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SeXy II Michael Clifford II

Today was just one of those days; you couldn’t get negative thoughts out of your head. For the most part, you were pretty positive, or at least you tried to be. You tried to love yourself, tried to remind yourself that you’re fine the way you are, but some days, you just didn’t like what you saw.

Michael was out for a while, so you stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, studying yourself. You lifted up your shirt to pinch the chub on your stomach, turned around to look at your butt, jiggled your thighs… You sighed.

You were examining your body from side to side when you heard the door to your apartment open and shut, followed by Michael hollering, “Baay-beee, where are you?”

You immediately adjusted your clothes and put on a smile, then Michael appeared in the doorway. “What are you doing, sweetie?” He smiled, walking in and plopping down on the bed to kick off his shoes.

You stared at him, trying to fight back the tears; why did they have to start now?

When Michael tossed his shoes off to the side, he looked up at you, and his smile turned into a look of concern, “Wait…” His voice trailed off, “Wait, wait, somethings wrong. What happened?”

You let out a small, breathy laugh; you always loved that Michael could pick out when something was wrong with you.

You took a deep breath in; this was always hard to talk about. You didn’t know how to word things just right without sounding harsh. Finally, you mumbled, “I look terrible.”

"What? Nuh-huh, you always look great in my clothes." He smirked, making you remember you had his favorite ripped green day tank and some pajama shorts on.

"I-I don’t mean like that, Michael," You began, and wished he’d just fill in the rest of the blanks.

And he did, quite easily, actually. Because this wasn’t the first time you’d been upset about your body.

"Babe," He frowned, "You’re so cute. You’re adorable."

"Yeah," You crossed your arms, "I’m cute, maybe, whatever. But I’m not beautiful and I’m definitely not sexy."

He rolled his eyes, “Really, babe? Really?”

You nodded.

"Okay, explain to me why I feel the need to brag about how I have the most gorgeous girlfriend in the band. Explain to me why, I like to take hundreds of pictures of you doing fucking nothing, just so I can look at them later and smile… Explain to me why… I get hard nearly every time you just touch me. You think you’re not sexy?" He huffed, "Strip."

Somewhere during Michael’s little speech, a tear had rolled down your cheek. You wiped your eyes and sniffled, “M-Michael-“

"Did I fucking stutter?" He asked, loudly, "Strip. For Daddy."

He knew you couldn’t resist that. You bit your lip, beginning to pull down your shorts, when he said, “Wait! …Where’s your camera?”

"What?"

"We’re gonna film it," He insisted, flashing a cheeky smile, "Gimme your camera."

You stood still, hesitating. Did you really want to be filmed? You could barely look at yourself in the mirror today, and knowing Michael, after filming he’d make you watch it and point out things to you like, “See how beautiful you look there,” and “Look how sexy that is.”

Though, that might be a good thing. You half smiled, and grabbed your camera from a drawer and handed it to him. You watched him fiddle with it before you heard the noise that told you it was recording, then he demanded again, “Okay, strip, Y/N.”

You slowly slid your shorts down, and stepped out of them. You took a deep breath before removing your shirt, as you didn’t have a bra on. You stared at Michael to see his reaction; he began to bite his lip, still smiling, cheekily.

Finally, after more deep breaths and ignoring the nervous butterflies in your tummy, you pulled down your underwear and kicked them off to the side.

"There’s my pretty little girl," Michael beamed, "Come here, baby."

Michael motioned you towards him with a finger, then set the camera down next to the bed. You slowly walked towards him, then crawled onto the bed, placing your legs on either side of his so you were straddling him perfectly. 

Immediately, he took one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around your nipple. You tangle a hand in his messy hair, and smile down at him as he does the same to the other and looks up at you, fluttering his eyes.

He then starts kissing your neck, and you feel two fingers run up your slit, making your breath hitch.

"Mmm," He moans into your neck, "Always so wet for me, hmm, babygirl?"

You whimper, “Y-yes, Daddy.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking over at the camera. “Tell the camera, who’re you wet for?”

You look over into the camera, biting your lip, “I’m wet for you, Daddy.”

"That’s a good girl," He praises, continuing to rub you, teasingly like that, before finally his fingers start circling your clit. You moan, tugging on his hair as his mouth makes its way down to your breasts again. It’s not long before you feel yourself getting close, and you’re begging for more.

"D-Daddy," You mutter, "Please, fuck me."

Michael smiles at you, teasing, “What was that, baby?”

You sigh, “Please, Daddy. Please, I- I want you to fill me up.”

You thought he was going to make you beg more, but suddenly, he’s roughly pushing you off of him, and then he’s hovering on top of you, staring at you with lustful eyes. He’s quick to pull down his sweats and boxers and kick them off. He kisses you softly, and you feel his tip running up and down your slit; he always was a tease.

But, finally, he pushes inside you, letting out a groan, “Fuck, baby,” He grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers. He pins your hands down on either side of your head, and picks up a quick pace, thrusting in and out of you.

The sounds of your skin slapping together fill the room, along with him grunting and growling in your ear. He gets faster and rougher with every thrust, going deeper and when he hits your spot, you’re moaning and whimpering a broken, “Daddy.”

His thumb finds your clit, and he whispers in your ear, “You gonna cum for me, baby? Show daddy how beautiful you are when you cum.”

You moan a louder, “Daddy,” As your body shakes, overwhelmed with the feeling of pure pleasure. He lets you ride out your orgasm before he pulls out of you, grunting as he strokes himself a few times, then shooting warm spurts all over your stomach and chest.

He smiles down at you, then leans down to kiss you softly before he turns off the camera, cleans you up and lays next to you. “We will watch that later,” He warns as he takes you in his arms, cuddling you gently, “So you can see just how sexy you are. You did so amazing, babe. Daddy is so proud.”