Long Way Home || Michael Clifford

Long Way Home (Michael Clifford Smut)

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Your P.O.V:

Michael had invited you to join him and the boys in the studio today. You had agreed eagerly. You felt excited at watching a song come together and you loved to hear Michael sing, above the rest. His rough voice was beautiful to listen to and watching him sing into the microphone, his eyes squeezed shut, for some reason, turned you on immensely.

You knew that not much attention would be paid to you today, Michael was at work after all. However, throughout the day you found your mind wandering, thinking all sorts of naughty things, especially about what you could do with Michael when you left the studio with him.

You pulled your phone out of your bag. Michael had every right to know how he was making you feel.

“Michael Clifford. Do you know how hot you look right now? ;)” you watched as Michael received your text, his body quickly shifting away from Calum, who was standing next to him, hiding his phone.

“No, how hot do I look Y/F/N?” Michael hastily tapped out his reply.

“You look so hot that I couldn’t think of anything better than you in my mouth right now…” you laughed to yourself quietly, enjoying teasing him.

“Michael, you missed your queue. Try again.” the producer called into the booth. Michael apologised and shoved his phone back in his back pocket, looking flustered.

Whenever Michael would glance through the glass at you, you would bite your lip or shoot him a sexy smile. Soon, Michael began to look anywhere but at you and you smirked, knowing you were obviously turning him on.

At last it was time to leave and as Michael reached you, he grabbed you by the wrist roughly and dragged you to his car. You felt the hard, cold metal through the thin material of your dress as Michael pushed you up against the passenger side door and pressed his lips roughly to yours, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, causing you to lose your breath. His hand curled into the hair at the base of your neck whilst the other pressed your body to his. Your hands lay loosely on either side of his waist.

Just as your thoughts began to blur, getting lost within the passionate and furious kiss, Michael pulled away.

He shifted you to the side and opened the door for you, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?” his voice was lower that usual, making you want him even more. You loved when he was like this.

On the car ride home you could practically hear the sexual tension buzzing around the small space. The way Michael’s eyes would flicker down to you, taking in a sharp breath when he realised you’d inched your dress up to expose more of your thighs was turning you on beyond belief. You watched the muscles in his arm tensing as he drove and when he reached up to ruffle his hair.

You placed your hand on his thigh, sliding it closer and closer to his crotch, watching his face as his eyes darted down to your hand a couple of times. You finally reached where you were aiming for and rubbed him over his jeans, feeling him stiffen slightly under your touch. You expected Michael to stop you when you reached for his button and zipper, but he didn’t. His breathing was shallow as he continued to drive, saying nothing to deter you, as he became increasingly excited by you.

Now you could easily reach your hand into his boxers and you palmed him some more before Michael shifted his hips up slightly so you could pull down his tight jeans and underwear down to his thighs.

His shaft came free, pre cum beading at the tip. You ran your thumb over it and Michael breathed heavily yet again.

You could feel Michael tensing as you leaned over his lap before licking the tip and then up the length of his shaft. Michael moaned loudly at the feel of your hot mouth on him. You swirled your tongue over and around the tip making him moan your name, finally giving you the reaction you wanted. You took him fully into your mouth, trying to take as much of him as you could without gagging, using your hand for the rest.

Michael was a mess underneath you. One hand was gripping on your hair tightly and he moaned loudly and freely. You had no idea how he was concentrating on driving. You had probably better speed this up, you thought to yourself.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, letting a moan escape you, the vibrations from your lips giving Michael even more pleasure.

“Fuck kitten, you are so good at this.” Michael groaned.

You continued to bob your head, sucking in your cheeks and occasionally swirling your tongue around the tip. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth and knew he was close. He soon released, shouting a list of profanities.

You sat back up, licking the corners of your mouth before helping Michael pull up his pants, making him whimper slightly when you accidentally brushed his sensitive member. You sat back and smiled to yourself, enjoying the knowledge that you could affect Michael in such a way.

Michael put his foot down, you were now only around the corner from your home and you soon found yourself in the underground car park in your apartment building.

As soon as Michael had parked, he faced you leaning in and kissing you with his soft, dark red lips. The sexual tension was still strong in the air, especially for you as you still hadn’t got any relief. You climbed over and straddled Michael, your thighs on either side of him. You leaned back to pull the lever and the chair slid back with a loud jolt. You both laughed but it was soon forgotten when your lips found his yet again and you ground your hips down into him, grateful for the friction.

You could feel Michael’s hands grappling at your thighs and feel his breath on your ear as you kissed his neck.

“Do that again.” Michael demanded and you ground your hips once more making him moan and bite down on his lip.

You were becoming impatient for your own release so you kneeled up moving Michael’s pants down once more.

His hand moved between your thighs to massage your clothed clit. You’d been waiting for this for so long and you felt extra sensitive, his simple touch making you whimper and arch your back.

You could sense Michael’s cock underneath you, he moved your panties to the side, moving his fingers closer to your core. After the hours of waiting, his hand was not enough.

You needed him and you needed him now. You looked into his eyes, moving his hand to your hip before you took him in your hand and guided him into you.

You sank down onto him ever so slowly, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of him filling you up, whispering his name in his ear. It wasn’t long before neither of you could stand the slow pace and Michael began to move his own hips, meeting your thrusts and using his hands to roughly bring you down onto him.

The car was full of the sound of skin slapping on skin, mingled with your moans and Michael’s heaving breathing, both making each other come undone.

The proximity of your bodies made the moment extremely intimate and your orgasms were intense as you came together. You leaned into Michael’s chest, trying to catch your breath and you both began to laugh. Had you really just had sex in the car?

You lifted yourself off Michael, kissing him deeply before slumping back into your own seat. Michael’s hair was sticking slightly to his head.

“Shall we go and take a shower?” he asked, winking at you.