#michael clifford x reader
Break my heart! (m.c)
You, again - Part 4
Pairing: soulmate! Michael Clifford x Fem! Soulmate! Reader
Summary: out of routine means we’re different people, right?
Warnings: Smut. Protected sex. Female receiving. Creeps in bars. Language. Mentions of alcohol. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)
Word Count: 5K
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The music was terrible and the floor smelled like piss. But it was the only bar close enough to his house and Michael’s only request was to get “as drunk as the fucking Dyonisus” so he didn’t even want to have another choice.
Calum sat next to him, nursing his beer as he took care of his heartbroken friend, patting his back as he swallowed his second shot of tequila of the night.
“Easy boy,” Calum said as Michael dropped his head onto the table with a loud ‘bang’ just in time for Ashton to come sit next to them “Ash, tell this man this isn’t the end of the world”
Ashton opened his mouth but Michael beat him to it “My soulmate hates me for some reason I don’t know and I’m going to die alone”
“Youwon’t die alone” The older man answered, “You can die with us! We still haven’t found the “one” yet”
But Ashton’s attempt to joke fell flat for everyone on the table. Michael raised his head from the table, ignoring the small crumbles of pretzels that got stuck into his forehead.
“First, she ran over me with her bike;”
“That was kind of your fault-”
“Then, she shows up at work and I find out that she’s my competition for the promotion that could change my life! And then she refuses to speak to me!”
“Well-”
“Andthen we kiss. We kissed and it was the most amazing feeling ever and I can’t get it out of my head. But now she would barely even look in my direction or even say a word to me! And you tell me that’s not the end of the world?!”
“Michael-”
“It’s the end of my world!” He nearly cried “I have found my soulmate. The person who I’m supposed to fall in love with. And she’s fucking amazing! She’s funny, smart, and kind to all of you and you all love her… But she’s so fucking selfish as well! Such a stuck-up that can’t even look me in the face and give me at least one reason why she hates me so much!”
His two friends looked at him with pity glances. Not really knowing what to say at the sight of a broken heart.
Michael shook his head “You know what? Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck you. Fuck me. Another!” He yelled as he tapped the shot glass on the table.
“Okay,” Ashton whispered as he took the glass from Michael’s hands “Mike, this is getting out of control”
“Yeah,” Calum added “We feel for you, we really do. But there must be a reason on why she’s acting like that” He shrugged “Maybe she’s not ready”
“Butwhy won’t she say something?” Michael asked as he covered his face with his hands “I- I get that there’s probably something there but… But she won’t even let me help or even talk to her about it” He sighed “We are supposed to be there for each other, but she has this… wall that divides us even further. Not to mention she’s probably going to get the promotion anyway so I’ll have to see her even more and-”
Suddenly he fell quiet, not really knowing what to say anymore. What was there to say? These past two weeks have been hell after their kiss. Michael felt everything all at once and it seemed like Y/N felt… nothing at all. She just continued to work as if nothing happened, only that this time she managed to avoid Michael at all costs.
Y/N would spend more time on meetings and working outside of her office, all because she didn’t even want to be facing Michael. He would hear her laugh somewhere around the building, catch glances of her talking to other co-workers, and just live her life as if he didn’t exist.
Michaelwished he didn’t kiss her. He said so a few times out loud to his friends and they all looked at him as if he was crazy. Why wouldn’t you want to kiss your soulmate? Well, for starters because this was the best kiss he’s ever had. He didn’t think it would be possible to fall for someone with just a kiss, but this wasn’t just someone, this was his soulmate. The person he was meant to kiss forever, and that kiss showed it. That kiss symbolized the beginning of the after for him. He was already gone before they even started the journey.
Because what can you do when you fall in love with someone who doesn’t want to love you?
