Michael Clifford smut

precious flower

He was leaning against the brick wall. I knew it was him because of the classic leather jacket, and freshly dyed white hair on his head. Michael Clifford. Also known as the school's designated asshole. Every school has at least one or a possy of them. The designated asshole was the one person who would walk around with their head held way too high, their reputation was no where near good, and a cigarette could be placed in between their lips as soon as they walked outside. Michael Clifford was the kind of stereotypical asshole though; he was always the talk of the school. Everyone comments on how he's been underneath practically every girl's skirt, or how he punched a guy at a house party because the idiot said something that Michael did not like. The fact that he was a serious dick to some people just because of a grudge he can't get over. He was only nice to his small clan of friends, but that wasn't even guaranteed. It was kind of ridiculous- how many stories one student body could come up with about one boy.
"Hey angel," I felt my heart leap at the rasp in his voice. He had the cigarette bud hanging out the side of his smirking mouth. His pink lips tensed around the cigarette before he pulled it away from his mouth with two fingers, throwing the smoldering bud to the ground and extinguishing it with his all black shoes. Smiling slightly to myself I held my books closer to my chest, my backpack bounced off of my back slightly but I didn't care because all I was focused on was Michael. Sure, he had a lot of weird shit going on with him, and no I'm not defending his impulsive violence when saying that people don't see the side of him that I see. That's because Michael is in denial with himself even though it's quite clear how his persona changes when he's around me and only me really; it can alter a bit even when we're around other people as well- but it's subtle. Walking up to the all black clothed boy who had a red plaid flannel hanging loosely at his hips, I stared at my reflection in his aviator shades. Leaning down, Michael kissed the shell of my ear when pulling me closer to him by gripping my waist. Ducking his head into the crook of my neck, he placed a small kiss to my exposed skin and I felt my knees buckle subtly from the wetness of his lips.
He began to say something but I was too busy looking around us. There were girls looking at me with a slight glare in their eyes as they walked past my situation with Michael and I barely had time to pay attention to them because all of a sudden, his warm breath ghosted over my neck and I felt a small shiver course through my spine quickly. Biting my bottom lip, I stared down at the top of my books that were slowly slipping out of my hands. Michael's thumb and index finger found their way to my chin, making me look up at him; I felt my breath hitch.
"People are watching us Michael." I said quietly as I heard my heart pound in my ears from the Michael softly rubbed my sides, ghosting over the curve of where by back faded out into my butt. Raising an eyebrow at me slightly as if to say 'And??' I opened my mouth to speak before he firmly planted his lips on mine, pulling my body even closer to his as my books were barely in my hands at this point. Michael placed his hands on my cheeks, dominating my mouth with his much more experienced tongue; I whimpered into the kiss. Reluctantly pulling away, Michael bit my bottom lip lightly, tugging on it and then letting go.
"You're adorable," He whispers and I find myself melting into his touch once again. The feeling of his lips on mine making the rest of the world disappear around us as he turned us around; the sound of my books falling to the ground as my backpack juts into the stone wall of our high school building. "You drive me insane." Murmuring, I breathe out a heavy sigh from his lips kissing underneath the curve of my earlobe. I knew if he sucked on that spot any longer a hickey would form, and I would more than likely get a scolding for letting a boy touch me at this age, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
"Michael?" My voice was small and he hummed in response, my heart was still pounding in my chest, and all of my emotions swirled in the pit of my stomach. Taking a deep breath, my mouth was moving before my conscience was processing what ever the hell I was saying.
"I'm ready." I uttered and was met with Michael looking down on me, one eyebrow raised. If I could see his eyes there would probably be a trace of confusion laced into his irises.
"Ready for what? Do you need a lift home-" I cut him off. Shaking my head at him, I moved my hands to the collar of his shirt, fiddling around with it as I spoke. I stared directly at his pale chest, ignoring the murmurs of others as they passed by us. There was no doubt in my mind that I would regret the six words that left my mouth so easily.
"No, I'm ready to have sex," Looking up at Michael, I waited to see if his expression would change, and I felt the need to actually elaborate what I meant. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed hard and prayed to god that I didn't have an embarrassing voice crack like a boy going through puberty. "I'm ready to have sex with.. you Michael." I felt my face heat up even though I knew it was more than likely just a subtle tint, nothing too noticeable. Still staring at my reflection in Michael's old fashioned shades, I didn't expect to hear his breath hitch. For the first time in the many ways I've seen him, Michael looked nervous. His normal cocky and confident attitude seemed to dissolve into the hard paved ground and I began to rack my brain for any ways to possibly take back what I said. Nothing.
