Michael Clifford

WE’VE ALL BEEN SUPER BUSY I GUESS :( I HAVEN’T EVEN FINISHED WRITING THAT ONE MALUM THREESOME FIC IM SO SORRY!!

I’LL TRY AND FINISH IT SOON BUT I’VE BEEN SUPER BUSY WITH MY MUSIC AND STUFF!!

IDK WHAT’S HAPPENED WITH THE OTHER GIRLS

(I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS ONE AND I’M NOT SORRY)

“Fuck Cal,” you whimper as you press your face into the pillows, fisting the sheets tightly. He rams into you from behind, gripping your hips so tightly you can already feel the bruises forming on your skin. He drapes himself over your body, moving his hands to your chest and pinching your nipples.

“You gonna cum pretty girl?” He murmurs darkly in your ear as you whimper and moan, nodding your head. He slaps the side of your ass, pulling your hair back in a makeshift ponytail and yanking your body flush against his. “Use your words pretty girl.”

“Yes!” You cry, squeezing your eyes shut as your head falls between your shoulder blades, Calum attaching his lips to your neck. “Please Cal, let me cum.”

“Go ahead,” He whispers, you screaming as he slaps your clit, falling forward back onto the bed as he fucks you through your orgasm, pulling out and yanking on his cock, covering your back with cum. You fall face first into the sheets, thighs quaking, a sheen of sweat coating your skin. Calum grabs the towel you kept by your bed for when he decided to come over, cleaning you up before collapsing on his back on the bed, covering his eyes with his arm as he breathes heavy. “Fuck, that was…”

“Intense?” You finish, the word rolling off your tongue lazily as you turned to face his, eyes half open.

“Best we’ve ever had.” He smirks, lifting his arm off his eyes to look at you. You lift yourself up on your elbows, rolling your eyes at his statement.

“Oh really? How are you so sure?”

“Cause I’m pretty sure you told me when we started this little arrangement that you never scream,” He snickers as your face turns bright red. “And I’m pretty sure all of my neighbors heard how quickly I made you fall apart.”

“Fuck you,” You mumble as Calum laughs, grabbing you and bring you flush against his chest.

“Already did sweetheart.” He chuckles, squeezing your breast as he grabs his pack of cigarettes from next to your bed, lighting one and taking a puff, offering it to you. You take a drag, looking at Calum through half-lidded eyes, the setting sun illuminating his golden skin, dark curls messy and lips swollen as he takes another smoke.

“You gonna go when you finish that?” You murmur into this skin, secretly wishing that he’d stay. He took another drag, looking at you thoughtfully.

“Sweetheart I’ll stay as long as you want me here.”