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Now or Never - c.h. fic

hello i wrote a calum fic that's angsty with a happy ending🫣 i kinda fell off tumblr but had some inspo the other day and it produced this. i started to write this after i learned my crush was moving to a different state, it hurt(s) so i made this to cope. i just finished it tho, good luck!

about 1.6k words, tw//smoking, tw//quarantine, bestie!calum, friends to lovers?? kind of, dj!cliffo?? a pinch, probably set in late 2021. girl IS latina she IS plus size, if you're not into it get over it. girlie can also NOT smoke, trust me i've tried, to explain the beginning! all love<3

I shuffle my feet out of the bar for some fresh air. Calum’s in tow for a smoke break.

We’ve been having a great night. He asked to hang out when he came back to town to move the last of his stuff. Suddenly we've been at the bars since 8.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he asked me teasingly. He knows I can’t inhale anything but air.

As the door closes behind him, I can hear the music quiet into a muffle.

“Haha, funny,” I deadpan in return, looking at the sky from nerves.

How can I not be nervous? I want to confess my crush I had on him for over a year. He’s so nice to me, he’d never make me feel bad. But he’s also moving back to the city. He’s been telling me all about the apartments he’s been looking at and jobs he’s applied to.

“Y/N, what’s up?”

I looked at him- made eye contact even- and got scared. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything.

“Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” I got out. One time I told him how I hated eye contact. It stresses me to think about which eye I’m supposed to stare at. He told me to just look in the middle at the nose.

I looked back at the sky. My heart started racing.

He knows. He’s moving by next week but he knows, he has to right? I don’t think I hid it super well.

“Calum, I just-“ I stopped.

He’s staring at me again, I can feel it. I finally turn to look in his direction.

“You can look up at me, you know I love those brown eyes of yours,” he said. “Let me see them.” But I don’t look up.

I could just not say anything. I don’t have to tell him. He can move and we can keep talking like we did all of quarantine to continue our friendship.

But I can’t. I have to say something. Now or never, right?

“I don’t want you to say anything please until I’m done. This is hard for me, and I’m not sober so there’s some liquid courage backing me up.”

“Hm,” he paused, looking concerned. “Okay. I won’t say a thing.”

Now or never, I guess.

“Calum,” I wanted water. My mouth felt dry. “I’ve liked you for over a year.”

I pause just long enough that he opens his mouth. “And it’s super hard for me to accept a crush on someone so telling you right now is killing me.” I’m staring at his shoes now. He’s wearing an old pair of converse.

“I really wanted to be your friend when I saw one of your tattoos and asked about it. But it kind of kept tumbling into something else. And I know you don’t like me like that you don’t have to tell me-“

“Y/N but-“ Calum tried to stop me.

“No, Calum. You’ve pointed out the people you’re attracted to. You don’t have to justify it or try to pretend you liked me. I’ve seen them, Cal. They’re skinny white girls, and I know I’m not that.” My voice got quieter. I didn’t want to bring this part up.

But, there it was. My biggest insecurity around him. I’m not skinny let alone a stereotypically skinny white girl with blonde hair. I’m brown (and proud) and on the bigger side. I always have been. I’m also not the plus-size model big, I’m the fat rolls and back rolls with big arms kinda gal. I’ve never been more aware of my size than now.

“Seriously, it’s fine.” I comfort him, which is amusing to me so I smile. Why am I comforting him when this is supposed to be hard for me.

“I’ve been through this a lot Calum. I’ve had unreciprocated crushes my whole life. I’ve been asked out on 2 dates, by 2 different guys in elementary school. This isn’t new to me.”

‘This’ was being big and brown. Growing up in a primarily white school has its downsides. It looked like he was gonna say something again.

“Please, bub. I’m gonna get through this and then you can say whatever,” I saw him nod but I let the quiet sit between us.

I’m picking at my nails a bit and hear the muffled song change inside. It’s Youngblood.

Now or never, I tell myself again.

“Selfishly, I don’t think I could live with you moving 4 hours away and not tell you ever. You became a comfort person to me over quarantine. I didn’t know if it would continue when school started up again, but it did. And slowly, I wondered when you would text back. I thought about what you were doing and started to obsessively check social media to see if I could get anything from you.” I sighed.

This was harder than I thought.

