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Michael Clifford - Video Games and Bug Bites
Pairing: Michael and Y/N
Length: 4.8k+
Rating: Smut
There it was again. The feeling of complete suffocation and claustrophobia.
Up until ten seconds ago things had been going fine, flawless even. The boy above me was a solid eight, with dark brown curly hair and dull grey eyes. We were both breathing heavily, our sweaty bodies moving against each other. Neither one of us seemed to get enough of each other, and we had hardly disconnected our lips since he stepped into my room.
I placed both of my hands firmly on the boy's chest, pushing him away. He resisted slightly, before falling back and giving me a quizzical look. "What's wrong?"
"Leave," I pointed a shaky finger at the door before I began to pick his scattered clothes up off the floor. I threw them at him, before slipping my own on.
"Are you being serious?" He shook his head at me as I rose my eyebrows at him. For a moment I stood in the dark, watching the boy angrily shoving clothes back onto his body. I had seen this scene played out in front of me several times, but that didn't mean the sinking feeling went away. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"
He had only pulled his pants on when he grabbed his socks, shoes, and shirt. He swung my bedroom door wide open, allowing the light from the hall to flood into my darkened room. "Fuck!" I screamed, before slamming the door shut.
I angrily snatched the wide duvet off my bed, and covered my nearly naked body. I pushed open the pale yellow curtains, revealing the house next to mine. I made sure the blanket was wrapped tightly around me before flashing the beam light three times, signalling to my neighbor that I was having a crisis.
My best friend groggily opened his curtain, rubbing his eyes and shaking out his blood red hair. He saw me slumped over against the window and he frowned. He grabbed the white board leaning up against his wall and began to write.
What happened?
I sighed and began writing a response.
Still a virgin.
He gave me a sad look, which was the last thing I needed right now. I felt miserable enough for the both of us.
Again? Do you need me to come over?
I didn't bother scribbling down a reply, just nodded my head. He held up one finger, signalling that he'd be over in a second.
I lazily walked over to my bed side table, flipping on the lamp. I let the duvet pool at my feet and I pulled out an old t-shirt that my best friend, Michael, had given me when he no longer wanted it. I quickly slipped it on, and hurried to make my bed before Michael got to my house.
Just as I was flattening the final layer of my blankets down I heard a light tap tap tap tap at my window. I turned around to see Michael's bright red hair, and a bright smile. I gave him a half hearted smile as I pushed the glass up, allowing him to crawl inside.
"Something has to be wrong with me." I let out a loud humph as I fell back against my freshly made bed. "I just don't understand why I clam up like that."
"Maybe," Michael said, falling down beside me and we both flipped onto our sides so that we could see each other properly. "You're a lesbian. Have you ever made out with a girl?"
"Michael," my face went serious, and my best friend watched me carefully. "I don't even like looking at my own vagina, what makes you think I would want to be with a girl?"
"We do not need to have the vagina conversation again, okay? I mean, I know you're my best friend but there is just somethings that we don't take about. Your vagina being one of them," he said with a weak laugh, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"I'm being serious, Mikey," I whined, burying my hands in my hands. "Why does this keep happening?"
"Just–tell me what happened this time," He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and scooted closer to me so that my forehead pressed against his chest.
"The same thing that happens every time. We were making out, things were getting heated. Next thing you know our clothes are on the floor, and he's above me and suddenly I feel like there is not enough oxygen in the room. His body felt so much heavier than it did first and it took all of my strength to push him off of me." I groaned into the fabric of Michael's black t-shirt as I relieved the memories.
"Then what? Did he just leave?"
"I pointed my finger at the door and told him to get out," I let out a few pitiful noises and Michael absentmindedly ran his hand up and down my back, trying to comfort me. "Why did I do that? Why did I tell him to leave? I should have just fucked him first and then told him to leave."
"Maybe you're just nervous," he said, trying to rationalize my completely irrational behaviors. What girl runs from sex? Oh that's right. Me.
"But isn't everyone nervous their first time? I don't think anyone else has made such a big deal about losing their virginity than me." The heat from my make out session was beginning to wear off, and I shivered as my body temperature dropped.
"Here," Michael must have noticed the goosebumps, because he lifted the cover up and over us. "Everyone makes a big deal about it. There isn't anything wrong with you, so stop thinking that there is."