"Uhm- shit, really?" Michael's arms left my waist as quickly as they surrounded it, and he rose an arm to scratch the back of his neck. I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach as I watched him shift almost uncomfortably in front of me. He ran a hand through the back of his hair, causing his black jacket to rise up slightly, and I just stood and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to say something other than just well- shit I guess. I nodded at him, and I noticed a pinkish hue creep up his neck and to his cheeks. Michael was about to say something before he was interrupted by a mischievous looking Calum Hood. The younger and much much tanner boy threw a head nod my way before turning to Michael and clapping a hand down on his shoulder.
"Aye mate, Luke just wanted to know if you were going to join us for a quick cig and beer-" Michael's gaze hardened on Calum, and even though his eyes were shielded by his shades, I could easily tell his countenance was set into a scowl. Lips pressed into a firm line and a small jaw clench were enough to have Calum stop mid sentence and look between Michael and I quickly. He raised an eyebrow before removing his hand from Michael's shoulder, pushing up his glasses to the beginning of his nose bridge. Still wearing the same tight lipped expression Michael breathed in deeply seeing as though his blush was still quite evident on his cheeks and Calum wasn't helping the situation at all by just standing there.
"Don't you see I'm talking to [Y/N] you cock?" Michael grumbled and Calum's lips slightly parted before he scratched the back of his neck with one hand and shoved his other hand deep into his tight black jeans. Without another word, Michael just turned all of his attention to me, almost as if to dismiss Calum from the scene right in that moment without having to physically tell him to leave us be. Nodding more so to himself, Calum left whilst dragging his feet and I stood in front of Michael who slumped his shoulders, but he was still able to tower over me.
"Mikey..." I reluctantly bit my bottom lip and he moved to wrap his arms around my waist as is if it was a second instinct. For the first time in this incident, I leaned away from the brick wall to come closer to Michael, loving the way his arms found a home around my waist. I feel the bump of my notebook underneath my feet before I
"Are you sure about this? I don't want to pressure you into anything.." He inquires with a soft voice and I feel his hold on me tighten briefly before loosening. Quirking an eyebrow at him, I feel confused as to why he was even asking me that. I'm assuming he was talking about giving away my chastity and if I'm actually positive in my decision of doing that. He tucked his bottom lip in between his two front teeth.
"Why? Are you- are you not..." I trailed off when the worst possible thought came to my mind. I let my tongue run across my lips and felt my stomach leap for the second time today, but not for a good reason. "Are you not attracted to me in that way, Michael?" Cringing at my meek sounding voice, I looked up at Michael once again. He didn't say anything and for a split second I felt a whole rush of emotions flood through my veins.
"No no Angel," he chuckled more so to himself and pulled me closer to his chest. I placed my hands where his pecs would be and underneath my left finger tips I could feel the subtle pound of his heart beat. It was beating slightly out of time, and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that literally every piece of Michael goes to the beat of its own drum. "If anything, I'm overly attracted to you, in that way and many many ways baby." The cocky Michael I knew began to resurface and a sly smile formed onto his lips; I could feel his hands subtly slip down to the top of my butt, pressing his finger tips lightly into my covered flesh.
"Then why did you-"
"I just don't want to fuck up your first time. I want it to be special for you and I don't know if I could give that to you baby." In that moment everything about Michael's earlier behavior was starting to click and make sense. The Michael Clifford, designated asshole, boy known for being a 'monster' in bed, the boy who was quick witted and quick to throw a punch was skittish around the fact about my virginity because he wanted to make it memorable for me. He wanted my first time to be the best thing in the entire world because what they say is true. you never fully forget your first and he doesn't want to screw up. It was all in all cliche but I didn't care in that moment. I wanted him to know how I truly felt and that I couldn't be a virgin for forever. I trusted him enough and had more than enough love for him to give my 'precious flower' away to him.
"I want you to be my first Michael."
"Well then angel, I'll make sure I'm the best you'll ever have." Giving me a genuine smile, Michael pressed his lips to my temple before resting his chin on top of my head.
