5 Seconds Of Smut - Tumblr Posts

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Daddy Ashton...

Request: lol no I don’t get them

Member: The human kitten, aka Michael fucking Clifford.

Warning: smut,smutty,smut-smut.obviously, bad language. 

Setting: Michael goes out to a bar with the boys to celebrate the single release and spots Y/N from across the room. You chose michael as your meal for the night and things lead on from there.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY, I REALLY DONT LIKE THIS BUT I JUST WANTED SOMETHING POSTED. IT WAS RUSHED I KNOW. BUT IF YOU WANT A PART TWO , IT WILL BE WAY MORE DESCRIPTIVE. 

LIKE IT’LL BE IN MICHAEL’S P.O.V AND HOW HE FEELS WHEN HE WAKES UP AND SHIT

It was just meant to be a nice celebratory night out. Having a few drinks and a good time. Not everything goes to plan.

Michael’s pupils had dilated already and he had only been there around two hours. He’d downed 19 tequila shots, a glass of honey rum, gummy bear vodka and a few shots of caramel vodka. He couldn't care less, he was dancing all over the place, throwing his limbs around to attempt the macarana.

He was finally able to let go and relax,he deeded to. He had no idea what was going on around him but he knew he needed to stop drinking now. Michael hadn't eaten today, meaning he could end up sick. 

His ‘dancing’ was interrupted when he felt Luke tap his shoulder. He was holding a pint of water for him. Even though Luke was at a legal to drink in the UK, he didn't want to, he liked to watch people’s drunken disasters and be able to tell them about it in the morning. Luke lead Michael through the crowd and to the booth in the corner. 

“Drink, Mike” He smiled holding out the water for him. 

This happened a couple of times, Luke had slowly sobered him up a little bit. Michael was still a little bit drunk, but not a lot. 

In that time, you had arrived. Observing the people in the club, listening to heartbeats and smelling the delicious blood running through their veins. Your hunger was getting stronger. You had to choose someone quickly, otherwise the whole club would be a blood bath and you’d be done for. 

Your Y/E/C eyes scanned the room, searching until they landed on him. He was looking at you too. His eyes had a drunken sparkle to them, of course he wasn't that drunk any more. ‘He’ll do’ You thought as a smirk slipped onto your lips.You adjusted the hugging material of your dress before weaving through the crowd to meet the man at the bar. Michael’s eyes darkened as they raked your body. He was wearing a white ‘ sum 41′ t-shirt with black jeans. 

“ I like your shirt” You smiled.

This was the hardest part for you, socialising. Yes, you were a vampire but that didn't mean you were perfect at everything.

Michael chuckled softly and handed you a drink. You didn't know what it was but it couldn't have an effect on you anyway. You took a slow sip, your tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip after.

“ Shouldn't I be complimenting you on that dress” Michael’s lips twitched into a smirk as you slowly inched closer. 

“What this old thing?” A light laugh left your lips before you continued. “Are you here alone?” She hoped he was, she didn't want anyone filing a disappearance report. 

Michael shook his head, “ No, i’m here with my band mates. We’re celebrating the release of our single. “ He grinned. 

You observed the way his tongue wet his lips after each mouthful of drink. You really didn't want to do this, he seemed so sweet. 

“ Well, i’m Y/N” You leant in and pressed a lingering kiss onto his cheek, leaving a dark red lipstick mark. The moment your lips touched his skin, it ignited something in your bones.It was stronger than an electric current, you felt a sense of need. 

Michael introduced himself and proceeded to talk to you about his band and touring. Eventually, a tensional silence grew between the two of you. Michael wanted nothing more than to run his hands over your curves, he wanted cup your breasts in his hands and tease them. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking or the magnetic pull he felt towards you. 

His eyes ran over your body once more, his teeth biting his bottom lip hard. Michael leant in close to you, his warm breath hitting your ice cold skin.Your mind spun as you listened to next words that left his mouth.