"What was your first time like?" I asked, pulling myself closer to my best friend. I threw a leg over his body, watched him with eager eyes.
"It wasn't some magical moment, if that's what you're wondering," he laughed slightly and rested his hand on my cheek. "Maybe I just haven't found the right person, but sex is completely overrated. I have more fun eating pizza and kicking your ass at Mario Kart than I ever did with Dani."
"Dani," my voice was rough as I growled her name. There wasn't any one on this Earth that I hated more than Michael's ex-girlfriend. "What a fucking bitch."
"My point is, you don't have to have sex to consummate a relationship or whatever it is that makes you so eager to do it. There's really no rush, hun." He rubbed his thumb against my cheek, the gesture relaxing me a bit.
"But what if I never do it? Then what. I can't die a virgin, Michael." My words were dramatic, I knew that, but the fear was real.
"You're only 18," he said, trying to make me feel better but it only made me feel worse, because he was right. I was already 18. I was so old.
I let out a loud groan, taking to fist fulls of Michael's shirt and burying my face into the fabric to muffle the noise. "You're not helping, Mikey."
"(Y/N)," he took both of his hands and gently grabbed the sides of my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Why don't we go over to my house and play some video games to get your mind off of all of this, yeah?"
"But I don't want to move. I want to lay in my bed, which has hosted several make out sessions and four almost hookups, and think about all of those times that I fucked up," I whined and let out a dramatic sigh.
"I will not allow you to wallow in self pity all night. Either we're going through the window or I'm carrying you out the front door," he sat up, pushing the warm blankets off the both of us and sitting me up so that I was sat against his chest. "It's your decision."
"I've made my decision, and that's to sit here and sulk all night long," I frowned, looking up and over my shoulder to see Michael staring sternly at me.
"That was not an option," he touched his forehead against mine, his expression softening a bit when he saw how bothered I looked. "I know you're upset, so allow me make you feel better."
"Unless you're going to have sex with me then I'm not going to feel–" I froze, my eyes widening and a wide smile spreading across my face.
"(Y/N)," MIchael slowly began to shake his head, "No, absolutely not."
"Oh come on," I shifted completely around to face him, my expression wild and excited. "You're my best friend. I'm never nervous around you and we've both seen each other naked. Perfect." I said clapping my hands together.
"I really don't think that's a good idea. You're my best friend too and I don't want to ruin that." I nervously chewed on the inside of his cheek, his eyes looking everywhere but me. "Let's just go play Mario Kart."
I pursed my lips at him, but nodded.
He gave me a tiny smile, as he scooted off the edge of my bed and held his hand out to help me off. I gripped his hand harder then normal, letting him know that I wasn't pleased with him but he only rolled his eyes.
"You can't really think us having sex is a good idea," Michael finally broke the silence once we had scaled the trellis up to his room.
I pulled at the hem of Michael's old t-shirt down before sitting on his bed. "I just want to get it over with."
Michael placed a bag of Halloween candy in between us, both of us taking a piece before he handed me a game cube controller. I propped a pillow up against his headboard to get comfortable. My best friend settled in next to me, pulling the green comforter over our legs. "You won't freak out once you really love the person. I promise."
"So you loved Dani and Krista?" I countered, raising my eyebrows at him as he concentrated on navigating through the main screen of the video game. "Besides, I love you."
"You know that I didn't love them." He tilted his head towards me after picking his character to add, "I love you too, but I meant in love. There's a difference."
"Sure there is," I scoffed as I focused my attention back to the TV sitting on his dresser and selected Toadette as my driver.
"There's a huge difference. You've never been in love before so you wouldn't understand," he sighed.
"Neither have you," I pointed out, resting my head against his shoulder as we waited for the race to load. "So who are you to define our type of love?" I said jokingly.
Mikey nudged my bare leg with his knee, and I laughed softly. "Shut up and concentrate before I kick your ass."
"Fine, fine," I mumbled, but watched Michael as his eyes narrowed in on the screen and he leaned forward slightly, making my head hit the backboard. "You fucking ass hole," I groaned, rubbing the back of my head just before the Ding signaled it was time to start the game.
"That's what you get fifth place," Michael nudged me with his elbow this time as he raced up to first.
