𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

High Speed (Michael Clifford Smut)

Summary: Michael and (Y/N) go on a little date while on tour, which makes (Y/N) crave more of Michael.
Based on Sexual Prompts #33: "Good girl.", #45: "Take your panties off.", & #64: "I can't stop thinking about your hands on me."
And 100 ways to say I love you Prompt #80: "Is your seatbelt on?" 
(Smut/ Unprotected Sex / Choking / Oral; Male Receiving)

This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading stuff like this one, please, scroll through the chapters to find something you might like.

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"Is your seatbelt on?" Michael asks me as he pushes the key in the ignition. I sigh and nod, pouting at him and earning a confused look from my boyfriend.
"What? I thought you had a good time on our date..." He states, a bit of complaint in his voice.
"I had the greatest time I have had in a while. I just don't want to go back to the bus. This was great because it was just the two of us, which in the bus is considered an unaffordable luxury." I explain, reaching to stroke his cheek softly.
"I promise we will have a date as soon as possible." He purses his lips to kiss the inside of my palm, right on the part that connects it with my thumb.
"Why do I feel like we are running out of time now?" I ask him, resting back in my seat.
"Because we are. I don't for how much longer they will be waiting for us in that Target parking lot." He chuckles, starting the car.
"It sucks that we missed it. I needed some stuff and I wanted to see if Calum would pick a roll of fabric for a blanket..." I giggle, turning a bit to look at Michael as he drives. My comment brings a throaty laugh out of my boyfriend, the kind that pushes his cheeks up and nearly reveals all of his teeth.
"You can message them and see if they can pick up whatever you need." He offers, making me bite the inside of my cheek.
"Smart cookie." I coo, ruffling his hair as I fish my phone out of my purse.

Michael brings his hand to my thigh, just a bit above the hem of my dress, letting it rest there for a moment before his thumb strokes infinite patterns. It makes me smile, how he always finds the perfect moment to be soft with me, letting intimacy flow between us. I send a shopping list to Ashton while biting my bottom lip. I wish Michael would creep his hand up a bit, making this moment a little more smut for us.
"Are you ok?" He asks me just as I lock my phone and leave it on the car's dashboard.
"Yeah, why?" I ask him back casually.
"Your cheeks are red and your lip is nearly bleeding. What's going on?" He cocks an eyebrow at me. I fix my posture and bring my hand to press it against my cheek, feeling my skin burning.
"I just... I can't stop thinking about your hands on me... Touching my thighs, grazing my spine, holding the back of my head steady to kiss me deeply..." I sigh, closing my eyes to picture what I am narrating.
"Oh..." He yelps, tickling his fingers down towards my knee.
"Yeah... You have gotten me fucked..." I admit, making him clear his throat.
"I didn't know I influence you that much..." He replies, taking his hand away from my leg and causing me to whine.
"Are you kidding me? I practically melt every time you touch me..." I watch for his reaction. I feel weirdly annoyed by him depriving me of his touch, my stomach tightening as I crave a bit more from him.
"Well, we are not far from going back to our bunk..." He smirks devilishly, speeding up the car.
"I don't know. It feels kinda weird, with our friends so close to us while we fuck..." I shrug.
"Oh, baby... Don't pretend like we haven't fucked semi-publicly in the past. Plus, I know you like putting on a show for the neighbors when we are together." He chuckles.
"First of all, I am not putting on a show. And second... Well, there is no second. My point is, it is weird fucking just a bed below your friends..." I reply, making him hum.
"So what? Like they haven't been fucking their girlfriends in their bunks..." He scoffs.
"Not to mention there is hardly even room to have sex in those bunks..." I point out, but Michael muses at me.
"Trust me, there is plenty of space in there." He assures me.
"And how exactly do you know that?" I ask, arching an eyebrow at him as I wait for an answer. "What? You think I don't have a past?" He asks me back; I am not going to lie, a sting of jealousy covers my stomach, making me cross my arms before my chest.
"What? Babe... Don't tell me you are jealous." Michael gasps, pulling over. He turns to look at me, while I bounce my leg in agitation.
"What? No... I just... Fuck it. Yeah, I am jealous. And what about it?" I ask him. He has a stupid smile on his face, making me squint at him for how confident he turns from me being jealous of his past. He pries my chin closer to him, leaning in for a kiss, softly brushing his lips over mine. "It is just my past. You are my present... Hopefully, my future too..." He assures me, bringing his lips to the tip of my nose for a quick peck before he turns back to the steering wheel.
I stare at him as he pulls in the road again, definitely turning softer after his comment.