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"Just admit it. I'm better than you." He chuckled smugly, flopping on my bed; he took me down with him in a fluent motion seeing as though his hands were firmly gripping onto my waist. It had been a couple days since I spoke to Michael about the virginity topic, and we haven't talked about it again. So, right in this moment, I was straddling his waist as he sat up on my bed in front of the flat screen that automatically shut itself off. I groaned and he just pecked my nose while I scrunched my face in fake disgust. Michael laughed at my childish antics and once again told me to just tell him that I clearly sucked at a video game that I tried to play against him. It was technically unfair since he obviously had more experience with the new game I got- for acing my foreign language exam- and set the difficulty level to 'Medium' instead of 'Beginner' like a nice person would. So I shook my head at him and crossed my arms while still straddling his waist.
"No, you weren't fair. You practically cheated you cheater." I pouted and he smiled at me once again obviously trying to hold in a laugh. I heard him mutter something under his breath, but the only thing I could make out with was '...such a child...' and that made some competitive twig snap inside of me like a worn out rubber band. "I'm not a child." I remind him firmly, and he bites his lip, setting his gaze onto the top of my chest that was peeking out from underneath my button down blouse.
"You most certainly are not angel." I moved to smack his arm, but Michael caught my wrist in mid swing, and then I find him leaning towards my face and before I knew what I was fully doing, I find myself leaning in too. The next thing I know, our lips are pressed against one another softly. Michael's grip loosens on my wrist and I find myself slipping my hand from his grip, quickly moving it to mesh itself into the napes on his neck. The once soft kiss became very heated; Michael's fingers were pressing into my hips and my hands were weaving their way through his hair. My skirt had risen up to stop just before my underwear could be shown and I could feel Michael's hand move to ghost up the side of my thigh, never breaking the kiss to rub my skin gently. His fingers felt rough against my skin, and I couldn't get enough of it. Pulling away from the kiss, Michael's lips are on my body once again. He is pressing his lips to my neck, and I can feel his teeth graze over a sensitive spot that has me letting out a small whimper when he places a kiss on that particular spot.
"You're so beautiful it entices me baby girl." He whispers before flipping me under him. My legs were closed until Michael wiggled his way in between them so my crotch was pressed against his as he ground his hips into mine before kissing me once again. I moaned softly and I could feel his fingers start to unbutton the small buttons on my blouse; he pulls away from the kiss as he continues to unbutton the blouse, kissing down my body with every new piece of skin that was exposed to him. I feel giddy as soon as my torso is uncovered, but all of my worries vanish when Michael looks up and smiles at me lovingly and starts to pull my skirt down, revealing my black cotton underwear that matched my sold black bra. I felt embarrassed to look like this in front of him, but that slowly vanishes when Michael's hand come into contact with my vagina. I squirmed at the foreign feeling of pleasure.
"Michael- what are you doing?" My voice came out in a breath and I looked at Michael who was slowly lowering his head to my core. I could feel a wetness pooling there, and even though I had learned about this in Sex Education, the real thing was nothing compared to what I pictured it to feel like. Looping his fingers in the waistband of the underwear, Michael slowly slid the fabric down my bent legs, allowing the black material to join my light blue skirt on the floor. My sex was fully exposed to him and my first instinct was to close them, but Michael placed his hands on the inside of my thighs, forcing them to stay open.
"Don't hide from me baby, you're beautiful," He crawled back in between my legs fully, and lowered his head while keeping eye contact with me. Michael licked one long strip my entire slit and I felt my breath get caught in the back of my throat. I gripped onto my bed sheets as he repeatedly did it, wrapping his arms around my thighs as his messy hair tickled my skin. His tongue was warm and I found my breathing to become uneven as I focused in on what he was doing to me. He was eating me out for Christ's sake. Michael's tongue really could work wonders with the way he delved it into my hole and wiggled it slightly before pulling it out and kitten licking my clit every so often. My back arched a slight inch off the bed and my right hand was working it's way to his hair while my mouth was wide open and my eyes squeezed shut.
"Michael.." I drawled out his name and he hummed in response, causing me to shiver with the new found vibrations on my area. I had no idea why, but I could feel my stomach bubble a little and twist a little before I was whimpering and moaning as Michael kept on licking and tongue fucking me at the same time. My shirt was still loosely hanging on my body, but the fabric fell down to my elbows and it could easily come off with one tug. Sitting up to kiss me, Michael moaned into the kiss when I bit his lip. I could taste something against his lip that most certainly wasn't there before. It was slightly salty and tasted strange, then it clicked in my brain when he pulled away and pulled off his shirt.