“It was fine, living in my own little fantasy world of you maybe liking me. Telling my friends about our conversations and just everything I learned about you.”

It was a bit easier to say when he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking down at his cigarette.

“And then you mentioned a girl. I’m not even sure if you ever spoke to her really, you just saw her at the coffee shop. But I cried that day.”

I actually vividly remember the girl he described. She had purple pants, an old band t-shirt, and an old pair of converse as well. He didn’t talk to her, but he did say something along the lines of her being his “dream girl.”

“When you sent that text, I stopped replying for a moment. Then I put on a happy front and told you to talk to her, because of course I’m going to support my friend in whatever he decides to pursue romantically. It just stung a bit.”

“I didn’t talk to her,” he mumbled.

“I know Calum, I know.” I smiled again, thinking about how I felt that day and how I’ve grown.

He was still looking at his cigarette. I wanted to touch his arm.

“Anyway, after I responded semi-positively to that, you just kept sending stuff about girls and relationships left and right. That,” I paused for the drama and because I needed a breath, “fucking sucked Calum.”

I stopped talking for a bit. We were just standing there.

“And when we hung out in person in the park, you’d always mention how there were such cute girls around. I wondered if you hinted at me ever, but I finally realized you never did.”

Calum was still looking down. He hadn’t looked at me in a while.

“Listen Cal, I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty. I just want you to understand where I’m coming from.”

“No, it’s okay,” he said curtly. His cigarette was almost gone.

“So I kept up the friendship even though it pained me to see you talking about other women. And I thought I finally got over it after like 14 months of my everlasting crush.”

“Did you?” he looked at me briefly.

“To be completely honest, I felt like I’d get so close to being done with it and you’d do something so I would go back to square one. I’m proud of myself for only crying about it once though.”

He smiled. I love his smile.

“To be fair, I’m proud of you too. I’m not worth crying over.”

“You’re worth so much.”

“Don’t flatter me like that, my ego will get big,” his eyes twinkled with the moonlight. He was staring up now.

Ashton suddenly peeked his head outside.

“You guys okay?” he asked in a weird tone. I think he knows. He’s always known.

“Yeah mate, just going on about life ya know,” Calum’s answer was quick. Almost like he wanted to be rid of him. I couldn’t be too sure though.

“Alrighty! You missed Youngblood! Mike’s electric in there right now!” Ashton laughed as he turned.

The door did the really awkward thing where it closes super duper slowly, but I stared at it.

“Welp. That was it,” I told Calum as I turned back to him. “Yeah I don’t know. I just needed to tell you before you left.”

“Y/N, I love you with all my heart,” Calum started. He still wasn’t looking at me.

I knew immediately where this was going. I had to fix it.

“Calum, please don’t break me tonight. I don’t want that. Not for your last weekend. Let me send you off with the boys on Monday and help you pack the last of your stuff. Let me be there when you’re locking up the apartment for the last time. Let me breathe this weekend. Once you go I won’t fight it.” I’m pleading with him now. “Please give me this weekend.”

“I would never,” he emphasized, “want you anywhere but with us when we start our new lives. Like I said, I love you with all my heart.”

I felt the tears coming in. This is when he tells me I’ve been nothing but delusional and a joke. This is it.

“I see you next to me Y/N. We may be moving now, but I can never leave you behind. I won’t lie. I’m not in love with you, but I love you. I don’t know where this can go, especially starting off as a long distance thing, but we’ve done it before, right?” He’s kind of rambling at this point.

My breath is short, I am confused.

“Wait what?”

“Y/N. I wanna take you on a date. I’m confused and delighted you said anything. I’m sad I’m moving, but if you’re up for it then I am too.”

And just like that, the last year and then some make so much sense. He makes so much sense.

Now or never, I repeat to myself as I walk up to. The cigarette is gone.

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a different sleepover

Word count: 5.2k

Warning: mention of insecurities, explicit smut, mention of cheating (18+)

Requested: no but requests are open! And I’d love if you requested about this “couple” like for expample their first date, telling the band, more sexual experiences… or whatever you want!

A/N: I just watched Michael’s twitch stream and this happenned so I have no other explanation. This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, it literally took me almost a whole day to finish but it was worth it. I really like how this turned out and feedback is appreciated as always!!

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Michael entered the living room after his twitch stream that you had obviously been watching from start to finish on the couch.

