Bath Time (Mikey Fluffy Virgin Smut)
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When you were in high school, you had a major crush on Michael Clifford. You never regretted your decision to not talk to him more than you did now, when you saw him on the television, heard him on the radio, reblogged him from your tumblr dash. You always had thought he was cute, but now it was not hard to see he had blossomed into a straight up sex God.
You had only spoken to him on a few occasions, that is why when he came home from tour and recognized you in the grocery store, you were speechless. He caught you off guard with the way his eyes flashed down to your lips when you spoke, and the way he bit his lip. If you paid really close attention, you loved the fact you could see that behind the confident rockstar was still the nerdy, giggly schoolboy.
He was there for the entire Summer. It started with you watching movies at your house, then meeting his best friends/band mates, and soon you found yourself grabbing dinner and kissing him goodnight on the doorstep.
The two of you had only been dating a few weeks before he came over to your apartment late at night, his eyes puffy and red, tears staining his jumper. As you answered the door, you were flooded with concern.
“Michael? Its almost 1 AM, whats wrong?” you asked, worry evident in your tone.
“Uh, can I come in?” he cleared his throat.
“Yea of course.” you nodded, moving aside to allow him over your threshold. He sprawled out on your cheap pleather couch, burying his face in his hands, his nimble fingers curling around his purple locks. He balled up fists of his hair, and let out an exasperated sigh.
“Mikey? What’s wrong? You can talk to me.” you soothed him, rubbing small circles on his back with the palm of your hand.
“You’re scaring me (Y/N.) You are scaring me so fucking much, “ he sobbed, “ Before I met you I was fine with being single and on the road, I was okay with meaningless sex, but now I am afraid that I am going to fall for you, and leave knowing you will forget about me. Then no girl will ever be able to give me what I could have earned from loving you. I mean shit, we are only 18. I grew up too fast (Y/N.)”
Tears streamed down his face. You cupped his jaw, dragging your thumb across his cheek, drying his tear lovingly. “Michael, I have loved you since Freshman year. When you left, I was kicking myself. There is no need to be afraid. I waited four years to kiss you, and I will wait as long as it takes if thats what you want.” you whispered, burying your face into the crook of his neck, placing featherlight kisses on his pale skin.
He drew back, looking at you, finding sincerity in your expression. “You mean….will you actually be mine?” his voice broke. You bit your lip, smiling without hesitation. He immediately took you into his arms, wrapping them around you and hugging you tight.
“I was going to get a bath, but you can stay tonight if you want.” you whispered.
His breath caught in his throat as he nodded eagerly, not knowing what to anticipate. You had never done anything more than kiss Michael, in fact you had never done anything more than kiss anyone in general. No one had ever seen you naked before, and you didn’t know whether Michael would want to join you in the tub, or if he would be disgusted by your figure.
He followed you into your bathroom, and stood facing you as ran water into the claw foot bathtub. “Mike?” you whispered, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Hm?” he smiled.
“Um, I have never uh…” you began.
“(Y/N) we have all the time in the world, if you aren’t ready I understand, I am not rushing you into anything you don’t want to do.” he assured you lovingly.
“Thank you,” you laughed, “but I was going to say I have never done more than kiss anyone. No one has ever seen me naked, and what if I am not beautiful?” you looked down at your bare feet on the tile.
“(Y/N), are you kidding me right now? You can trust me, I promise you I will love your body no matter what. You’re figure is amazing, and even if you were any bigger or smaller, it wouldn’t matter.” he whispered sweetly.
With that, you slowly removed your white tank top, and let your sweatpants slide to the floor. You looked up at him, seeing him smiling at you. He took your wrists in his hands, encouraging you. You stood there, in a pink cotton bra and white boy shorts, slightly embarrassed at how simple you looked. But from the look on Michael’s face, you could have been wearing a Victoria Secret lingerie set.
You stepped in close to him, removing his shirt and placing your hand on his bare chest. You scooped your hair so it fell over one shoulder, allowing him access to unhook your bra. As it fell to the floor, his eyes did not fall to your exposed chest, however remained locked with yours. His sweetly kissed your lips, then both of your nipples. You let your underwear fall around your ankles, shuddering at the cold air around you.
“You are a goddess.” he murmured under his breath, taking in every inch of your imperfect body. You giggled, prompting him to remove his black skinny jeans and boxers. You turned off the faucet, and eased yourself into the warm water. He followed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned against the back of the tub.
You both sat engulfed in the steam, accompanied by silence except for Michael mindlessly humming occasionally. He massaged shampoo into your hair, rinsing it out gently, being sure not to get any in your eyes. He placed soft kisses on your collar bone, and neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin.
Before you could cover your mouth, you let out a sharp gasp, and arched your back, as he continued to nibble at your skin. You turned pink with embarrassment, “uh, sorry” you choked out. He shushed you, assuring you there was nothing to apologize for, and he found it cute.
Your arm snaked around behind his neck and pulled softly at the light hairs. “Fuck.” he sighed, his member growing hard and pressing against your back. You turned around, facing him and giggled to yourself. He looked down at his erection “Oh shit, (Y/N) Im sorry, don’t worry we don’t have to…” he rambled.
“Mikey, its okay. Im flattered. Maybe no sex tonight ha, but I am willing to try new things.” you smiled.
“Are you sure, I don’t want to pressure you…”
“Michael, I want to…touch me.” you whispered before smashing your lips against his. You flipped underneath him so you were supported by the back of the tub. Michael spread your legs apart at the knees, and moved into the space between them. You shuddered in anticipation, desperately craving his touch.
Michael leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Have you ever come before?” his lips ghosting against your neck.
You shook your head no, and a smirk spread across his face.
“May I…” he began
“Yes, Michael, fuck, please, do something.” you squirmed underneath him.
He chuckled at your enthusiasm, and dipped his hand under the water, taking your clit between his two fingers and massaging it slowly. You arched your back, uttering swears under your breath. He studied your face for any discomfort, determined to make you feel completely comfortable.
“One finger?” he asked, and nodded, giving him approval. His index finger eased into your entrance, slowly pumping in and out. You moaned at the sensation, hungry for more.
“More.” you pleaded. He added another finger, easing it into you, and stretching your walls. He curled his fingertips against your sweet spot, making you moan sharply, your nails digging into his back. His thumb continued to rub circles between your folds, as his fingers worked their magic.
Soon you were coming unraveled underneath him, hugging your arms around his neck for support. You collapsed against him, breathless at the experience. He picked you up bridal style, and wrapped you in a warm towel. Carrying you to your bed, he laid you down gently, stroking your hair. He turned back towards the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” you whined.
“To fix this…” he laughed gesturing down to his throbbing member. His tip was flushed pink, and a bead of precum glimmered on his slit. You licked your lips, “let me help you…” you spoke confidently.
He chucked under his breathe, taking a moment to determine whether you were being serious. Before he had the chance to ask you reached out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer. You looked at him, before curling your hand around his length. He twitched in your hand and let out a shaky breathe.
“May I?” you asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.