fivesosmut

bad boy||mc

Creds: malums-reject
A typical Friday night was usually you sitting in your room watching netflix but my house was occupied by a family party so you went out for a walk. Even though it was late at night, you took your chances, staying as far away as possible from the large number of relatives. As you walked down the street, humming the tune to a familiar song, you heard the rumbling of a motorcycle. Not just anyone's motorcycle but Michael Cifford's motorcycle. Michael was the bad boy of your neighborhood, with his ripped skinny jeans, tattoos and dyed hair. He sometimes bothers you around school, flirting a bit, but you always just ignore him and tell him to fuck off. Hoping he'll just pass by and not notice me, I lower my head. But my plan fails as he pulls up next to me, stopping his bike and taking his helmet off. "You lost, love?" He asks smirking while fixing his purple and black hair. "No" you simply reply continuing to walk. "Well, why are you out here all alone so late at night then?" He asks raising his eyebrow at you. "That's none of your business fuckboy" I tell him getting fed up with his talking. "You wish I was your fuckboy" he smirks again. I shake my head and start walking again when starts talking again. "I mean I could show you a good time. I could make you feel so good." He says still not moving from his bike. "Make you moan, ugh those pretty little lips moaning my name." He says licking his bottom lip. The amount of sexual frustration you were feeling was unreal. And michael was VERY attractive even though he annoyed you most of the time. But you tried staying strong and turned back around to walk away for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Fine, at least let me take you home though." He says sincerely. I turn back around raising an eyebrow at him and putting my hand on my hip. "Please?" He asks with a hopeful expression. I give in and step over to his stupid badass motorcycle as he hands me a helmet and puts his on. "Ready?" He asks starting the bike up. I mumble a yes and we speed down the street. He stops in front of my house and I take the helmet off, getting off the bike. It seems that the family get together was over and there were no cars left in the driveway so it was safe to walk in without worry. "Bye" I say awkwardly waving as I enter my house and I hear him drive away. I quietly walk up to my room and peek into my parents room, seeing if they've gone to bed but they aren't there. I walk into my room and see a note left on my dresser. "Went to aunties house, be back tomorrow". I honestly wasn't surprised. After every family get together they always end up going to my aunts house for drinks. I had the house to myself so I walked over to my closet and put on some short pajama shorts with a tank top. I walk over to my bed, plop down and take out my phone to scroll through tumblr. About 15 minutes pass as I mindlessly keep scrolling. I hear constant tapping at my window and it obviously scares me. It's the middle of the night and I'm in my house alone. I grab the closest thing to me, a hanger. I know, like a hanger will protect me but it's all I could find at the moment. I slowly walk over to the window and peek out the curtain to see rocks flying up to my window. I look down to the front yard and see michael tossing rock after rock at my window. Why is he here? Can't he take a hint? I only let him take me home. I open the window and his face lights up as he yells up to me. "So are you gonna stop staring or let me in?" He yells putting his hands in his pockets. "Why should I let you in?" I yell back. "Don't know." He responds shrugging. I know in the end he'll just end up winning and I'll let him in anyway so I run downstairs and open the front door to find Michael standing there. "What do you want?" I ask annoyed. He steps in to my house, closes the door behind him and grabs me by the waist, pinning me to it. He lowers his face to mine as he whispers "I think you know." With a husky voice. And I can't help but want this more than anything. I've actually had a small crush on him but I just thought, maybe he's bad news but that's the last thing going through my mind right now. He pressed his lips onto mine, as he slides his tongue in right away. He grabs onto the back of my thighs and I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist like its instinct. We hungrily kiss each other as he makes his way up the stairs holding me, easily finding my room and closing the door behind us. He lays me down on the bed and tugs my shirt off, running his hands up and down my body. He leaves kisses down my collar bones, most likely leaving marks and he makes his way down to the waist band of my shorts. He pulls them off along with my underwear as well and licks his lips at the sight. Desperate for friction, I place my hand over my throbbing core but he grabs my wrist looking me angrily in the eye. "Good girls don't touch themselves without my permission" he says grabbing a bandana out of his back pocket, tying it around the headboard and around my wrists. He takes his leather jacket off, throwing it to the side followed by his shirt shortly after. He leaves kisses along my inner thighs , making me squirm under his touch. "Do you want me to fuck you baby?" He asks teasingly. I whimper as I let out a small yes. "Well we aren't there quite yet." He says smirking before kitten licking my slit. He then takes one long lick before pushing his tongue in. I moan uncontrollably as his skilled tongue works every good spot. He takes his thumb and starts rubbing my clit, sending me over the edge but he stops, looking up at me. "Not yet sweetheart" he says grabbing onto my thighs. "You want me to make you feel good? You want me to fuck you so good it'll make you forget about every other guy you've been with?" He asks running a finger over my core. "Y-yes Michael." I moan. "Well, princess you're gonna have to do something for me." He says as I just want him to do something. "You're gonna moan like never before, you're gonna scream my name, you're gonna let this whole neighborhood know who's making you feel this good." He says in a raspy voice. "You think you can do that for me princess?" He says looking up at me as his tongue licks at my clit. "Yes" I whimper. "What was that?" He demands. "Yes!" I yell. He unbuttons his tight jeans and slides them off with no problem. I take a moment to look at his pale structure, admiring how flawless and white it looks. All I wanna do is trace my fingers over his bicep tattoo but the bandana prevents me from doing so. He removes his boxers, revealing his large member, hard as a rock. He lines up at my entrance but swoops his head down so he's next to my ear. "One more thing." He whispers. "You come when I say and only when I say." He says as his lips graze over my ear. It sends shivers down my spine and causes my heat to throb even more. He pushes himself into me, a series of swear words leaving his mouth. His pace quickens and he hits the right spot every time. I'm about to lose it and he picks up on it. "Don't you dare, princess." He speaks with a low voice that drives me even more crazy. He rocks his hips into mine, causing me to go over the edge. I moan loudly but don't release yet. "Michael" I say loudly. "Come for me baby" he says, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He rides through our high and pulls out pressing a kiss to my lips while untying the bandana, allowing me to run my hands through his dark hair and feel all over his body. Our breathing steadies and I push him onto the bed, me being on the top now. I grab the bandana sitting next to me and grab his wrists, tying them to the headboard. "It's my turn" I wink. "God that's so hot." He groans pushing his hips against mine for friction. I run my hands down his chest as he moans loudly and I leave love bites on his collar bones as my hands tangle in his hair again. I place another condom over his large member and start teasing him by running my hand over it a few times. Loud moans come from his mouth as his eyes flutter shut. I lower myself onto him agonizingly slow, making him groan. I begin riding him, my hips moving back and forth. My hands tug in his hair as moans escape both of us. We both release and I lay myself on his chest, catching my breath. "You gonna untie me so I can grab you and kiss the the shit out of you?" Michael asks panting. I let out a small laugh and reach up, releasing him from the bandana and his hands instantly go to my waist pulling me close to him as he presses his lips onto mine. "You're such a princess." He says against my lips. "I'm your princess" I smile as he presses his forehead against mine. "I've liked you for a really fucking long time ya know?" He says pecking my lips. "I have too, honestly" I say as he pull the sheets over us. "Does this mean that you'll be my princess that rides on the back of my motorcycle as I take you anywhere you wanna go?" He asks tracing shapes into my bare hip. "Yes" I giggle before burying my face in his neck before we both fall asleep together. And I feel as though he's my night in shining armor. That's actually a really big dork.