- Hey, what do you think about the stream? I’m thinking maybe it was a bit boring or maybe I talked too much I don’t know - he said, letting his lack of confidence show.

- No! Don’t say that! It was fun. I really enjoyed it, plus you looked so hot explaining the production of 2011 - you said as he sat next to you and covered your mouth with your hands right after looking the opposite way as to where he was - please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud - you begged.

- You kinda did - he laughed softly - but I definitely don’t mind, thank you - you turned to face him. His cheeks were red, a bright shade of red, and yours turned a light pink as you made eye contact. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been so nervous.

- No really, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable - you said trying to get up from your seat, but he stopped you grabbing your arms making your whole body shiver.

- Well, sometimes it’s good to get out of the comfort zone. I think it’s you who always tells me that - you sat back down with your body now faced towards him. His hands let go of your arms and caressed the sides of your waist gently as they made their way down to your thighs.

It’s not that you hadn’t been this close before. After 10 years of friendship, you had shared a bed multiple times, had cuddled each other for comfort whenever you were feeling low, and had seen each other naked a lot of times now. But somehow this felt different.

Your heart started to race as you got closer to him. You weren’t sure if it was his body or yours that was moving but you knew the distance was getting shorter by the second. You admired his face, still a bit red, his beard that you had convinced him years ago looked good on him, and sure it did, his beautiful green perfect eyes and his cute little nose. You swallowed not being able to process what was going on, you felt frozen. Michael placed one of his hands on your cheek and you melted at his touch. He grabbed your face pushing softly towards him and you closed your eyes. Nothing you had ever felt compared to the intensity of that kiss. You literally felt flooded by happiness, love, and excitement. It was a soft but somehow also passionate kiss. It came to an end when your brain finally realized what was happening and you pulled back with a quick movement.

- Oh my god I’m so sorry Michael.

- No, no. I’m the one who’s sorry, it was me - you both sat staring at each other for a couple of minutes with your heads full of thoughts but not knowing what to say next - I’m really sorry, the last thing I want is to lose you over this but I totally understand it if you don’t wanna spend the night here.

- Oh, if you don’t want me to stay I’ll go.

- No, you can stay, I want you to stay.

- Fine then, let’s pretend nothing happened and go on with the evening, I think it’s what’s best.

- But - he tried to say.

- No Michael, there’s no but. You are getting married in a few months, this was just a mistake, I probably confused you with the compliment, it is totally my fault and I can’t let this get in the way of your happiness, not after all these years keeping my feelings to myself.

- What do you mean?

- No, nothing, Michael it doesn’t matter. Your fiancé will never know about this, okay? I’m sorry. Can we just watch that movie, please?

- Yeah, let’s watch it - he said confused.

You could tell he wasn’t paying attention to the movie and he was thinking, probably about what had just happened, but you were hoping he wouldn’t bring it up after. And he didn’t so the day just continued as your normal sleepovers. You played some video games, ordered pizza, laughed a lot and talked for hours. At some point during the conversation he had fallen asleep, and you couldn’t help but watch him for a little bit before you woke him up. He looked so beautiful, happy, and peaceful, you knew you couldn’t ruin that with your feelings, not now that he was finally getting out of a really sad time. So that kiss was the only one you were gonna get but it was more than you had ever imagined and so you were satisfied.

After a few minutes, you woke him up and you both said goodnight to each other and went to sleep. Your brain was still processing everything and it was the only thing you could think about. Somehow you started to rub your clit softly over your panties thinking about the kiss, that perfect kiss. You could still feel his lips over yours, kissing you with so much love but passion at the same time. How he had bitten your lower lip just enough to get you started right before you had pulled out of the kiss. But in your head, the kiss didn’t stop there. You kept kissing him until his mouth started to kiss down your jaw, your chest, and your belly. In your head, he looked up at you with his eyes full of lust and asked you if you wanted to continue. You nodded and he started to tease your entrance with his tongue, you grabbed his hair making him groan and you pulled him closer. He moved his mouth to your clit and slowly introduced two of his finger on your vagina. He started to move them at a steady pace, not too quickly, and sooner than later you were almost reaching your orgasm. You couldn’t help but whisper (or so you thought) his name as you came down from your high. A sudden knock on your door made you open your eyes.

- Can I come in? - Michael asked from the other side of the door.