“Mike,” Calum sighed “Listen, man. I know it is rough. And before you start with another “it’s more than rough” speech, just listen, okay? I know me and Ash cannot be of much help, hell I don’t even think Luke could be of much help either! But we are your friends and we want what’s best for you. We will help you in every way we can, and if that means getting you drunk on a Thursday, then so be it! But there are some things you have to do by yourself, and that means talking to Y/N”
“In all honesty,” Ashton chimed in “I do believe she feels the same way, but she’s just scared”
“Of me?” Michael asked in a small voice.
“Of all of this,” Ashton sighed “Remember what happened after Jo? Remember how you felt after they left?”
Michael sighed, “But I understoodwhy-”
“Understanding doesn’t mend a broken heart”
The half-drunk man hated the way his friends made sense “I don’t even know how to even begin a conversation with her”
Calum nodded with a sigh, leaning back on his chair as he looked around the bar, his eyes suddenly lingering toward a particular direction.
“Why don’t you just go and say hello?” He said casually.
“Yeah, right. I’ll just show up at her door like a creep and-”
“Or you can just walk to the bar and say “hey””
Michael started to choke on air and Ashton had to pat his back. Calum just sat there, arms crossed behind his head, amused.
“What the fuck?!” Michael asked, managing to finally breathe again. Then, his eyes followed where Calum had told him and yes, there she was.
Y/N had her back turned to them, but Michael would recognize her anywhere. Even in a bar, she looked tense, shoulders straight and in a perfect posture.
“Huh,” Michael scoffed, “Not even in a fucking bar can she relax”
“Uuuh,Mike?” Ashton commented, “I don’t think that’s the issue…”
Michael turned his eyes back at her. It was then that he realized that she wasn’t alone.
There was a man next to her, almost glued to the side of her body as he spoke. A horrible grin plastered on his face, completely ignoring Y/N’s clear discomfort as she nearly fell from the stool to try and get away from him.
It was instant the way Michael’s insides filled with rage. His eyes shot daggers at the creep as his cheeks turned red. Even Ashton and Calum flinched when he banged a fist onto the table and stood up, letting his chair fall to the ground as he marched with intent toward his soulmate.
“Aww, it’s so hard to talk with all these people around, don’t you think, princess?” He heard the man say as he approached, his hands already turning into pale fists “How about we get out of here? Hm? I promise I can show you a good time”
“I would rather die,” Y/N answered, not even looking at the man, keeping her eyes straight forward and her hand over her drink. Michael smirked at the sight, his girl knew how to handle herself.
“Don’t make me beg, sweetheart. I know you want to-.”
“The lady said no, you asshole!” Michael intervened, standing on the other side of her and placing his hand on her shoulder, letting her know he was there. Y/N immediately let out a small breath of relief the moment she heard his voice, shoulders relaxing all the tension she was holding.
The man stood straighter “Fuck off, man” He said, “I’m trying to have a conversation here”
“No, what you’re doing in harassment and I would appreciate it if you could kindly fuck off somewhere else,” Michael said, shooing the man with a gesture of his hand. This made the creep angrier.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”
“I’m her fuckingsoulmate, you asshole!” Michael said, raising his hand so he could see the dandelion mark on his wrist “Now get the fuck away from here before I make the bartender call the police”
The man grumbled a string of curses under his breath as he walked away, Michael never took his eyes off of him until he was sure he exited the building. Only then did he allow himself to relax and look at Y/N.
“Are you okay?” He asked, doing a quick check on her as his hand remained on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly “Did he try anything? Did-”
“I’m okay, Michael,” She said with a relieved sigh “He was just a lot of talk and no bark”
“Still, he shouldn’t have kept going when you already said no. He should’ve walked away the moment you told him so, not wait until another man came around. That’s just fucked”
Y/N stared at him for a moment, lips parted in a way in which it seemed she wanted to say something. But in the end, she cleared her throat and nodded.
“Thank you, Michael” She mumbled, looking back at him with a small smile.
“Of course,” He furrowed his brow, not really knowing why she should thank him when it was the right thing to do anyways “I- I’ll go, enjoy your night”
“Wait,” Y/N said, and before she could stop herself, her hand was already grabbing Michael by the elbow of his shirt.