I had never really though of Michael as more than a friend, and even though I was only teasing him I didn't really think that I was in love with him. We hung out on a day to day bases, playing video games and eating way too much junk food. We did things that friends do.
But once the thought of having sex with Michael popped up into my mind things shifted. Before I would tease him for the way his messy red hair stood up in messy spikes, but now it almost looked attractive. His pale skin seemed to glow in the low light of his room and I imagined myself running fingertips along his tattooed arm.
"(Y/N)?" Michael spoke, making me snap back into reality. "Did that guy scramble your brain or what? You got last place."
"Oh," I said, not even realizing the race had finished. "I need to go to the bathroom, play the next one solo, okay?"
He frowned, giving me a strange look, but nodded and I hopped off of his bed. I slowly walked along the carpeted halls of Michael's house, not wanting to wake his parents up. They were rather strict and if they realized I was here they'd tell my parents.
I would know, it's happened at least three times.
Once I was shut away in Michael's bathroom I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. I looked at myself in the mirror, my face was flushed and my hair wild. No doubt from the almost sex that I had back in my room about 15 minutes ago.
I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with a bit of cold water, trying to take the heat from my face.
Do I like Michael as more than just a friend? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I quickly left the small room before I gave myself more time to over think things. I had never been nervous or embarrassed in front of Michael, and I was feeling something but it wasn't either of those emotions. My heart was beating faster than normal and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. Maybe I was excited.
I quietly shut Michael's bedroom door behind me, watching him closely as he stared unblinkingly at the screen. I stood still for a second, clicking my fingernails together and watching the red headed boy mash his fingers against the controller.
If he wasn't going to agree to have sex with me, I thought as I stood in his doorway with nothing but his old t-shirt and a lacy pair of underwear on, then I'll make him want it as much as I do.
"Ow," I groaned rubbing my chest slightly as I crawled on his bed. MIchael still didn't look at me, and as I went to sit down next to him I made sure my ass slightly bumped his thigh. His eyes flickered to me for a second, but he quickly refocused his gaze. "Mikey, I think I got bit or something."
"By that dumb ass?" he asked, shifting his body to face mine once his race finished.
I contorted my face to look like I was in pain as I rubbed the fabric over my left breast. "No, you idiot. Like a bug, or something, I don't know. I tried to look at it in the bathroom but I couldn't see anything."
"Suck it up," he handed my game cube controller as I pulled at the neck of my shirt.
"Please," I begged, scratching my skin.
He sighed, but nodded his head as I tried to pull the neck of my shirt down low enough to reveal the "bite". "Ugh," I said, once I couldn't get it down as far as I wanted. Instead I tugged at the shirt from the bottom, pulling it completely up, revealing my panties and bra. "Right here." I pointed at a random spot low on my breast.
Michael looked slightly surprised by my indecency, but he had seen more of my body than that before. "I don't see anything," Michael said after a moment of searching for something that wasn't there.
"But I can feel it," I reached for his hand, and pressed his fingertips against my breast, right above my nipple. "Do you feel that?" I asked, etching a worried look on my face.
"(Y/N)," his voice was low, and I had to stiffen to keep from shivering. "What are you doing?"
"Dying of a spider bite probably," I tried to brush off what he was about to rightly accuse me of.
"I've been your best friend since we were 5," he said, rolling his eyes at me, but not removing his hand from my body. "I know what you're trying to do."
"Then I shouldn't have to explain this," I brought myself to my knees and pressed my lips to his. At first he stilled beneath me, not kissing me back, until I swung my leg over him. I brought my hands to his hair as I straddled him, pulling roughly.
Michael's mouth moved perfectly against mine, his lips were soft and sweet from all of the Halloween candy we'd been eating. His tongue ran along my lower lip, before taking it in between his teeth sucking slightly. "This has to come off," his hands moved along my bare skin to pull off my t-shirt.
I pulled away from him, eyebrows raised, and a cocky smirk on my face. "Don't say a thing," he flipped me over onto his bed, and hovered over me. His lips found my neck and he began to roughly suck the sensitive area. I let out a small moan, as he worked to leave a bruise on my tan skin.
"Or what?" I tried to sound smug, but my voice wavered as he worked his way down my chest. I closed my eyes and held my breath as he unhooked my bra.
"Fuck," Michael breathed out, roughly taking my breasts in his hands. His mouth connected to my skin, sucking and biting until he left a dark purple mark. I let out a loud moan, clasping my hands on either side of Michael's face and attempting to force him upwards.