"Did I just taste my own semen on your lips?" I asked innocently, and Michael looked at me before raising an eyebrow. He sucked his bottom lip in so it was kind of hidden underneath his top; he was trying to refrain himself from laughing but it didn't last very long because he giggled, which turned into a chuckle, which turned into a light hearted laugh. I couldn't help but join in with him because the situation was ridiculous and if anyone walked in right now, anyone else would probably think we were weird sex crazed lunatics, but in this moment I was about to lose my virginity and instead I was laughing with Michael who kissed me once again while caressing my face and pressing his forehead against mine.
"Only you would say that in this moment." He whispers and in that moment I take in his chest, torso, flushed cheeks, and just all of him. Michael got rid of his pants awhile ago - with some struggle of course - and his legs were pale but hairy and I couldn't help but smile at that because he was always outside but still managed to stay pale for some reason. Michael wasn't what you would call 'ripped' he didn't have a six pack or anything, but his chest was pale as well and he had a cute little tummy. It looked as if you would rub it he would smile or giggle- similar to a kitten, and that is exactly why I loved it. I loved his stomach, arms, legs, and just all of him right now.
"Well I am unique." I playfully retort back before kissing him once again, moving to lie back. I could feel his erection press against my bare core and I moaned into the kiss when Michael's hand moved it's way to grab my breast. He slipped his fingers beneath the wire of my bra and held my boobs in his hands, gripping onto them and rolling my nipple in between his middle and index finger. While that was happening, he was also rolling his hips into mine over and over again. The only thing separating us was his black boxer briefs. Expertly, Michael removed my bra with a flick of the wrist and my shirt and bra joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. I was kissing Michael's jaw line when I felt the need to return the favour of him eating me out with a blow job; he stopped me and said that this moment was supposed to be about me even though he really would love to have my mouth around his painfully hard cock. Fumbling with his briefs, Michael rejoined me on the bed and I feel myself shrink when I see his hard on pressed up against his stomach.
"We don't have to do this today babe-"
"No no, I want to Michael." Intertwining my left fingers with his right, he leans down and kisses me softly, before I feel him line up to my entrance; he teased my slit which caused a surge of pleasure to wash over me. I yelped when I felt my chastity slowly tarnish and disappear with every slow push Michael made inside of me until he filled me completely; it felt like I was being stretched from the inside out. He kissed me to, I suppose ease whatever pain I felt, and I squeezed his hand, trying to signal for him to move when I felt his pelvis pressed against me. He slowly slides his impressive length out and then into me and it feels just like his tongue did, only bigger and thicker. As soon as he starts thrusting back and forth a couple of times, I begin to feel something that can't be described into coherent words.
"Michael, please- go faster." I whisper out, and he rests his head into the crook of my neck. His elbow is pressed next to my head into the mattress and I can feel him shake his head at me. "No. I'm not gonna fuck you," He says quietly as if he's afraid someone else could hear him; even though my parents were both away on business trip at the same time coincidentally. My body feels like it's on fire and my line of vision is beginning to grow hazy from the way Michael feels pressed against me; a thin layer of sweat is forming on my body. "I'm gonna make love to you." He's a little more forceful with his thrusts and I silently thank him for that but I can't help but whimper at the way he said he would rather make love to me than just let this be a casual fuck. I closed my eyes and knew that I would not last any longer. I had a feeling that Michael quickly caught on to that, because next thing I know he moves a thumb down to toy with my clit and all I can feel is ecstasy. All I can feel is Michael moving in and out of me as I moan his name while orgasming for the second time. All I can feel is Michael pressing his lips to mine before pulling out and releasing on my stomach and slightly on his.
All I can feel in this moment is loved.
The only sound heard was our breathing and Michael using the blanket at the edge of my bed to wipe up the mess on our bodies. He brings me into his chest and nothing feels more right when he does it. The comfortable silence is broken and I can feel myself slightly dozing off from being tired due to two actual orgasm on my first time.
"Did I hurt you?" Michael murmurs, and I shake my head, telling him no before leaning up to kiss his jawline. I could feel the soreness in between my legs start to form, but I ignored it because the rest of my body felt amazing. I smiled to myself while letting my eyes flutter shut as I snuggle more into his chest when he pulls my wrinkled blankets over our bodies.
"Thank you for that, Michael. I love you." I say quietly and I feel him tense slightly before pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. I felt my body relax and his chest vibrate when he spoke back to me.
"I love you too baby girl."