Michael looked at her hand, noticing for the first time that she was not wearing long sleeves. His eyes immediately went to the dandelion that was tattooed on her skin, how she didn’t hide it this time nor did she pull away from him. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked back at her, her eyes shining with shyness as she said:
“Would you- ehmm, can I buy you a drink?”
“Like a date?” He couldn’t help but tease. Y/N rolled her eyes.
“If you don’t want to, you can just say it, you know? I won’t-”
“Hey, no” Michael panicked, immediately pulling up a stool and sitting down next to her “Of course, I want to! It was a bad joke, I’m sorry”
Y/N seemed relieved at his answer, but there was still tension upon her brow, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Michael. Did his joke really hurt her? But before he could begin to find an answer, Y/N had already called the bartender and asked for their drinks.
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“No way!” Michael laughed, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to keep it down.
“Yes, way!” Y/N chuckled, her cheeks tinted pink at the memory “But you can’t tell anyone!”
A couple of hours had passed since Y/N first invited Michael for a drink. But those drinks were long forgotten at the bar once the conversation started to flow.
It took a few minutes and a few sips for her to finally feel at ease again, surprising Michael by asking him if he liked video games; the same question he asked her when they first met - or rather, met again - back at the office. Michael smiled when he realized she was finding common ground among them as if they were just some strangers that met at a bar.
But they weren’t strangers, not at all. In fact, the more they talked the more it seemed like they had known each other for ages. They found it easy to fall into conversation after conversation, topic after topic. They were more alike than they would like to admit.
They both slept with a small light on; they’re both night owls which makes their addiction to coffee ever the more obvious; they hate thunderstorms, and they both have similar tastes in movies and shows. They love animals, especially dogs although Y/N is thinking about getting a cat. She also mentioned she volunteers at an animal refuge every other weekend.
Michael found himself entranced by her. Evermore so when she would show actual interest in the things he had to say. She would listen carefully, resting her head upon her hand as she leaned over the bar, watching him with those eyes that he can’t look away from, smiling and nodding and even agreeing with him as he spoke. No one has ever paid him that much attention, and he knows that he has never been as enchanted by someone as he is by her.
The way her mouth moves as she speaks; how her eyes shine when she talks about the last book she read; how cute she looks when she tries to hide her laugh even when Michael told her that he loves the sound of it.
“Is this how it’s supposed to feel like?” He wondered, feeling utterly at peace with her.
Their laughter died down a little bit, just enough for them to breathe and look at each other with big, bright eyes and soft smiles. A moment that would seem to last forever and not enough before they started to laugh again.
“You did not tell your secretary that you loved her!” He laughed
“Shhh!” She lightly pushed him on the arm “I told you! I was very tired and somehow I confused her with my mom. And in my defense, she was a very sweet lady that always called me sweetheart, so…”
Michael’s laughter was starting to calm down “She must’ve been very confused”
“She wasn’t,” Y/N shook her head and sighed “She knew I missed my mom so she just let it sly. But she did bring me cookies every Monday, though. I really miss her sometimes”
Michael nodded, noticing the way her smile turned nostalgic as she drew shapes on the bar with her fingers.
“Do you miss New York?”
“Sometimes,” She shrugged, “There’s nothing like the city… But even in a city full of people, one can feel just so-”
“Lonely?” Michael finished for her. Y/N nodded “That’s why you moved to L.A?”
“I had nothing left in New York and L. A seemed like a good, fresh start. So when Robert offered me the job then, well, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Y/N looked down at her mark. A small, sad smile played on her lips. It was the first time Michael had seen her even acknowledge it was there, and it didn’t go unnoticed for him the way she let out a small sigh and took her eyes away from it. Only this time it didn’t feel like a rejection to him. He felt for her, even if he didn’t know why.
Maybe his friends were right and there was more to it than what she leads on.
