright pink
     silky panties that were clinging to his hips. and michael couldnt
     help but take a closer look at what bulged underneath them.
Notes
     hello yes this is early!! this is just simple and short and lame. i
     added as much fuff as i could bc young luke. warning: sucky ending
     and sucky title
See the end of the work for more notes
luke hates michael, honestly. what kind of parents make the 20 year old meanie
next door babysit their 16 year old kid? does luke reall need a babysitter at
this age?
he does though, he might be 16 but he cant take care of himself. it was almost
impossible for him to care of himself for a whole day. he doesnt know how to
make food, other than cereal, and he always made his mommy do it. when hes
alone he doesnt do anything, and its not because he has issues or anything, its
just because he was just, his mental age was younger than 16. definitely
younger.  and he liked pretty things.
and he hated michael, for making fun of him for saying words like 'frick' and
'crap'. its not his fault his mommy and daddy said bad words were bad! and
michael said them.
on the other hand, michael absolutely loved luke. how precious and innocent and
fucking pretty he is. he loved when luke would wear his tight black leggings
and his big overnight shirts, even though he wore them all day. he loved lukes
high pitched giggle and he loved when he would get onto him for saying 'bad
words'. he loves making luke his favorite breakfast and seeing his face light
up when he smells it and running down the stairs. it hasnt even been 5 days
into the week and he already loves the boy.
"mikey mikey mikey!" luke comes running, his feet padding along the living room
carpet into the room michael was staying in. he jumps on michaels bed, sitting
on his knees with his hands in his lap.
michael smiles wide and sets his phone down, "what is it lukey?" he reaches his
arms out and luke giggles and he climbs onto michaels lap.
"i found something really pretty!" lukes eyes lit up and michael doesnt think
hes ever seen luke this excited. he sits up fully and wraps his arms around
lukes waist, "what did you find, sweetie?"
luke blushes because he really likes when michael calls him pretty names like
that. he giggles and pulls up his shirt up to the middle of his tummy. and
michael was definitely not expecting that.
"i found them in my laundry! ive never seen anything so pretty!" he bites his
lip in excitement and michaels jaw mustve dropped.
lukes beautiful pale skin contrasted so well with the bright pink silky panties
that were clinging to his hips. and michael couldnt help but take a closer look
at what bulged underneath them.
"theyre so beautiful lukey baby," michaels hands went to lukes hips and grips
and his thumbs rubbed at his silk covered hipbones.
"they feel so good on me!" luke rocks his hips a little and moves his hands
down to his crotch, feeling the silk and michael immediately slapped his hand
away, "dont do that."
luke frowned and dropped his head, "why not? i was doing it in my room!" he
points out the door.
michael couldve moaned at the thought, "its a bad thing. but theyre really
pretty lukey, can you stand up and show me some more?" and the boy was off of
his lap faster than lighting.
michael laced his hands together in his lap and totally didnt feel like a
pervert when luke stood in front of the bed with his hands holding his shirt up
to his tummy.
"turn around for me?" he moves his finger in a ciruclar motion. and luke does
it almost immediately, biting his lip and smiling as he does so. he looks over
his shoulder, "like this mikey?"
michael leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, "beautiful baby boy, come back
up here," he pats his lap. luke jumps back on the bed and crawls, literally
crawls, on to michaels lap, his hands around his neck.
"mikey can i please feel it again! it feels super good!" luke pokes his pink
bottom lip out, his sparkling blue eyes wide. michael wanted to say yes, wants
to watch lukes little hand between his legs, rubbing himself through his new
found panties and if he didnt feel pervy already.
"okay lukey, you can, but just for a minute okay?" michael says softly, running
his hands through lukes soft blond hair.
luke gasps, immediately moving his hand to pull his shirt up and his other hand
going between his thighs. michaels eyes flicker down to lukes hand who was
moving up and down so innocently.
luke sighs, his whole body relaxing, "it feels so good mikey!
you have to try it." he smiles lazily.
michael chuckles, "i know."