- Uhm, yeah, sure - you said pulling your sheets up to cover your legs since you had taken off your pants and underwear.

- Did you want something?

- What? - you asked confused.

- You were screaming my name, I thought you needed something or maybe you were having a nightmare.

- Oh, I was? Oh my god, no, I’m fine - you blushed and looked at Michael, who was still confused as to why you were calling him. He turned on the lights and you tried to tell him “no” but it was too late and he had already seen your clothes on the floor. He turned them off quickly.

- I’m sorry - he said covering his eyes as if that was gonna solve anything - Were you? Were you masturbating?

- This is so embarrassing Michael, I thought you were sleeping, and also I didn’t think I was speaking so loud. This day is gonna be the death of me, ugh - you said sitting up on the bed - Michael turned the lights on again and sat on the side of the bed.

- You don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s something natural. It’s just that I never imagined that you would think about me that way.

- I know, and I shouldn’t, you have a girlfriend. I’m really sorry - you could start to feel tears building up in your eyes, this felt so humiliating. Not only had you kissed him after all this time only to know that it would be the last time but he had also caught you moaning his name, you knew there was no way your relationship was gonna be the same after this - I don’t wanna lose you, I’m an idiot.

- What? No! You’re the least idiotic person I know! - Michael said making you giggle even though one tear was sliding down your cheek at the same time - Hey, don’t you dare cry. We can talk about this.

- There’s nothing to talk about, Michael. You are going to get married to a wonderful woman soon and I couldn’t be happier for you, it’s the least you deserve.

- But what about you?

- What?

- I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me and I thought we told each other everything baby - you shivered at the pet name even though he had used it on you a thousand times before, but none of those times had been on a situation where you felt so vulnerable.

- Oh, c’mon, Michael. It doesn’t matter and also I’m sure it’s nothing new for you ‘cause there’s no way you haven’t figured it out yet. Even the boys know!

- Know what? - he said genuinely confused.

- That I’m in love with you - you almost whispered that last sentence, not knowing if you wanted him to hear it or not and looked down at your legs as you continued to speak - that I’ve loved you since I met you, but I had my chance to tell you and I didn’t and now you’ve been in a relationship that makes you really happy for more than five years and I’m not going to be the best friend who is jealous and stupid and breaks an almost marriage because she wasn’t brave enough to tell you before.

- I had no idea…

- C’mon! There’s no way. But it is okay, I always knew I didn’t stand a chance. Your fiancee is a supermodel while I’m a plus size girl, she’s rich and I work two jobs, she’s sexy and confident and

- Stop! Please, stop speaking to yourself that way! You are so beautiful, so kind to everyone but yourself and you get me as nobody else does.

- It just isn’t enough, right? - you asked finally building up the courage to look at him.

- I love you too - he confessed staring at your eyes - I’ve loved you since way before I met her and I just never thought you would feel that way about me. I always thought you saw me as your best friend, as your brother and I couldn’t risk losing you because I don’t know what I’d do without you. So I never said anything and I started to date and then I met my fiancee and she’s amazing, you’re right, but she’s not you. And I think I haven’t treated her like she deserves and that’s probably why she cheated on me - your heart broke a little listening to that last sentence.

- What? You hadn’t told me! I’m so sorry Michael, you don’t deserve that.

- She asked me not to tell anyone and I thought it was fair because I really haven’t been giving her the attention she deserves. And we were trying to make it work but I don’t think it’s gonna work, because I love her but not nearly as much as I love you.

- So what are you saying?

- I’m gonna end it with her once and for all, it’s not fair for any of us to do this to each other. I know for a fact she’s still seeing other people and I don’t blame her, I really don’t, I deserve it, I’ve been the worst boyfriend to her. And if it’s what you want, I’d love to try this with you.

- What? Try what?

- I want you to be my girlfriend because it’s always been you, you’re the one.

- I don’t know what to say, Michael. Are you sure you’re not confused? Look at me, I’m not like any of your ex-girlfriends. I’m fat and I’m poor and how could I ever date someone with your talent and as incredible as you? - you started to cry not being able to deal with the vulnerability you were feeling anymore.

