May Smut Never Stop You [REQUESTS]

The White Sheet

Michael Clifford. Hetero.
-FakeBaby

His eyes opened slowly, trying to adapt to the bright morning sun, which was lighting up evenly the white bedroom. He squeezed them shut tightly and rubbed his face while yawning quietly, the low groan barely audible. The blue irises immediately falling on her, his pink lips curving upwards to form a lazy smile. She looked so perfect lying there; her dark brown hair messy, her characteristics soft and innocent, and her body bruised and tired from the late night activities. The only thing covering her naked body was a white sheet. This thin piece of fabric was restricting Michael from admiring his girlfriend in all of her beauty. But then he realised that all he had to do, was pull it off her.

He moved his body right next to hers, his fingers dancing beneath the white sheet- his eyelids closed- touching everywhere he couldn't see. His mouth slightly parted, as he found it hard to breathe.

"Jena" he whispered, his voice almost a whimper.

She stirred peacefully at the sound of his voice. It undeniably was her favourite sound in this miserable world. It was what put her to sleep at nights, but also what made her feel more alive than ever before. He was on tours often, so he was away from home. He was away from her. But the sneaky Skype calls and the late night messages- oh god, these late night messages made her cry rivers, they made her heart skip beats and he missed him so so much- meant the world to both of them. But now he was there. He was next to her. Despite the distance and all the empty months they had spent apart, they had made it. Together.

"Baby" he whispered again, louder this time, placing a tender kiss on the corner of her lips.

Her gorgeous amber eyes fluttered open, taking in Michael's half asleep- half awake morph. His big hand was still caressing her curves, igniting fireworks from every place it passed. It stopped at her hip bone and squeezed gently, pushing her towards him and pressing his lips on hers.

"Mhh, good morning" she smiled into the kiss, loving the affection her boyfriend showed her.

"You're so pretty, baby" he groaned as he pecked her lips again, his hands rubbing her sides.

"Michael, it's so early!~" She giggled, catching up to her boyfriend's real purpose.

"What? Can't I just compliment my girl?" His eyes widened in shock and he started peppering her face with soft kisses.
"Do you think all I want is sex?" He whispered, now pressing kisses on her neck erotically, his hands moving upwards.

"Well, yeah" she joked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

In reality, she knew how much her boyfriend loved her and cared about her. All those beautiful feelings and emotions they made each other feel was the reason they were together. Sex was like the cherry on top of their relationship; either kinky or vanilla, it was always magical and full of love and that's because it was something they did together.

"I'm so shocked, I don't know what to say!" He smiled against the soft skin of her chest.

His lips were trailing down her body, beneath the white sheet, leaving open mouthed kisses as they went.

"Don't say anything then" She hushed him, her voice lower than usual.

Her slim fingers found their way on his dyed bright red hair, guiding him to where she needed him the most. He opened her legs and cupped her with his warm hand. Jena let out a soft moan as Michael started playing with her folds. He traced a finger between them, and watched her opening up to him like a blooming rose. His hot breath was fanning her core, making her sweet juices spill with desire.

"M-michael I'm so wet," she whined, backing her hips upwards.

"I can see that, baby. You're so good for me" Michael parted his lips and started lapping at her arousal.

He had started getting hard, his erect member pressed against the mattress, and it was really difficult for him not to touch himself. But he was focused on making his baby girl come. That would be his reward; drinking all the juices she could give him.

Michael pressed her clit with his thumb, and started circling it, as his tongue entered her. Her back arched and she tugged at his fluffy locks, as she felt Michael's wet pink muscle invading her and pushing in and out, in and out. But she wanted more, she needed more. She placed her other hand on her chest, and started massaging it gently, squeezing and cupping and rubbing it. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy. Michael was rubbing his erection on the bed, thrusting his hips in rhythm with the thrusts of his tongue. The thrusts were becoming more needy and quick and sloppy as the sweet release was nearing. Michael was almost there, but Jena needed one more thing. She needed to see his face, and capture it to her memory forever. So she pulled the white sheet off of their naked bodies, revealing a sight that made her eyebrows furrow and her mouth to form a perfect 'o' shape; Michael's heavy leaded eyes staring back at her, his beautiful features scrunched up in pleasure, and his pale body moving frantically in the chase of his release.

And with one, two, three more thrusts of his tongue, she came, tightening around him, and relishing her liquids all over his pretty mouth, making him moan in joy. He followed soon after, his sticky cum staining those filthy white sheets. She waited for a moment, before pulling him towards her for a breath taking kiss.

"Wanted to see yourself how nice you taste, princess?"

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Ah, okay, so how was that?
You hadn't given me a specific storyline to follow, so I hope you're okay with that. I know it wasn't smut smut, but I can write a part 2 if you want?

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