“Yeah,” Michael said, clearing his throat “I know what you mean. I- I considered leaving the city at one point as well”
This seemed to have brought back Y/N’s interest as she turned to him with a questionable look, prompting him to continue. Michael sighed.
“A couple of years ago the person I was dating found their soulmate,” He said, as Y/N widened her eyes at the confession “We knew it would happen eventually. One of us finding our soulmate, I mean. And even though we knew the risk, we still liked each other so we thought we might as well give it a try. We even moved in together at some point, and I found myself falling for them” He sighed “But one day they came with a small koi-fish mark on their wrist, there were tears and smiles and laughs… It broke my heart to see them so happy to break up with me, but I was so excited for them to experience something I wouldn’t have been able to give them anyway, so - So, I thought that maybe I should just go. Leave everything behind and go look for that someone who would make me feel…”
He trailed off. He needn’t finish the sentence. Not when suddenly Y/N’s hand was on top of his. Not when she was smiling at him, reassuringly. Not when he found himself smiling back.
“Anyway,” Michael cleared his throat “I stayed because my friends kinda begged me to? They would not survive without me”
Y/N laughed, “The same friends who cannot keep their eyes away from us since the moment you came?”
Michael closed his eyes and pressed his lips on a thin line before slowly turning around to where Calum and Ashton were sitting. They were smiling like idiots as they raised their drinks to salute him while Michael gave them the finger.
“Sorry bout that” He groaned
“It’s okay,” She laughed. “I think it’s cute. But, uhm, it’s getting kind of late, and we need to work tomorrow, so…”
“Oh shit,” Michael said, getting up from his stool the moment she did “Of course! Shit, sorry! I didn’t mean to take that long just-”
“Would you walk me to my car?” She asked, looking up at him. And how could Michael say no to that?
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“You really parked very far from the bar, huh?” Michael asked, feeling the night breeze kiss his cheeks.
They’ve been walking for at least 10 blocks, the conversation never-dying between them as the busy streets of L. A provided them with background sounds.
Y/N’s cheeks tinted pink, suddenly shy again.
“That’s because I parked in front of my apartment, I took an Uber to the bar,” She said, barely meeting Michael’s gaze.
“Oh,” Was all he said, feeling how his heart started pounding loudly inside his chest and his hands started to sweat.
They walked around in silence for one more block before she stopped.
“This is it,” She said with a sigh.
“This…Yeah, of course,” Why was he so awkward all of the sudden?!
“Thank you,” Y/N softly said, as she took a step closer to him “For walking me home, and for what happened in the bar…”
“Don’t mention it,” Michael whispered, taking another step closer to her, inches away from her chest as she looked up at him.
It was Y/N who closed the gap between them. Standing on her tiptoes, she launched forward to capture his lips for a tender, soft kiss. His hands immediately flew to her waist, kissing her back feverously.
And just like the first time: there were fireworks.
Y/N pulled away, pecking his lips one last time before she whispered against his mouth “I’m gonna go upstairs to my room. I’m going to take off my clothes and it’s you who’s going to decide if they’re staying off”
Michael nearly growled as she pulled away from him completely, walking back into her building and getting on the elevator. Eyes never leaving Michael until the doors closed. Michael stayed on the sidewalk, counting the seconds as the air around him got ten times hotter and heavier.
But as soon as the window light to the right on the third floor turned on, and the silhouette of a girl undressing appeared behind the curtain, he ran.
Fuck the elevator, as he went up the stairs two three steps at a time until he reached the third floor and walked to the only door on the right side, knocking on it as he tried to keep his cool. Until the door opened, of course.
“Fuck me,” He breathed, eyes widening at the sight.
Y/N was standing there, completely bare except for her panties, looking up to Michael with doe eyes and parted lips.
“You took your time,”
“Sorry,” Michael panted, placing both hands on her hip and walking her back into her apartment “Not going to happen again”
In an instant, his lips were on her, kissing her with hunger as the door closed behind them. He turned her around, pressing her back against the wooden material. Y/N hissed at the coolness of the door on her back, biting back a moan as Michael’s hands traveled from her hips to her ass, cupping her cheeks and lifting her up enough so that his clothes crotch was aligned with her core.