"one time mommy caught me and told me it was bad. i just woke up and my thingy
was hard as a rock! and i started playing with it and it felt really good. but
when she left i did it again and stuff came out of it. my whole body was
shaking! can i show you?"
oh my god, michael thought. how did the entire situation turn this quick? just
lukes words made michael twitch in his sweatpants. if luke only knew how much
michael did that on a daily basis. to the thought of him mostly.
"how often do you do it?" michael asks.
luke scoffed, "everynight of course! it feels so wonderful mikey why wouldnt i
do it everynight? i looked it up one night and it said that i should be quiet
around mommys and daddys, but its really hard. i have to bite my pillow because
im really loud. but i dont like holding it in because it makes me lose my
breath," luke pouted at the end.
michael groaned, "shit." he really wants to hear how luke sounds when he comes
and his little body shakes.
"how about this lukey boy," michael licks his lips, "ill let you make all the
sounds you want, as loud as you want, just for me okay? you cant tell anyone
else, do you promise?" michael felt a little guilty. actually not really at
all.
luke moans in relief and if only he knew how dirty he sounded. "i promise
mikey!" he then puts his hand in the panties and michael could see just how
small luke was in his hand. his little cock was absolutely cute and michael
wants to touch it.
"youre really pretty lukey," michael whispers softly, running his hand up lukes
big shirt.
luke blushes, "i- i think youre really pretty too mikey. i think about how
pretty you are when i do this, i don't know why but i do. it makes me feel more
better."
michaels amused now, raising an eyebrow and smirking, "is that right? what do
you think about?" he was now rubbing circles on lukes hips.
"uhm," luke starts but he gets cut off when he pulls down his panties a little,
so he can get a better hold of his 'thingy'. "i think about you doing this to
me, i dont know why its like my mind does it on its own. how silly is that?" he
giggles at the end.
"yeah," michael mumbles, his cock chubbing up, "that is silly." he watches luke
for a while, and tries to ignore his own throbbing cock between his legs.
luke reaches for michaels wrist, "can you touch it mikey? when i think about
you touching it, it makes me feel lots better."
michael honestly is 100% sure that luke knew all of this, and hes just putting
on an act. but he also knows 100% that luke knows absolutely nothing.
he says 'fuck it' to all the rules and grabs for lukes little cock, gripping it
better than luke did and pumped him.
"oh wow!" lukes eyes almost popped out of his head, "that feels way better!"
michael wants so scream, how could something so innocent coming out of
something so pretty be so dirty?
michael was painfully hard, and he comes up with an idea. "wanna feel something
better?"
lukes jaw dropped, "what could be better than this?"
michael unbuttons and unzips his jeans, sticking his hand down his boxers and
taking his cock out. lukes eyes went huge, and michaels surprised they didnt
burst out of his head.
"wow thats big," luke was fucking mesmerized. and michael was fucking horny.
"yeah it is baby," michael replies with a smirk and grabs both of their cocks,
jerking them off at the same time.
luke gasped, "mines touching yours!" he tried to be shocked but his eyes
started to flutter shut and his jaw was going slack. he made grabby hands for
michaels shirt and he clung to it, squeezing the fabric in his hands and rolled
his hips into michaels hand.
if michael wasnt turned on now...
"move your hips, just like that lukey baby," michael whispers, almost
breathlessly. no, definitely breathlessly. luke took his breath away.
luke hummed and started grinding his hips more, michaels hand on his bum for
support and guidance and lukes tummy began to twist.
"keep moving baby, just like that," michael stared at luke and how fucked out
luke looks already. if he thinks this feels good, he can only imagine what hed
think when hes getting fucked.
luke can feel it, he feels it coming deep in his tummy and his thingy and its
going to burst. michael could tell too, the way lukes eyes fluttered and his
face went pale, like all of his blood was draining down to his dick.
