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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.

Vampire pt2

A/N: Part two! wooo! honestly i’m touched with the feedback of part one. I honestly have no idea if this will be smutty or not. Should i make it a series? Other requests will be done as soon as i have time. IF YOU WANT PART THREE JUST ASK!

Requested: YES! multiple anons requested a part two.

Member: Mikey again.

Part one

                         What if I say I’m not like the others.

Michael’s Point Of View

Every thing hurts. I’m in agony. My body feels like it’s on fire. I can open my eyes, or even move my limbs. As time passes, I try again and again to move my hands or anything really. Nothing’s working.

All of my senses seem more alert than normal, it’s bizarre. I can hear the boys talking in the hotel room next door!

“ Michael up yet?” That had to be Calum, I could hear the familiar pitches in his voice.

“ No, I’m not even sure if his lady friend is still there” Ashton answered, chuckling.

“ She left. You two were too pissed to notice when she passed us on our way back” That was Luke, he was the only sober one.

I roll my eyes behind my eyelids before focusing back on my hand, I need to move somehow.

After some time, I tried again. it worked! My hand moved! I opened my eyes, glad I could move again.There was a dull burning in the back of my throat, I was so thirsty.

Slowly, I sat up. I felt so aware, alert. Flashbacks of last night clouded my mind, my hand instantly shot to my neck. I felt two scabbed up punctures. I didn’t know what they were. Y/N can be human... I thought vampires only existed in twilight.

After shuffling to the bathroom,I noticed that my skin was pale. yes, my skin is naturally pale but this was paler than normal. I blamed it on the drinking, but it wasn’t that..

Looking into the mirror, piercing red eyes stared back at me making me nearly scream in terror. What the fuck has she done to me!? I thought. i’d hoped this was all a dream, but I knew it wasn’t.

My gums ached and throbbed, my canines seemed different when I ran my tongue along them. I raised my upper lip and opened my mouth, there they were... Two sharp fangs poking from my gums.

“Shit!” I screamed, my fist flying towards the mirror.

The mirror shards scattered into the sink. I needed to leave. I dressed quickly, all black, and pulled up my hood. I didn’t want to be recognised. I managed to sneak down to the lobby, black shades over my eyes.

I only hoped to god that I didn’t sparkle. Luckily, that shit is fake. I ran through the streets, the light making my skin burn. I needed to go somewhere darker, so I ran into the alley way.

The smell was horrid! Just like Calum’s dirty laundry. To say I was scared and freaked out was an understatement. I want to be human, because I know for sure that i’m not now!

The alley was a dead end but at the bottom was two people, one looked like a woman. She seemed familiar. Where do I know her? I thought. My thoughts were answered when she pinned the man against the wall. It was her, Y/N.

I ran towards them, surprised at how fast i could go. “Hey!” I shouted just as she was about to pierce his neck with her needle like teeth.

Her head turned in my direction, her cocky smirk turning in to a shocked gasp.

“Michael...Listen..i’m so-”  I cut off her sorry excuse with the best intimidating snarl I could manage. It still sounded like a fucking kitten.

“Go.” I demanded the poor man who was cowering in the corner.

Y/N sent him a deathly look and snapped at him to stay put.

“ Why did you do this to me, Y/N?!” I growled. “I thought you were a nice girl at the bar yesterday.

A look of guilt flashed across her face before her whole expression turned cold. “ Oh, Michael. Haven’t you heard? All the freaks come out at night” The evil smirk was back.

“That doesn’t tell me why!” I was frustrated, Angry.

“Our population’s down. simple as that. Have you fed, Michael?” The grin on her face didn’t falter as she looked at the poor, cowering man in the corner.

“Feed? you want me to drink blood?! are you insane?!” I snapped, her grin only widening.

“ Can’t you smell him? can’t you hear his pulse? His blood rushing through his veins? What about the burning Michael? It’ll stop..” She was playing mind games, the only thing wrong was that I was falling for them,.

As I stepped closer to the man, The nervousness that I was feeling disappeared. It was replaced by a need, a need for the liquid claret running through his body. My hand held the man in place as I dipped my head into his neck.

His blood smelt so enticing... so good. I let my fangs sink into his rough skin. A groan escaped my lips as I lapped at the bitter liquid falling onto my tongue.

I heard Y/N in the background. “Not all blood tastes like that, he’s is tainted.” Her voice was so smug.

I dropped the unconscious guy to the floor and looked at her. “ Happy? I did what you wanted. you turned me into a fucking monster, Y/N” my voice shook from anger.

“ No, you need to visit the council. I can take you. They need to see if you’re worthy enough of staying one of us” her eyes were narrowed at me, as if I was the one in the wrong.

It was silence for a few seconds before i plucked up the courage to ask what was on my mind “ And if i’m not?”

“ I get to kill you, Michael”