"This was your idea," he said, grabbing my arms and forcing them down against the bed. "We do this my way or we don't do it at all." The rasp in his voice caused my heart to flutter, and all I could manage was a tiny nod as I watched Michael go down on me.
My body grew hot in anticipation as he nipped at my tummy. I squirmed under him as he moved further down, his fingers playing at the waistband on my underwear. I tightly gripped his hair, but didn't pull him away. I was bracing myself for what was about to come.
He began to gently kiss my inner thighs, sucking on the flesh as he teased me by rubbing his hand over the pink fabric. He put his hands on my hipbones, sliding them downwards and hooking my underwear with the tips of his fingers so he could slide them down my legs. "Wet already?" he asked, sounding a bit too smug for my liking.
"Don't flatter yourself, Clifford." I mumbled as he threw my underwear onto his floor. "I nearly had sex half an hour ago, so you're only adding onto my sexual frustration."
He trailed kisses all of the way up my leg as he returned to my throbbing core. He ran his tongue up my wet slit until he reached my clit, slowly sucking on my sensitive nerves. I shuddered as he put two fingers into me, not even bothering to stretch me out first. My fingernails dug into his back as I dragged them along his porcelain skin. He moaned against my aching body, causing my nails to dig deep into his shoulders.
"M-Michael," I stuttered, as he continued to work on my body. The pressure was building up in my stomach, something that I had never felt before. "You can't," I begged, and he immediately did as he was told. He slowly crawled on top of me, pressing gentle kisses along my sweating body.
"Do you need me to stop?" his voice was soft and his eyes were full of concern.
"No, I want this." I looked into his eyes, his face was so close to mine and I could feel his hot breath against my face. I had seen him look at me like this before, whenever I was upset or hurt. He'd look at me like I was the only thing in his world that mattered. "I want you."
I tiny smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss wasn't hurried, or rushed, but sweet and tender. His cherry red lips were slightly swollen and puffy as they moved gently against mine. He sucked on my lower lip, and ran a hand through my hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, asking me for entry. I opened my mouth, letting him in.
"Take these off," I spoke into his mouth, and he froze slightly before doing as I asked and taking off his underwear. Once they were off he reconnected our lips and I could feel his hardened length pressed up against me. He began to grind his hips into me, shooting a surge of electricity through my body as he rubbed the tip against my clit.
Suddenly the feeling was back. The claustrophobia, the nausea, the dizziness. It was all there, and I had to hold my breath to keep from throwing up the milky way I had 15 minutes ago. After about five seconds of being still, Michael pulled away. I closed my eyes before I could see the look on his face, which was no doubt one of confusion.
"What's wrong?" he asked, stopping the friction between us. "(Y/N), are you okay?"
"This is it. This is what happens every time," I whined, hating myself for feeling sick once again.
Michael crawled off of me, knowing the sensitive nature of the situation because of all of the times I relayed the stories to him. I turned on my side, too ashamed to face my best friend. I was the one who had coaxed him into this and now I was the one back out.
"Maybe we're just approaching this the wrong way." He whispered, his voice barely audible over my heavy breathing. He pressed his sweating body up against my back. I could feel his dick between legs as he began rubbing again. My breath caught in my throat as he wrapped an arm around my hip, and began rubbing circles into my clit.
He positioned his dick right at my entrance, and I tug my nails into his arm. "Michael," I whispered, but my voice still panicked.
He rested his chin on my shoulder, before leaning his cheek against mine. "I won't do it until you're ready, and if you want me to stop then I will."
I shiver ran up my spine as he whispered into my ear. He grunted lowly as he began to buck his hips into my body, being careful not to penetrate me until I gave him the say so. "Mikey, I'm scared."
"I won't hurt you, I promise. I'll go slow," he assured me, his voice getting husky as he continued to grind into me. I could feel his abdomen pressed into my ass, and his fingers had stilled against my swollen body.
"Just do it," I bit my lip and closed my eyes, trying to shove down the intense nausea and heat I was feeling.
Michael nodded, his cheek rubbing against mine as he carefully but urgently positioned himself at my center. He moved his face to my neck, biting softly at the top of my back as he slowly pushed himself inside of me. My eyes clamped shut as I felt him stretch me out in ways I had never felt before. I heard Michael groan, his lips vibrating against my skin.