"mikey! oh frick! its coming!" lukes little hands find their way to michaels
hair and he tugs.
michael smiles at lukes choice of words and how his little body jerked forward,
how his dick could only shoot his cum down michaels hand and no further.
michael comes when luke finishes, when hes whimpering helplessly into his neck
and his hands clinging to him like a helpless baby, which is exactly what he
is.
michael hums when lukes whimpers another time, his muscles relaxing and he
squirms on michael. michael almost forgot what started the whole situation
until the fabric of lukes panties rubs against his thigh.
he pulls the front of them up, covering luke up. he was about to open his mouth
to talk but luke leaned his head up, hands still grasped to his shirt with the
biggest smile, "that was awesome!" then he pouted and looked down, "but i
messed my panties up."
michael chuckles and wants to kiss and cuddle the fuck out of luke. "it was,
and dont worry. we can always buy you new ones." he promises, thinking about
taking little 16 year old luke shopping for some panties.
luke sighs happily and snuggles into michaels chest, wrapping his arms around
michaels waist, "that would be nice, mikey."
michael just hums and reaches between them, tugging himself back into his
pants. he takes a minute to comprehend what just happened and he makes sure
luke is okay, who says he absolutely is.
lukes half asleep, straddling michaels lap with his short breaths in michaels
neck. michael rubs the soft skin of luke thighs, under his bum and he begins to
think. he wants to take care of luke like this, wants to hold him like his
little baby, love him. also fuck him, he wants to fuck him until he cant
breathe then cuddle and kiss the shit out of him.
he was about to ask how luke felt about that, until he hears lukes soft snores
and his muscle relax around his waist. michael decides to wait and start his..
his taking care of luke? he doesnt really know what to call it.
so he puts luke on his back and covers him up with the thick comforter, smiling
when lukes hand was still slightly grasped onto the back of his shirt and he
lays right next to him, not bothering to clean them both up right now.
and just like the previous nights, he falls asleep with luke on his mind.
End Notes
     kik: hmth01
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 him. “Yours,
sire,” he whispers, and doesn’t have to wait for the King to kiss him fiercely.
He’s a virgin, of course he is, but his body seems to know what to do better
than his mind does. He opens his mouth under the King’s assault, letting Jensen
have complete control over the kiss. He doesn’t want to fight anyway; he wants
the King to have him however he pleases. He moans happily as the King kisses
him soundly, playing with his nipple rings all the while.
“So sensitive,” Jensen murmurs, and turns Jared around to face him, only to
duck down and mouth over the silver rings on Jared’s chest. Jared cries out,
and one of his hands flies to grab at the King’s hair. Without thinking, he
presses his mouth closer. He can feel Jensen’s grin against his skin. “Like
that, do you?” He sucks the ring into his mouth, and Jared lets out so bastard
version of a scream, clawing at Jensen’s shoulder and head as the pleasure
keeps rising and rising and rising. It’s only when he’s completely worn himself
out that Jensen pulls away, licking his lips. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with
you,” he says, and then hoists Jared up in his arms.
Jared’s legs curl automatically around the King’s waist, as Jensen carries him
to the great bed in the center of the room. Jared hides his face in the King’s
neck as his anxieties threaten to return. Jensen already has two hands on his
ass, squeezing and kneading at the flesh there. If the hardness Jared can feel
is any indication, he’s pleased with what he finds.
Even though he’s a bit frightened, he lets Jensen lay him out on the bed. “Good
boy,” Jensen croons, and Jared watches wide-eyed as the King shucks off his
clothes, piece by piece. Finally, the man is naked before him, all strong,
sturdy, golden lines. But Jared cannot admire his body, not when his attention
is so riveted on Jensen’s cock. It’s fully hard, standing up and away from his
body. Jared licks his lips and then shivers.
Jensen grins as he notices where Jared’s attention is focused. “You’ll have my
cock in you soon enough,” he says, and climbs on top of Jared. His fingers hook
in Jared’s boxer shorts and drag them down Jared’s legs, without the King even
bothering to look away from Jared’s face. One hand comes up to palm Jared’s
cheek, and Jared leans into the touch, gratified by the kindness. “So
beautiful, Jared,” the King murmurs, and kisses him again, softer this time.