Michael took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, swallowing her moans as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck…
“Fuck,” She whimpered, rocking her hips against his the moment he let his teeth sink onto the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder.
Michael’s grip on her ass tightened, moving her ever so slightly so that she would repeat that action again. His hard cock pressed against her covered entrance, making her moan with the friction it created.
“You like that, huh?” He asked with a grave voice, lips biting on her neck and tracing the marks with his tongue “You like to feel just how hard I am for you, don’t you, kitten?”
He thrust more harshly as his hands pushed her ass forward. Y/N yelped at the shock of pleasure that ran through her body as the outline of his cock perfectly thrust against her clit. Her hands gripped onto his hair, pulling it slightly with every strong move, making Michael groan.
“Bet you’re soaking those fucking panties right now, kitten,” He said, thrusting harder as her moans became louder and faster.
“Fuck, Michael…” She whimpered, pulling on his hair “Please, don’t stop! Don’t- Ah!”
He silenced her with a kiss, swallowing down her moans as he kept a merciless pace against her pussy, feeling how she was starting to soak his own pants as her orgasm was quickly approaching.
“You’re gonna come for me, Y/N?” He teased, this time only moving her against his groin “My cock isn’t even out and you’re already cumming from it, are you seriously that desperate?” She gasped, letting her head fall against the door, chest arched as she let Michael do all of the work, moving her hips with more intent. She looked down at him, moaning desperately as her walls clenched around nothing “So fucking pretty, cum, baby, cum”
Michael leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, licking around the hard nub and biting into it as the sound of Y/N’s screams mixed with her release. Y/N pulled on his hair and brought him back to her, wasting no time as she kissed him, biting on his bottom lip.
He groaned into her mouth and squeezed her ass cheeks, picking her up without ever breaking the kiss until they ended up in the kitchen. Then, Michael put her down, feeling proud as her legs started to shake the moment they stood on the ground again. He held her by the waist and turned her around, making her lean over the kitchen island.
“Spread,” He said, kicking her legs open as her chest fell upon the cold, marbled top.
“What are you-?” She asked, but before she could even finish the question, she felt a hand travel down her stomach, fingers playing with the hem of her panties.
Y/N moaned, her nails scratching on the marble as she felt three fingers graze over her swollen clit.
“Absolutely soaked” Michael whispered against her ear, cupping her still covered pussy with one hand “And all of that for me?”
“Yes,” She breathed as she felt him kiss on the back of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her spine “Michael…”
He kneeled down behind her, placing a kiss on each ass cheek before biting down on them. Fingers played with the hem of her panties, lowering them down slowly.
“I want to hear you say it, kitten,” He said, kissing the inside of her thighs “Who got you this wet?”
Goosebumps appeared along her skin the moment Michael kissed her clit, just a little peck, a little tease “Michael…”
“Say it,”
“You,” She breathed “You made me this wet, baby”
He dived in. Y/N’s whole body jolted at the touch, moaning at the way his tongue licked at her clit, flicking his tongue with intent as he groaned at her taste.
“Fuck, you taste amazing” He murmured against her, practically making out with her pussy as she slowly started to grind her hips against his mouth.
“Michael…”
“Fuck my face, baby” He nearly begged, placing both of his hands at each side of her hips.
Michael used the flat of his tongue to open up her slit, devouring every inch of her as if it were his last meal. His low hums made Y/N’s insides twist with every sound, every move as she desperately searched for her second release of the night.
Y/N pushed herself from the island, pushing her core against his mouth, feeling how her juices dripped down her thighs. It was too much and not enough, too drunk on each other to even think about what they were doing. It was instinct, almost, how she moved and how he found the right places that would make her almost scream his name in pleasure.
“Michael, Michael, Michael!” She’d yell, moaning as his tongue thrust inside of her.