He slowly moved against me, his hips digging into my back, causing the best kind of pain. He let out small moans as he pushed deeper inside me. The feeling was like fire spreading through my entire body. It hurt, but I craved it, wanting him to push harder. I began to move my body against him, my ass rubbing against his abdomen.
Michael moved forwards so he was pressed completely up against my back. He grunted and bit my shoulder, causing me to tremble. I leaned my head back, letting myself unravel under his touch. He pressed his fingertips back to my throbbing body, moving in swift circles as my legs began to shake. I stiffened my body, trying to make the painful pressure between my legs go away.
"Relax," his voice cracked, and I groaned at the sound.
"I c-can't," I managed to croak out in between shaky breaths. I could feel my insides clenching, but I couldn't release the pressure. The euphoria was mounting in my body to the point that it hurt. I needed to let go, but I couldn't.
"You're too tense," he said roughly, still thrusting into me. He pushed right up against the most sensitive spot, making my stomach clench once more. "Baby, calm down and let your body do what it wants."
"It hurts," I whined, squeezing my legs together, tightening around him and causing him to moan in my ear.
"Look at me," he ordered through measured breaths, but I ignored him, clamping my eyes shut and struggling through the pulsating pain. "Fucking look at me, (Y/N)." His words were demanding, but when he turned my face to look up at him he looked far from dominate.
His face was red and sweating, and his eyes half closed. His mouth was open slightly, his cherry red lips swollen. I could see his eyelids flutter each time my face he forced himself into me. "Don't be scared. I'm right here and I'll h-help," he stuttered as I clenched around him once more. "you through it."
"I-I don't know," I muttered, closing my eyes through the mounting pain. "I don't think I can."
"Open your eyes, and look right at me." I did as I was told, my heart breath catching in my throat as I saw how intensely he was looking at me. His whole body shook as he continued to push into me. Sweat was now dripping off my face, and my breathing stopped.
I had never seen anyone look so sexy in my entire life. I had never wanted anyone so much in my entire life. The way he looked at me, with a perfect combination of love and lust, turned me on even more. Suddenly he leaned down to press his shaky lips to mine. His lips trembled, barely able to kiss me as he staggeringly took in quick breaths.
My toes begin to tingle, and my legs began to shake as the knot in my stomach tightened. Black spots danced in front of my eyes, causing Michael to go slightly out of focus. The most euphoric feeling I had ever felt swept over my entire body, every sense going numb. The only thing I could feel was Michael's skin against mine as he continued pumping into my body. I could vaguely hear him whispering in my hear, but I couldn't make out a single word over the obnoxiously loud ringing of my ears.
"Shit," I mumbled as the high began to wear off. Michael slowly pulled out of me, reaching over to grab his shirt so he could clean himself off. "What the actual fuck."
"Do you feel okay?" he asked, voice still shaky, as he maneuvered over me so that he could avoid the wet spot.
He pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me and gently placing a kiss to my forehead. I nodded, but frowned slightly as his hard dick pressed against my stomach. "Did you not–?"
"I'm fine," he mumbled, his eyes shutting.
"I can help," I began moving down, my hands finding his dick, but he quickly grabbed my arms and pulled me back towards his face. He shook his head slowly at me, keeping me from moving far.
"This was your first time. It's all about you," he assured me. "Besides, I'll make sure you make it up to me later."
"Does this mean we get to do it again?"
"I guess we're going to have to since I'm the only one who can make you cum," he said cockily, a lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. I lightly smacked his chest and he opened his eyes, scooting back enough just so he could see my body. The tips of his fingers ran over the hickey on my neck before hovering over the purple mark on my breast. "You know I think I see the bite you were talking about now."
"Shut up," I groaned, not wanting to think about my lame attempt to turn him on.
"It was cute," he laughed, aimlessly playing with a strand of my hair.
"It wasn't supposed to be cute, it was supposed to be sexy," I frowned, but Mikey continued to smile. I let out a big yawn, suddenly feeling extremely tired as my high completely wore off.
"Go to sleep, love," he whispered. "We can discuss this in the morning."
"Discuss or..." I said, letting my words trail off as my eyes closed.
"Let's give your body a rest tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah."
