Michael Clifford: Smut

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1. Sex and Candlelight

Tonight was mine and Michael's tenth date, and I must say, it was absolutely perfect. I don't know how it could be topped, but knowing Michael, he will find a way. I sit blissfully in the passenger seat of his car as he drives back to his house, his hand gently holding mine in his as his fingers intertwine with mine, consoling me in every way possible. He pulls into the drive and turns off the ignition, turning to face me. "Wait there, I need to do something inside first." With those words, he leaves me and rushes into the house.

What the hell, Mikey? I pout and cross my arms across my chest like a toddler, and the thought of ta toddler brings a smile to my face, and I find myself goofily smiling in the dark of the car, waiting for my gorgeous boyfriend to come back and get me. My head shoots up as a small light appears in my periphial, and I turn to face Mikey's house, watching him as he steps outside and strides over to the car. He walks around to the passenger side and opens the door for me, holding his hand out for me to grab, and I do. When I place my hand back in his, he tugs me forward gently and I stand up, giving him enough space to close the door. He tugs me again, this time with more force, and I crash into him, causing both of us to laugh. My laughter soon fades and I find myself looking up at him, deep into his eyes as his arms tighten around me, pressing against my back in a tranquil consolation that I've come to love so much. His eyes are a beautiful shade of green staring back into my hazel ones, and seconds later, his eyes shift from green to a dark grey, and I find myself lost in a trance, lost in his eyes. He unwraps his arms from my body and graps my hand in his, hurriedly pulling us towards and into the house. All the lights are off but small white candles, lit, lead the way through the living area and up the halls, into his room. The candles are scattered everywhere and I can't help but smile at what he's done. Yes, he expected to set the mood tonight, but no, it doesn't bother me. Honestly, I want this as much as he does and the timing could not be better. He leads me to the bed, and we both sit down, crossing our legs as we sit in front of each other, staring into one another's eyes. He leans forward and kisses me as soft as possible and lifts his hand to cup my cheek, the other hand placed gently on the small of my back, inching me closer to him. Breathlessly, I pull away from the kiss and sit up straight for a moment or two. He stares at me, bewildered, but I smile back at him and my hands find the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and peeling it off. His confusion soon turns to love and he repeats my actions with his own t-shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the floor. I lie back against the pillow and mattress and he leans forward, hovering over me. My skin flames at his touch as he peels off my jeans and panties before taking off his own pants and boxers. He hovers back over me, leaning down to plant a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

When he pulls away, he looks intently into my eyes, his full of hope, passion, lust, love. "Are you sure?" he asks, eyes still searching mine for an answer, an emotion. Anything. I can't find words, so I nod in response. Of course I want this. We've been friends since we were little, and now, in this very moment with Michael, in his bed, I've never wanted anything so bad before. "Okay," he breathes. He pushes himself up and stands to his feet. Disappointment strikes through my body but fades as he opens the top drawer to his dresser, pulling out a foil packet and ripping it open. He pulls the rubber from the packet, and places it on his huge hard-on, rolling it down over his shaft, careful to not leave any air in it. When he finishes putting it on, he lifts himself back onto the bed, hovering over me again, and positions himself between my legs. "Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Are you sure you're sure?" He looks down at me, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes," the annoyance is clear in my voice. Just fucking do it already.

"You're sure?" His voice is now playful, slightly mocking, and his eyes are aflame with joy. I laugh at how goofy he can be, even in such a state as this, but it makes me love him even more. I nod, a grin plastered across my face, and his facial expressions soon mimick mine. "Okay," he smiles.

With those final words, he eases himself into me. I feel a pinch from my insides, and I gasp, my hands immediately gripping his biceps. I screw my eyes shut as the discomfort that I'm feeling, and he stills, taking notice. "Baby, are you alright? We don't have to do this if you don't want to. We can stop and-"

I cut him off. "Don't stop. I'm just.. adjusting."

He buries his face in the crook of my neck and speaks softly against my skin. "It gets better, I promise." He lifts his head up and stares into my eyes. His eyes have changed from grey to blue, and within seconds, they're back to that dark grey that deliciously pulls at something in the pit of my stomach. "Can I move now?" I nod at him.

He pulls back slowly, his member moving back with him, and he eases back into me. He repeats this action a few times and the pain and discomfort fades, being replaced by pleasure and sensation. Oh. God this feels so damn good. His pace is slow and steady, and I find myself wanting more as the small moans escape my lips. Michael gets the hint, and picks up his pace a bit, pushing his lenth further into me. Holy shit. I didn't know I was that deep. I can feel the tip of his member pressing against my woumb, and sounds that sound like a mix of groans and moans are escaping my mouth, louder than before. He picks up the pace again, moving much faster, more rough, and I screw my eyes shut, seeing nothing but stars in the darkness. Oh god, yes. I dig my nails into his biceps as he slams into me fiercely, without remorse, and my screams are uncontrollable, uncontainable.

"Michael!" I scream, a paniced moan, warning him that I'm close to my climax. He pounds harder into me, slamming against my woumb harder than before, and it sends me over the edge. I come down in a spiraling web of breathless pants and screams, screaming his name again as I come around him. His thrusts are still hard but have become sloppier and he stills, screaming my name as he finds his release, spilling into the condom and collapsing onto me, shallowing out our breathing. "Whoa," I breathe. "That was..." I trail off, not finding the words to explain.

"Yeah. It was." His breathing is still heavy and his voice is still raspy. God damn, that's hot. He lifts himself and pulls out of me, making me wince at the loss of contact. He rolls over onto the other side of the bed, peeling off the condom and depositing into a waste bin before rolling back over to me and pulling me tight against him. My legs rub against the sheets, my left leg rubbing across something that feels wet. I look down at the evidence of my loss of virtue, and I can't help but to smile. There isn't anyone else in this world that I would have rather given myself to than Michael.

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