Her orgasm crashed into her without a warning. Her whole body shook as she banged her fists on the counter, all the air knocked out of her lungs as Michael relished in her taste; his mouth cleaning her mess like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He didn’t stop until Y/N reached down and pushed him away, the two of them panting and gasping for air.
Michael got up from the floor, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her up to his chest, leaving a bruising kiss on her lips and making her moan at her taste on his tongue.
“Got one more for me, kitten?” He asked, panting against her lips “Or is it too much?”
Y/N smiled as she kissed him, softly “Take me to bed, Michael”
And just like that, he was putty in her hands.
He picked her up again, bridal style, and hid his face on the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of small kisses he would trace back in the morning. They went up to her room and he placed her carefully on the bed, breaking the kiss just so she could take his shirt off.
Michael stood up, taking a condom from his wallet as Y/N unbuckled his belt. She kneeled up on her bed, searching for a kiss that he was more than eager to give as she took off his pants and boxers.
She took his aching, leaking cock into her hand and started to jerk him off; smiling into the kiss as he groaned.
“You drive me crazy,” He moaned against her lips, feeling how her hand spread the precum along his shaft “Absolutely crazy”
He helped her lay down on the bed; her legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he swiftly thrust into her. Y/N hissed at the stretch, feeling how ever so slowly he started to fill her up, taking up every inch until her walls were clenching and he bottomed out.
Michael, on the other hand, felt as if heaven could not be compared to the feeling of having her so close. To have her, his soulmate, laying on the bed in front of him, chest rising and falling with every breath as her teary eyes shined welcoming. A smile played on her lips as she cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss.
He moved his hips, thrusting slowly at first to let her adjust to his size. Gradually he gained momentum as her moans turned breathier, clawing his back with every rock of their bodies.
“Michael…harder,” She begged in a whimper “Harder, baby, please”
“Yeah?” He teased, hands already at either side of her hips, holding her with a grip that will leave marks “Does my baby want to be absolutely wrecked?”
She should’ve noticed the mischievous gleam in his eyes the moment he said those words. But she could only whine as he pulled out off her.
He turned her around with ease, still holding her by the hips as he aligned himself with her entrance once again, pushing in without warning and setting a merciless pace as he fucked her.
From this new angle, all Y/N could do was claw the sheets around her. Her thoughts weren’t even her own as the only thing that came out of her mouth were broken moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Michael!”
“C’mere,” He said, pulling her by the waist. Her back pressed against him as she bounced on his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts, turning her head to the side as their breathing became one.
Michael was close, he knew from the moment that her walls took him that he wasn’t going to last long. The way she clenched around him made him see stars, wondering how in the hell did he miss out on this type of bliss for so long?
One of his hands traveled to her neck, holding her with enough pressure to make her gasp, but not enough to hurt. While the other hand traveled down, pressing against her swollen clit and rubbing on it. Y/N could only groan at the oversensitivity, feeling the burning sensation of another orgasm come over her.
“Fuck, that’s it” Michael moaned in her ear, kissing her temple as she squeezed around him “Taking my cock so well, shit”
“Cum with me, Michael” She cried “Fucking me so good. Cum, baby. Fucking cum. Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Fuck, Y/N!” He groaned as he emptied himself inside the condom, milking both of their orgasms until they were both a panting mess.
They stayed like that for a couple more minutes, just taking in everything that happened. Michael kissed her cheek softly as he pulled out, helping her lay back on the bed as he went to find something to clean her up.
Once they were both clean, neither of them had the energy to do anything but lay down under a new set of sheets. Holding each other close as sleep was about to come over them.
“What happens now?” Asked Michael while running a finger through her hair.
Y/N sighed, “Now, we wait until tomorrow”
“And tomorrow we’ll talk about it?”
She nodded, nuzzling into his chest and kissing it lightly before falling asleep between his arms.
“I don’t regret it,” Michael whispered when he knew she couldn’t hear “l don’t regret anything with you. I would let you break my heart a thousand times over just for a moment like this”
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