“I really do like this dress,” He murmured. “But I think i’d like it better on my hotel room floor”

You had to go with him, it was your only chance to get him alone. As soon as you felt his soft lips attach to your neck, you closed your hand around his and dragged him though the building. Once you were outside, Michael pulled you past the boys. All of them looking at the two of you in shock. Michael never brought girls home. 

He lead you to the nearby hotel that he was staying at,he had the room key attached to a necklace so he didn't lose it. Once you were safely in the room with the door, locked you turned and gave a light push on his shoulder, making him sit on the edge of the bed. 

Your hands trailed down your stomach to grip the hem of your dress, “ Are you sure you want it on the floor?” Your voice came out in a seductive whisper.

Michael nodded eagerly, his eyed glued to your body as you began to slowly peel it up your body. You were teasing him and he knew it. You let your dress fall out of your hands and onto the floor, leaving you in black lace panties with a red ribbon weaved through them and a bra to match. You slowly flicked off your heels and stepped closer to Michael, standing between his legs.

“ So? Does it look better on the floor?” Your hands slid up his clothed thigh and to the slight bump in his jeans. 

Instead of answering, he let his lips trail up your stomach as he unhooked your bra. You closed your eyes and whimpered as you felt his calloused hands grip your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hard nubs. 

Michael’s kisses travelled down to your pantie line, he used one hand to slowly drag them down your legs. Michael groaned slightly as he ran a finger through your wet folds. 

“You’re so wet..” He mumbled, amazed. 

He shifted down slightly and lifter your left leg to rest on the bed. You felt his lips brush your clit as his tongue teased your entrance, lightly licking around it. A moan escaped your mouth, you could practically hear the blood from his body rush towards his most sacred place. He sucked your clitoris through his lips and swirled his tongue around it before shifting back up. Your cold hands slid up his stomach, bringing his shirt with them. Once his shirt was off, you made a star on his jeans, tearing them off and throwing them on the floor. You slowly pulled his boxers down, widening your eyes as his length sprung up in front of you.

“You’re so big, Michael...” You smirked before straddling his lap. 

Michael gave you a cocky smile before he ran his hands up the smooth,pale skin of your thighs. He was still slightly intoxicated. Reaching a hand between you, you positioned his erection at your entrance. 

You sunk down slowly, groaning when he filled you. Michael’s head was tilted back, hit teeth were biting his bottom lip and his eyebrows were creased. 

“Oh my God, Y/N, you’re so tight!” Michael moaned as you began to lift your hips and sink back down again. 

Michael growled slightly as he rocked his hips up into you, pounding in and out like a piston. You couldn’t help the loud moans that spilled from your mouth. His hands began to grip tighter at your curved hips. Your back arched as you felt your orgasm just start to bubble in the centre of your core. Michael’s fingers trailed down to your bundle of nerves, he started to rub hard and fast, matching his thrusts and your hip movements. 

You gripped his shoulders tight as you felt your walls tighten and the knot in your stomach began to unravel. 

“Michael!” You shouted, his movements began to get sloppier.

“ Come with me, on the count of 3, Y/N!” Michael growled firmly.

You began to count down together, “1,2,” your head had fallen into the crook of his neck, your fangs piercing your gums and your eyes turning crimson. “3!” Michael continued.

As you both reached your highs, you tried to silence your scream by biting his shoulder. Michael’s blood seeped onto your tongue and you found yourself drinking. Michael shouted out in pain and tried to push you off. 

“What the fuck? Y/N ,stop!” Michael’s yells soon got quieter as his body fell back onto the bed.

You quickly wiped your mouth and rushed to get your clothes on. You felt so bad, he was so sweet to you and you felt connected to him. He had his dream career and a whole life ahead of him. You held two fingers to his neck, feeling his heart beat slow down rapidly.

“I can’t believe i’m doing this...” You mumble sadly as you lean down to sink your sharp teeth into his skin once more, injecting your venom. 

“I’m sorry, Michael” You whispered as you dressed him.

Sighing sadly, you wiped the blood from your lips and pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving. 

What you didn’t know is that , you will be meeting again sooner than expected.