Disparity // clifford

orange

waaarning; smut smut smut. read the first two sections (so up to 'it never worked') and the authors note at the end if you wanna skip it, but you can't skip the whole chapter.

/hanna/

the colour of the sky, and the colour of his hair as the red dye fades.

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mikey was grumbling under his breath, and i couldn't help but laugh at him.

"i hate my stupid body, why can't i get a stupid tan." he groaned. he was so insecure about his body, i hated it.

"baby, you don't need a tan. you are my perfect, hot-as-fuck man." i giggled and that finally got him to smile. i loved his damn smile.

"i love you." he cooed, and i blushed. 

i would never tire of those three words spilling from his lips.

we'd spent the whole day on the beach, sunbathing, swimming, a little surfing done by mikey, and a little more sunbathing by me. it was the definition of a perfect day.

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"mikey stopppp" i squealed, as his fingertips wriggled against my sides, tickling me hard. it's times like this that i hated him. i was never serious, but sometimes he could be as annoying as hell.

"why would i stop, hanna?" he smirked, and i glared at him in response.

"because you love me?" i said in a hopeful tone. it didn't work.

it never worked.

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"ashton?" i answered the phone, wondering why my brother was calling so late. mikey was currently had his head buried between my legs, flicking his warm tongue against the most sensitive part of my body.

"hi hanna, are you busy?" he asked.

"noo" i said, but the 'o' turned into a squeal as mikey slid a finger inside me.

"do you think you could come over?"

"uh suure, but give me like 15 minutes, then i'll come." mikey chuckled at the ironic word, but instantly continued to licking my folds.

"okay, see you then."

"see you theeen." i moaned the last part as mikey slid another finger inside me, and i hung up the phone instantly. i tangled my fingers in his faded red hair, and ground against his mouth. he chuckled and used his spare hand to hold my hips down to stop me from moving.

"mikeyy, please baby, i need you." i whimpered. i could feel the knot in my stomach tighten, and i knew i was about to come.

"cum for me princess, cum for your sir." he commanded, and i came apart at his assertive words. i screamed his name, and his nickname as he pulled his fingers from me, cleaning them with his tongue before he got up and leant over me. he guided himself into me and didn't stall, he just began pounding into me, making me moan loudly. i gripped his shoulders, arching my back and feel my high rapidly approaching again. he filled me so perfectly, and it never took him long to get me to tighten around him and scream his name. he pressed his forehead against mine, never letting his relentless rhythm slip.

"ohhh fuck hanna, you gonna cum again? are you going to cum again around your sir's cxck? come on baby, fucking cum for your sir. mmm princess, i'm gonna cum for you. hannaaa." he groaned my name as he released deep inside me, and i soon followed him, shaking from the intensity. 

"mikey," i started, whilst i pushed the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat. "i need to go and see ashton, he sounded kind of upset."

"no, you're not going anywhere." he told me, pulling me against him under the sheets. 

"mikey. he's my brother." i insist, and mikey makes a strangled groan from the back of his throat.

"fine. but if you're not back in an hour, my princess is going to get punished." he smirked at me, and i smiled at him, before placing a quick kiss on his lips and jumping out of bed, throwing on some clothes and heading to ashton's place.  

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i do not encourage unprotected sex, these losers are in a committed and loving relationship and have been for a long time so it's cool (plus hanna's on the pill so sh).

sooo yeah

there are only two more parts left

you will not expect what's coming

at all

and if you do you can comment and say 'HA I SAW IT COMING' and i will be embarrassed ok cool