Beautiful Girl || MGC || Smut
Relationship: Michael Clifford/[Y/N]
Word Count: 1300+
Everything seemed to slow down as soon as your eyes adhered to his. Music still evidently pounding in your ears, the smell of alcohol infesting your sinuses, but that was nothing compared to the hypnotising trance he had managed to put you in. Without realising, you were slowly treading your way to him, your lust evident in your step as it echoed in your ears. The click clack of your shoes making their way towards the beautiful boy you had been fixated on for the last minute. There was no smug facial expression or smirk hanging off his mouth, in fact, he was basically expressionless. His mouth lightly parted, he was too entranced in you to plaster a smirk onto his face. Once you had reached him, you lost visual contact with everything but him, letting your guard down. “I’m Michael.” He spoke as he extended his right hand as you took up his offer, shaking it. “[Y/N].” You spoke with an equitable amount of confidence from the almost corrosive liquid you had cascading down your throat an hour ago. He had been the first one to break eye contact, to signal the bartender for another round for the two of you which you were not about to turn down. As soon as you slammed your glass down your tongue involuntarily licked the excess liquid from your lip as Michael’s eyes haunted over your lips. “Dance with me.” He said in a more commanding tone rather than a question. You took his hand without any hesitation and followed to the dance floor that was littered with drunk bodies only there for a fix.
Michael’s hands roamed your body as he held you close, the two of you moving in time with the rhythm. It was clear that Michael was getting turned on by you moving so well against his body but he had no shame in what you were doing to him. Instead, he embraced. Nipping at your neck and praising you with sweet words. You yourself weren’t as innocent as you’d like to have been perceived. Making sure to grind into him at the right moments and adding just a little more pleasure than what had been called for. The alcohol and his intoxicating presence just adding to your confidence.
It wasn’t long before you were pressed up against a hotel wall, his hot breath on your neck as you let out strangled moans en lieu of sexual frustration. His tongue skimmed your bottom lip before he took it in between him teeth pulling at it slightly. Your hands tugging at his hair as he finally crashed his own lips onto yours, moving you onto the large bed. “Tonight. You are mine.” He growled in between kisses as you whined in pleasure and acknowledgement. Clothes were being strewn across the room as you two fought for dominance, Michael reluctantly winning. “Fuck, please.” You begged him as you wrapped your legs around his torso trying to gain some much needed pleasure. Only a thin piece of fabric restraining the two of you. “Awh, does someone need some attention?” He rhetorically cooed as you let out a frustrated whine as you heard a low chuckle come from him. “Why didn’t you just say so?” He remarked as you made eye contact with him. His eyes were filled with an incredible amount of lust as he lingered at your naval, slowly reaching the place you needed him most at the moment. “Do you want my fingers?” He asked, hooking them under the fabric of your panties, “or my tongue?” He smirked, licking his lips and coming back up to your face. “Which one is it, baby girl?” He asked, adding a sweet nickname that you swore could’ve made you come right then and there, but you had to contain yourself. “B-both.” You managed to muster out, not caring how desperate you sounded. His eyes lit up and his smirk grew even larger at your response. “Your wish, is my command.” He grinned devilishly as he receded to your lower extremities welcoming you with his warm tongue as you practically jumped out of your skin. “Oh god yes.” You praised him as you fisted the sheets and tried your best not to squirm. He was lapping away at your juices as he entered two fingers, stretching your out slightly, making you gasp from the pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck, yes Michael right there.” You urged as he began curling his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot. The familiar warmth in your stomach began building as your breathing increased rapidly. Your hands removed themselves from the sheets and made their way down to his hair, tugging at it. “M’ so close.” You moaned as he sped up his pace in both his tongue and fingers. Just when you thought you were going to get the release you so badly desired, he ceased all his actions. A whine escaping your lips as you looked down at him. “You’re not coming unless I’m inside you.” He growled, crawling over you and trapping your lips in a kiss letting you taste yourself. He swiftly removed his boxers as he reached for a condom in his wallet, letting you admire him in all his beauty. “If you keep being a girl for me, I might just let you touch me.” He smirked as he noticed your staring making you blush. “God, you’re so fucking cute and hot all at the same time.” He praised as he rolled the condom over him and positioned himself. “Are you ready for me sweetheart?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a reassuring nod. “Always ready.” You smirked as he slowly pushed in, the both of you moaning in unison. Steading himself, he began a slow smooth pattern before speeding up. “God, you’re so fucking tight baby girl.” He exalted as you moaned his name mercilessly. “Oh my god yes, right there.” You expressed, letting your eyes close as he picked up his pace. Your nails raked down his delicate milky skin leaving red marks as he brought you closer and closer to your climax, as well as his own. “You close baby girl? You gonna come all over my dick? All for me?” He spoke in a rough voice as the same warm feeling came back. “Y-yes, fuck yes.” You moaned as his thrusts began getting sloppy, “come for me.” He demanded and as if on cue, you released all over him, arching your back as you began seeing stars. It wasn’t long before he came with a long grunt as he buried his head in your neck.
You both lay under the thin layer of the cover as you caught your breaths and registered what had just happened. You turned your head, getting your first good look at him. “With all your staring, you might as well take a picture.” He smirked as you let out a small chuckle. “It’s not everyday I end up in bed with a ridiculously handsome man, so pardon my glances.” You chided with a small laugh as he wrapped you in his arms. “It’s not everyday a beautiful girl thinks so much of me.” He admitted as you stroked his hair with a smile. “Then may I suggest taking this ‘beautiful girl’ out on a proper date?” You laughed as he kissed your temple. “I think that’s an excellent idea.” He laughed along as he traced shapes on your back. “But I think the beautiful girl deserves some rest right now.” He said, now more serious as you looked up at him. Before you could say anything in protest, a yawn escaped your mouth indicating he truly was right. “We’ll talk in the more in the morning.” He said with a sweet smile as he tucked the two of you in properly under the duvet. “Goodnight, Michael.” You said as you curled yourself against him. “Sleep tight.” He spoke as he pressed a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “My beautiful girl.” You heard him mumble before you fell asleep with a smile.