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Clubbing - Michael Clifford (smut)

Your body moves with the beat of the music. It feels so good to let go a little bit and just relax. Michael had offered to bring you out, but he had gone to get some drinks a while ago and hadn't come back yet, so you were putting your heart and soul into dancing.

"Hey, sorry I took so long!" Michael shouts from behind you, passing you a drink as you turn to him.
"S'okay. I've been dancing." You shout back, but the loud music still drowns out your voice.
He grins, "I can see."

For a while you dance together, and you can't deny you like the feeling of his hands on your body, and you like being in minimum proximity of him. It makes you feel alive. But these weren't feelings you were ready to admit to - not likely.

So, you just keep your body against his, lined up perfectly; hips to hips, chest to chest...

His fingers graze the skin beneath your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine despite the heat of the club. He grips onto your waist a little tighter, making your heart beat a little harder. Somehow he manages to pull you closer, and his lips are on your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and teasing the sensitive skin there. You're not really sure what's happening, but all you can concentrate on is how good he's making you feel. You tip your head back to give him more access, and he finds a spot below your jaw that sends you crazy.

"Fuck," you mutter, biting your lip to repress a moan. Michael kisses up your jaw, until his lips are hovering over yours. At first you're not sure whether he's going to take that step, but then you see the look in his eyes, and you're kissing before you have another second to think.

His lips move fast and passionately against yours, and you respond equally as hungrily. His hand presses into the small of your back, trying to draw you closer to him, while your fingers tangle in his hair. He releases a throaty moan onto your lips and pulls back.

"We need to g-go," he rasps, and pulls you off the dancefloor.

You follow Michael to the door, but you can't keep off him for another second. You've had a taste of everything you want, and now you can't stop yourself from taking more.
You pull him back to you, earning a brief second of shock before you crash your lips onto his. He responds immediately, pulling you into his body and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"I- I can't wait. I need you- now." He growls, quietly enough for only you to hear. You run your eyes over the club, noticing a corridor that you have no idea where leads to.

"C'mon."

You lace your fingers through his again, and make your way to the corridor.

You're in luck- there's a janitors closet.

Thankfully, the door is open as the lock is on the inside. Michael is quick to bolt the door, ensuring your privacy.

He wastes no time in pulling your shirt over your head and kissing down your chest - something that makes you wild. A moan escapes your lips and suddenly Michael stops what he's doing, much to your dismay.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, baby." He breathes, his breath hot on your wet lips.

"I- I can. I will." You mumble, not really knowing what you're saying. You're just trying to get his lips back on your body.

Michael smirks and begins assaulting your neck, no doubt leaving marks that everyone would be dying to hear the story behind.

The next item of clothing to go is his shirt. Your hands explore the newly exposed skin, eliciting groans of pleasure from him.

He hoists you up, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his body, inevitably reducing your proximity.

"Ohh-" he moans as you grind your hips onto his. More items of clothing disappear. You're desperate for him.

"Mike, I need you now," you breathe out, barely able to speak through your desire.

"Wait- [Y/N]," he says, and, detecting the serious note in his voice, you meet his eyes.

"What's up?" You mumble, trying not to stare at his swollen lips.

"What're we doing? I mean... What is this?"

Michael sounds nervous, which isn't something you're used to hearing from him.

"It's... What do you want it to be?"

You're silently hoping for a specific answer. You know exactly what you want - but does he?

"I want this to be more than a one night thing. A-and I don't want you to want me just because you're drunk or whatever. Because I- I really want you, [Y/N]. As more than a hookup."

You grin, your cheeks immediately flushing red.

"I'm not drunk Michael. I want you, badly. And it's not the first time I've felt like this. I- I've always wanted you. This could never be a one night thing."

That's all it takes to convince him.

A wave of pleasure ripples through your body as Michael slowly enters you. He gives you a minute to adjust before his thrusts get harder and faster, leaving you in a state of complete bliss.

A loud moan escapes you, and Michael slows down a little. "You have to be quiet, baby." He mumbles onto your skin.

"Go faster," you reply, and tangle your fingers in his hair. A quiet moan slips from his lips, and you're infatuated with the noise. He has the nicest moan you've ever heard.

It doesn't take long before you feel the familiar build up in the pit of your stomach. Each thrust gets you closer and closer to the edge.

"Mike I'm gonna-"

"Wait, baby, you can hold it off."

It takes all of your effort to stop yourself, but as soon as Michaels thrusts speed up and start to get sloppy, you know it's time.

"I- I-" he groans, and you let your orgasm take over.

Michael clamps his hand over your mouth as you scream out, the intensity of the orgasm being too much to stay quiet.

He groans and curses as he comes inside you, somehow managing to keep his voice down.

His fingers find your clit quickly, rubbing you in slow circles to make your high last longer. By the time he's done with you you're exhausted. But you're happy. So so happy.

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