- Please don’t. If I had known you saw yourself that way before you know I would have told you you’re wrong, right? Because you are so wrong. Yes, you are fat, that’s true, but being fat does not mean you’re not pretty, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined being between your thighs or grabbing your beautiful hips while you ride me, so you’re also the sexiest woman I know. And about that poor part, you have known me long enough to know I couldn’t care less about that. You are you, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted, to have you - sometime during his speech you had stopped crying, and at the end, you even smiled.

- Do you really think all of that, Michael?

- Of course, I do, I would never lie to you.

- Thank you, you’re the first man to appreciate me like that and you’re the only one I want to.

Michael stood up, climbed onto the bed with each of his knees at one of your sides, and leaned in leaving a little space between your mouths waiting for you to be ready to close it.

- Wait, what about your fiancee? I don’t want to do this behind her back.

- It’s okay, trust me. She’s okay with it, we were just lying to ourselves trying to save a relationship that was broken a long time ago.

- I’m sorry.

- Don’t be. Do you feel comfortable with this then?

Instead of answering his question verbally you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him for a second before moving your hands to cup his face and kiss him. It was even better than the first one and you could already feel you were getting wet, you had been waiting so long for this you couldn’t believe it was real. Just as it had happened in your head, Michael started to kiss your cheeks, down to your jaw and your neck and you moaned as he hit a particular spot close to your ear but you tried not to be loud.

- Don’t hold back, I wanna listen to you - Michael murmured while he kept kissing your neck.

You slipped your hands under his shirt tracing your fingers on his abdomen. Suddenly he groaned and you jumped a little making him laugh.

- Sorry, I just had never heard anything like that coming from you - you explained.

- It’s okay, I was really enjoying your touch.

He pulled back slightly to remove his t-shirt and you admired his naked torso in front of you wanting to take it all in. You placed a soft kiss over his belly button that made him shiver and look down at you smiling.

- I love you - he whispered and you thought you could really get used to him saying that sentence.

You leaned back and Michael held your hips helping you lie down on the bed. You kissed more eagerly than you had before and you could tell both your breaths were accelerating. Michael cupped your breasts with both of his hands over the fabric and you whimpered asking for more as he played with your hard nipples.

- Michael - you moaned.

- Yeah, baby?

- I need to say something - you held his hands as a sign for him to stop and moved your head so your hair fell off your face.

- Oh, you want to stop? It’s okay if you don’t feel like doing this now. Sex is not what I’m looking for, if you want to just sleep we can do that - he said rapidly, afraid that he may have pushed you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.

- No, I… I want you to fuck me - you said looking at his eyes with newfound confidence you didn’t know was there and you saw Michael’s eyes getting darker as he heard those words - but I just wanted you to know that I’ve never done this before.

- You’ve never done what?

- Oh, I’ve never had sex. I just gave a blowjob to Calum once, but that’s it.

- To Calum? I’m gonna kill that boy.

- What? Are you jealous or something? It’s okay we were both really drunk and it was fun - you giggled.

- Okay then, if this is too fast for you we can slow down - Michael suggested playing with a strand of your hair.

- No, I really want to, I’m ready and I need you - you said eagerly making Michael’s eyes turn dark again.

- Okay princess, but if at any time you don’t feel comfortable I want you to tell me to stop, okay? - you nodded while bitting your lower lip in anticipation - I’m gonna need verbal confirmation, I need to know that you understand.

- I understand - you said nodding and as soon as you did Michael was back to playing with your tits as he kissed your neckline.

- Can I remove your shirt? - Michael was still over the sheets while you were under and the shirt was the only piece of clothing you were wearing so you hesitated for a few seconds until you focussed on how loving Michael’s look was and you just knew he wasn’t going to judge your body at this point

- Okay.

He helped you sit up a little bit as he removed your shirt as quickly as he could.

- Oh my god you’re so beautiful - he said admiring your body and you couldn’t help but feel insecure knowing that he was looking at every detail of your naked body, so instinctively you grabbed your sheets and covered yourself up to the neck. You could tell Michael’s look had turned to sad as you made that move.

- I’m sorry - you said.

- No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you feel that way because of everything you’ve been told in the past. You really are beautiful and sexy, you have to trust me. And I know it takes time to love yourself but let me help you, let me love you and your body so you can see it’s possible.

- You really are the best, you know that right? - you asked smiling as you slowly removed the sheets from your whole body exposing yourself to him.

