Michael Clifford Imagines

Pixie cut

Pixie cut

By: 5sos-smut-only

Pixie cut (Michael smut)

You watched as your hair fell down to the floor. From the base of your neck down to the floor, lightly swirling down. You had decided to cut your hair, normally that wasn't a big deal for most girls, they did it all the time. But you have had long hair since you could remember. It was always at least to the bottom of your rib cage, only getting cut to get a trim or get rid of dead and split ends.

You had made this decision on impulse. Only coming into the shop for a quick trim, you were flipping through the pages of a hair model magazine and fell in love with a certain short style cut. Without a second thought you told your stylist that's what you wanted, and now here you were.

"All done sweetie." Your stylist said, spinning your chair so you could look in the mirror.

A smile lit up your face as you saw your reflection. You looked good, more grown up, and the shorter hair better matched your cheekbones. Still smiling you paid for your hair cut and walked out of the shop happy. On the way home your mind flashed to your boyfriend Michael. You knew he had loved your ling hair, would love to play with it and run his hands through it. You knew he was going to love the way you looked no matter what, but slight uneasiness still clawed at your stomach.

Unlocking the door you walked in. Michael was on the couch playing video games, controller in his hand as his game buzzed to an end.

"Hey ba-" His sentence cut short as he looked at you. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes raking you up and down. "Where is your hair?" He asked, dumbfounded.

Your heart fell to your stomach, he didn't like it. You looked on the floor and brushed some if your bangs out of your eyes.

"I cut it off." You said, still looking at the ground.

Without another word, you were in Michael's arms, pressed on the door. His lips found yours and roughly kissed you. His hands slid down your sides, resting at the bottom of your butt.

"You look so sexy with short hair." He said between kisses. You smiled as he kissed you, his tongue gliding along your bottom lip.

You hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt, singling that you wanted it off. Michael moved his mouth from yours and let you take his shirt off. Once it was you smirked at him, letting your fingers run down his exposed chest. Shivering, Michael giggled into the kiss, letting his hands rest on your butt. His lips started to kiss down your jawline, using his teeth to nip your skin every now and then. His hands were now under your shirt, resting on your lower back. He brought his lips the top of your throat. Sucking, biting, and soothing he left you a huge purple hickey.

"Mikey! I don't have long hair to hide this anymore!" You lightly scolded him as he started on making another hickey. As his hands roamed down your body he continued to kiss all around your neck. 

"That hair makes your cheekbones look really good. Your eyes look gorgeous." He said between kisses. 

You couldn't help but giggle at your boyfriend. He led you upstairs to your shared bedroom, gently laying you on the bed. His thumbs slowly rubbed the button of your jeans, then sliding them, unbuttoning them. He pulled your shorts down, you kicking them off as the landed on your ankles. 

He kissed all down your stomach, letting the pad of his thumb rub you through your panties. Biting your lip you let your back slightly arch. Michael kissed the insides of your thighs, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties. Pulling them down he kissed the insides of your thighs, getting closer to your heat. 

Grabbing your hipbones he licked a bold stripe up your heat. Crying out, you let your hands fly to his hair. Chuckling to himself he did it again, causing you to moan louder. Stopping, Michael started to suck at your clit. His tongue swirled around your clit, his fingers poking at your entrance. 

"M-Michael please." You begged, wanting him to give you more. 

"Sure thing baby." Michael hummed into you, the vibrations making you scream out.

His fingers plunged into you, curling and uncurling his fingers. His mouth continued to work on your clit, sucking and swirling and using his teeth to graze you clit. Your back was fully arched off your bed, your eyes half closed. His fingers would every so slightly brush against your g-spot. The familiar feeling of an orgasm quickly built in your stomach. The knot in your stomach got so tight it was getting hard for you to breath, your legs a shaking mess. Michael lifted his head from your legs, his chin glistening. 

"Sorry baby but I cant wait any longer." He growled. He moved his body up so he was hovering over you, He buried his head between your breasts, kissing your skin. You flipped Michael over and started to kiss along his jawline.

You placed your hands on his chest and positioned yourself over him. Lowering down you both hissed out. Michael's head fell to the back of his pillow, his eyes closing shut. His hands traced your hip lines as you lowered yourself on him. Soon that wasn't enough for him as he started to thrust into you. Your legs started to shake again as sloppy moans fell from Michael's mouth. 

"Im close baby." Michael moaned as your felt him twitch inside you. You just moaned out to let him know you were as well. With one last thrust Michael released into you, crying out. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth slightly open. 

Seeing him under you gave you the last nudge for your own release. Your head fell down, arms shaking on either side of Michael. Your head was spinning, your eyes fluttered shut as your head filled with complete euphoria. As Michael slid out of you, you rolled over. Your hair was matted, your chest moved up and down. Michael pulled the covers up over both of you and pulled you close to him. His head was on the crook of your neck, peppering you with small kisses. 

"I love you, and your short hair baby." Michael purred. 

"I love you too Mikey." You responded, and moved your head over to kiss him softly.