“Some day, I will take the time to worship your body as you deserve. But right
now, I must take you, and take you hard.”
Jared flushes, but musters up his courage. He lets his legs fall open. “I want
that, your Majesty,” he says quietly, and watches Jensen’s eyes darken with
lust.
“Needy thing,” Jensen comments, but his voice is gravelly with desire. He
hitches Jared’s legs up over his hips, and surges closer. “I will give it to
you, Jared. Everything your greedy little hole needs, I will give you.”
Jared is glad that Mike and Genevieve told him to stretch himself beforehand
when the King begins to press inside him. His hands flutter on the King’s
shoulders as he tries to relax. Jensen pets at his head, shushing him as he
pants under the pain. “You’re so big, your Majesty,” he hisses, and feels his
body tighten as Jensen pushes another inch in. “What if I can’t—”
Shushing him, Jensen strokes along his side. “You can take me, Jared,” Jensen
says decisively. “I know you can. You need this, don’t you?” Jared nods
frantically, squeezing his eyes shut at the ache. “Then take it,” Jensen
commands.
With those words, the tension in Jared’s body falls away, allowing the King to
slide all the way in. Jared gasps at that. He’s so full, filled with the King.
His hand falls to his stomach, sure that he should be able to feel it. Jensen
chuckles, and the sound vibrates through Jared. “I am not that big, beautiful,”
he says, and his hands come to grip Jared’s hips. “But I am big enough to give
you what you need, and give it well.”
Jensen begins to fuck him, short, hard thrusts that make Jared mewl and
whimper. He thrashes under Jensen’s hands, pinned in place by his cock.
Pleasure radiates up his body in bursts from his ass, and he cries from it.
It’s too much, too much. He’s too sensitive and Jensen is taking him so hard—He
doesn’t have time to adjust, to get used to things before Jensen is fucking him
still harder, still faster. “Sire!” he wails, and Jensen lets out a feral growl
before pulling his legs up higher around his waist, changing the angle of his
thrusting so Jared’s moans turn into screams.
“Yes,” Jensen hisses, and Jared can see his triumphant expression through
blurry eyes. “Scream for me, Jared, cry for me. You’re taking it so
beautifully—knew you would as soon as I saw you. And then the doctor checked
you—so sensitive. A hole like yours needs a cock, my cock.” He slams into Jared
before grinding against that spot inside Jared, and Jared feels an actual tear
roll down his cheek. “God,” Jensen groans, and leans down to lick it away. “So
perfect, Jared.”
It’s all growing, all these feelings inside Jared threatening to burst out. He
doesn’t think he can handle anymore. “Too much, too much,” he pants out, even
as his body pulls Jensen closer. “I can’t take it, your Highness, I can’t!”
“You can,” the King growls, and it is a demand. “You will take it, and you will
come. Come just from your little hole being pounded the way it needs to be, the
way its hungry to be had—”
Jared’s body arcs completely off the bed as he lets out a long, drawn-out
scream as his body convulses into orgasm. Somewhere, he can hear the King
cursing, feel him coming as well, but Jared is separated from it by his own
blast of ecstasy. His orgasm seems to go one forever, and it could well be days
later before he surfaces.
When he does, he is cradled in the King’s arms. “You did wonderfully, Jared,”
the King croons to him, and Jared curls closer, warm from the praise. The
King’s fingers run through his hair, and his eyes begin to fall shut. But
still, he hears the King saying, “I knew you would be my perfect one.”
The next day, he can barely walk. The other members of the Harem look at him
with envy, which only increases when he is called for again the following
night, when Jensen rims him until he cries. He is called the night after that
as well, to suck his King’s cock. And the night after that, so Jensen can chain
him to the bed and make him come only from the touching of his nipples.
Eventually, Jared is moved into the quarters next to the King’s. When he next
sees his parents, three years later, he appears as the King’s First Concubine.
Sitting, curled on his King’s lap, Jared does not feel an ounce of shame.
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