You put your hands on his shoulders and signaled him to lay down on the bed. He did as he was told and now it was you softly kissing his torso, licking his nipples making him moan your name, and going down his V line. You were more nervous than you would like to admit, afraid that you weren’t going to give him the pleasure he was expecting but you didn’t let that fear stop you. You grabbed his pants and boxers all at once and pulled them down helping him remove them. A quiet “wow” escaped your lips as you saw his cock already dripping a little bit of precum.

- Calum’s is smaller or what? - he joked knowing you needed to relax a little bit. You hit his leg while you laughed but you hadn’t realized how close to his member you were hitting and it made Michael moan quite loudly - I didn’t know you were into BDSM.

- I’m not! - you giggled - at least I don’t think I am - you wondered.

Michael’s jokes had helped you relax a little and you felt ready to try this now. You placed your knees in between Michael’s legs and carefully grabbed his cock and started to stroke it slowly. You watched Michael as he lifted his head back and closed his eyes. You took advantage that he wasn’t looking and decided it was time to play with your mouth. You licked at his tip making him quiver under you. You slowly took in as much as you could and kept your position until you gagged making Michael worry.

- Are you okay? - he said as you pulled his cock out of your mouth.

- Yeah, why? You didn’t like that? I thought that was supposed to happen.

- Yes, no, it is, I mean I loved it but if it’s all too much for the first time you really don’t have to do that.

- Oh, I actually really enjoy it - you said and you could tell Michael had been turned on by that.

So without any more talking you put him on your mouth again as you stroke the part of him that didn’t fit.

- Can I grab your hair? - Michael asked carefully, almost like he didn’t want to scare you.

- Yes, please - you moaned. You kept working on him while he guided you for a few minutes.

- Please stop, I’m gonna come - that sentence made your walls clench as you took him out of your mouth. You closed your legs looking for some friction.

- That’s the point, right?

- Yes, but I really wanna be inside of you and I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to if I come now.

He grabbed you by your waist and placed you under him. Without any warning you felt his fingers tracing your outer lips slowly, then your inner lips and finally you felt his thumb circling around your clit. You kept moaning softly the whole time and you had your eyes closed from how pleasant it felt.

- I need to ask you something - you nodded - words baby - he reminded you. You opened your eyes to see his, more filled with lust than ever making you even wetter than you already were.

- Okay - you managed to speak even though it was difficult with all the pleasure that was taking over you. Michael realized how hard it was and he stopped his movements making you whimper and pout. He giggled.

- It’s just a second - he explained - you’ve masturbated before, right?

- Yeah, why?

- Have you ever played with toys? Like I need to know if you’ve put anything inside you before - he said blushing.

- Oh, now you’re being shy? - you teased.

- It’s just that it’s something really personal and I don’t want you to think that I’m judging you ‘cause I would never.

- Don’t worry, I know. No, I have never put anything more than a finger inside of me, it sounds stupid but I wanted to wait until I felt ready to be intimate with someone.

- I don’t think it’s stupid, I think it’s cute - he said smiling and leaning in to kiss you - okay so how do you want me to do this? slow or fast?

- I don’t know… have you ever… you know, taken someone’s virginity? that’s not the term I like but you understand what I mean.

- I have, several times, at the beginning of our career, you know how irresponsible I was with sex back then.

- And how did you do it?

- Most of them preferred slow but it depends.

- Okay, let’s go with slow then.

- Okay - he agreed, kissing you one last time before moving his head to your entrance.

He kissed your inner thighs passionately making your whole body shake as he came closer to your pussy. You let out a long moan when his tongue licked your clit for the first time and instinctively reached for his hair to pull him closer. You pulled his hair without realizing it and he groaned loudly making your pussy vibrate. After fucking you with his tongue he moved it back to your clit while his fingers teased your entrance. When he felt you were lubricated enough, he pulled away and grabbed one of your legs pulling you closer to him. He played with your clit with his left thumb while he put his right inner finger inside of you slowly.

- More - you demanded and he nodded taking the finger out and putting two in this time. You felt more full but it still wasn’t enough - more - you said again staring at him and he introduced a third finger with a bit more difficulty.

Once it was in and he noticed you moving your hips looking for friction, he started to move them. After a few times, your back was arching off the pleasure and you could start to feel a knot forming down your stomach.

