5 Seconds of Summer: Smuts & Blurbs

Smut - Michael Clifford: Drunk Night

A/N: I wrote this, and was inspired by, during 'Blank Space' by the wonderful Taylor Swift. Enjoy, sweethearts. Keep sending in those requests! :)

Another drink goes down my throat. And I needed another one. I lost count after number 8. But fuck, do I need those drinks. Just to forget this awfull day. After 2 weeks I finally got the courage to go back to college and face my ex. That bastard. He left after I gave him my all. I showed him the world outside of college and to live a little. He believed the rumours about me. That he was just a number, that I had someone on the side. All bullshit. But not to him apparently.

Oh well. Tonight I just wanna drink and maybe get laid. I take a look around the bar. There are some handsome guys from college here. Why didn't I see them before? Doesn't matter, 'cause some unknown red haired guy in the back has caught my attention. I decide I've got nothing to lose and walk up to him. Or maybe it's alcohol?

I tap him on the shoulder. He turns around and I swear, I've never seen someone this beautiful before. He's like an angel, born in a green forest. For a moment I forgot I got a tongue to speak with.

"Anything you wanna ask?" he asks.

"Yeah. Love's a game. Wanna play?" I ask with sudden confidence.

"Sure. But what do you have to offer in this game?"

"Magic, heaven, sin, anything."

"Sounds good. Let's go."

I take his hand and lead him out of the club. We decide to take my car and to my place. It doesn't take long to get to my apartment. Once we pull up he makes a move. He starts kissing my neck. Damn, his lips are like clouds. Soft, yet taking me high above the ground.

"If there's anything making you uncomfortable, just say so," he whispers.

I only nod. Lost in his kisses. He places his hand on my knee. It slowly makes it's way up my thigh and keeps rubbing it just before my dampening area. I cup his face and direct his lips to mine. In a gentle make out he got me wanting him, craving him. Wanting to make this night for him like no other.

"Shall we take this inside," I say between kisses.

"Yes please," he replies.

We get out of the car and head into the building. Once we finally get inside my apartment, my mystery angel got me back up against a wall very quick. His lips go back to loving my neck while his hands ride up my thighs to my hips.

"Jump, gorgeous," he whispers.

I jump up and let him catch me by my thighs. He starts to take a tour around my house. In between soft little whimpers I tell him where my bedroom is. He finds it with ease and lays me down on the bed. While he gets himself undressed, I do the same. When I look at his lower area, I'm surprised by how big he actually is.

He gets on the bed and crawls on top of me. He hands explore every inch of my naked body as mine do with him. The angel got some muscles going on. His lips busy themself with mine in a gentle yet urgent way. I can tell he wanted more. But so did I.

I flip us over and stradle him. Surprised by the twist of event, he lets his hands rest on my hips. I grind myself slowly on him while softly biting his earlobe. The sound of his soft groan is definitely getting me wetter. Which he must be feeling now.

His hands trace shapes on my back while I drive him crazier. His starts harden further underneath my touch. His whimpering keeps me going. But if I keep this going I won't last that long. And neither will he.

"Got a condom here?" he asks.

"Sure," I say.

I grab one from my night stand. I knew it would come in handy. I open the package and roll the protection jacket over his hard friend. Once on, I line myself above and slowly sink down on him. Fuck, he's big. It takes me a minute before the pain subsides and I'm ready to move again.

I start ride on him slowly. His hands are now firmly places on my hips, guiding me on his happy member. It feels so good. Especially when he moves in way that he reaches my little pleasure spot. I gasp at the contact. My fingers pressing onto his biceps. I start to go faster on him, going deeper as well.

Hearing him moan is like sweet music. He starts to meet me halfway and thrusts upwards. It feels so good that it leaves me a moaning mess above him. I won't last long when I feel a knot form in my stomach. His thrusts get needy. He won't last much longer either. He apparantley feels my need to come undone, 'cause he starts to rub figure eights on my clit. Within seconds he's got me release myself and pulse around him. This sets him off the edge and release in the condom with a soft groan.

When we've both calmed down a bit, I roll off him and lay next to him on the bed. He gets rid of the condom and throws it away.

Still slightly panting, I ask: "I didn't catch your name. What is it?"

"It's Michael," he says with softness.

"Like the angel?"

"Like the angel."

I laugh to myself. This must be a joke.

"I'll write that down," I say.

"Why?" he asks. "Wanna go for round two?"

"Maybe. Be careful though, they say I'm nightmare dressed like a daydream, dear angel."

- Michelle Xx