One Direction Dirty Imagines

Wild Horses- MICHAEL CLIFFORD

A/N: I recommend listening to Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones when it gets to the lyrics…Enjoy!

I wanted to stay here in this moment forever. Where we belonged.

The other boys had all long gone to sleep and Michael and I were the only ones awake. Neither of us felt like sleeping yet because we both knew what would happen when we woke up. It was the last day of the tour tomorrow which meant I was going to have to leave him and words could not describe how much I did not want to do that. He was staying in L.A. while I was going back home alone.

I was laying with Michael in his bunk on the tour bus which had become a second home to us. It was pretty cramped in there but I liked being this close to him.

We were curled up under the covers with my head resting on his bare chest and our feet intertwined. One of his arms was resting on my lower back while the other was tangled in my hair, lightly twirling the strands around his fingers.

Besides the sounds of Ashton’s snoring the bus was completely quiet and peaceful. I could hear the beat of Michaels heart, as even as his breath. This is what I was going to miss most, just laying here with him.

“Mikey sing something for me, I want to hear your voice.” I said, turning my head up to face him.

He laughed lightly, “Hmmm, like what?” He asked sleepily.

“I don’t know, just something.”

His hand stopped playing with my hair for a moment and he stuck his lip out trying to think of a song to sing me.

“Okay,” he said.

He returned his hand to my hair, his fingers almost impulsively twisting in it. His other hand, still on my back started taping a beat out as he hummed the sound of a guitar. I nuzzled my head against his chest, closing my eyes.

Instantly I knew what song he chose. His raspy voice low, barely a whisper began to sing the lyrics to one of my favourite songs:

“Childhood living is easy to do

The things you wanted I bought them for you

Graceless lady you know who I am

You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain

Now you decided to show me the same

No sweeping exits or off stage lines

Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie

I have my freedom but I don’t have much time

Faith has been broken tears must be cried

Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild wild horses we’ll ride them someday

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild wild horses we’ll ride them someday”

The last line was so quiet I could barely hear him sing it. He slowly trailed off, stopping the tapping on my spine.

Slowly I lifted my head of his chest and smiled at him. My face rested so close to his, both of us staring into each other’s eyes, searching for something. I lightly placed my lips on his.

He sat up on the pillow slightly and kissed me back more passionately. With his hand still tangled in my hair he pulled my face closer to his. Our lips moved against each other’s softly for a while before I felt his tongue graze my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly to let him slip his tongue in and our tongues lazily explored each other’s mouths as they fought for dominance.

I shuffled around trying to get more comfortable, disconnecting our lips for a second as I sat up and straddled him. I smiled down at him as I caught my breath.

Impatiently, he placed both of his hands on either side of my face and pulled it back down to him, crashing my lips against his. Our lips started moving in sync again as I ran my hands down his chest.

He pulled away slightly, “Stop moving your hips Y/N.” He growled at me. I looked down, now noticing what I had been doing.

I giggled, “What do you mean?” I said innocently as I grinded my hips down against his, feeling his bulge pressing into my thigh.

A low moan left his throat, slightly muffled by my lips against his.

“You know the boys are sleeping very close to us right?” He asked.

“Mmhmm” I hummed, pulling away from him so I could take my shirt off.

Michael exhaled deeply as I slowly removed the fabric from my chest, smirking because I wasn’t wearing a bra. Instantaneously his hands were on my breasts, rolling his calloused thumbs over my nipples.

He peppered kisses along my jaw line, making his way down to my chest. Still palming one of my breasts, he kissed the other. Taking my nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He kissed my lips hastily before applying the same treatment to my other breast. I tried not to moan as I lightly pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck.

Returning his lips to mine, I pushed him down so his head was resting on the pillow and I was pressed against him.

I kissed down his neck to his collarbone sucking on the skin while I reached my hand between us and slipped it into his boxers.

He breathed in sharply as my hand came in contact with his length. I sucked harshly on his collarbone as I started running my hand up and down his length. He bucked his hips up and I used the opportunity to slide his boxers down with my other hand.

He looked up at me with his beautiful wide eyes, “Please Y/N.” He begged. His voice low and rough as his unsteady breath fell over my ear.

I stopped moving my hand and pulled off my panties, lining his length up at my entrance before lowering myself onto him. We both moaned as he filled me completely. I swayed my hips in a circular motion as I brought them up and back down. I placed my hands on his chest for support as I got into a steady rhythm.

He threw his head back, biting into his lip hard, desperately trying not to moan. “Fuck ugh, you’re so tight.” He whispered.

I bounced up and down on him, his fingers digging tightly into my waist, leading me.

“I’m s-s-so close,” I breathed out, feeling the familiar tingling sensation building up but I could tell he wasn’t there yet.

His eyes were shut tight, tongue slipping out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip. He reached his hand between us and rubbed circles on my clit. I arched my back as I came, clenching around him as I rode him through my high. I leaned down to his ear, “Mmm Michael.” I whispered.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned as he came inside me, his grip on my hips tightening. I pulled him out of me and collapsed against his chest.

With both of us breathing heavily, he pulled the blankets over our sweaty bodies. He tangled his hand in my hair almost instantly and nuzzled his chin against the top of my head.

I lied this was what I was going to miss the most.

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