- Pull out, please? - you asked and Michael immediately obeyed.

- Everything okay? - he asked worriedly.

- Yeah, yeah, I just want to come with you inside of me. And I need it to be soon Michael - you almost moaned that last part and Michael rolled his eyes.

He grabbed his cock and stroke himself a few times just to make sure he was ready. Then he tried to pull you as close as he could placing one of your legs over his shoulder. He leaned onto the nightstand reaching for a condom.

- Mikey.

- Yes?

- I’m gonna suggest something but it’s okay if you say no. I’m on the pill and I trust you if you tell me that you don’t have an STD. I want to feel you 100% and I’d love to not use a condom if that’s okay with you.

- Oh, no, I haven’t had sex in a long time now, I don’t have any STDs but are you sure about this? I’m not like some other guys I really don’t mind using one.

- I’m sure - you said confidently.

- Perfect then - he stroked himself a couple of times more and he placed himself at your entrance - are you ready, love?

- I am so ready.

He teased at your entrance moving his cock up and down your lips collecting your juices to make sure you were as lubricated as possible. When it felt like it was time, he started to introduce just the first millimeters of his tip and then pulled back out. He kept doing this just introducing a few more mm each time. At first, it felt really nice but it got to a point where it only hurt, and it hurt a lot. You were trying to hide it but Michael realized as you started to clench around him more than usual and also dug your nails on his left arm.

- Is it hurting too much? It shouldn’t be so painful.

- It hurts but I can handle it.

- Are you sure? I can stop.

- No, no, don’t stop. Just do it fast, just like at once.

And without making you wait anymore Michael thrust into you with a fast and hard movement. You couldn’t help but scream at the pain and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. Michael stayed inside of you to help you adjust to the new feeling and leaned in to kiss your tears. He rubbed your clit softly so that you would feel at least a bit of pleasure and it helped you relax. Once you were ready you told him to move. He pulled out almost entirely and pulled back in a few times slowly and when he heard you were starting to moan quietly he picked up the pace.

- God, Michael!

- I know baby, you’re so tight, you feel so good - he mumbled trying not to focus on his orgasm that was getting closer and closer.

- You feel really good too, do you think you can do it faster?

He started to thrust into you as fast as he could and you noticed his thrust were starting to get sloppier so you figured he was close.

- It’s okay if you come first - you leaned to whisper on his ear making him shiver.

- No, I want you to come, I can last more it’s just that you’re so tight, oh god - he said finding it difficult to speak.

You started to moan louder because you had noticed your moans turned him on and pulled the hair on the back of his head. He moaned your name loudly making you clench around him.

- Don’t do all of this or I’m not gonna be able to hold it in.

You stared at him, bit your lower lip, and pulled his hair again.

- Please come for me, Michael - you begged, trying to move your hips to complement his sloppy movements - don’t fight it and come inside me Mikey - he looked at you trying to see if you meant it - please, please, I want to feel your cum, come inside me - you moaned.

And with your words, he came undone and you felt the splashes of his cum inside of you. He tried to pull away as fast as he could but you wrapped your hands around him trying to keep him inside of you. He collapsed onto your chest breathing loudly and you smiled proudly that you had done that to him.

- I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as hot as you - you told him while you combed his hair with your fingers.

- You are hotter than me - he replied getting on his knees again and putting four of his fingers inside of you without a warning.

Your whole body arched and your walls clenched around him at the sudden fullness. He fingered you quickly for a few seconds and when he licked your clit you came all over his fingers.

- I love to see my cum dripping out of you - he moaned.

Once he had helped you ride your orgasm he laid down next to you and removed a strand of hair out of your face.

- Are you okay?

- Yes, I’m just exhausted and it aches but I’ll be fine - you said smiling at him and he smiled at you back making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

- I’m gonna go get a towel to clean you up.

He did and he made you open your legs and tried to clean as many juices, cum, and blood as possible so you could go to sleep without having to take a shower first.

- Thank you, I really don’t have the energy to get up right now.

- I know babe - he said knowing that you were feeling sleepy - just for your information I can last more than like 5 seconds it’s just that there was a lot of anticipation building up and you are so tight and it felt so good.

- Michael, it’s okay, I get it. It was amazing. Can you sleep with me today? - you asked almost already in your sleep.

- Sure I can, I’ll be right here when you wake up love - he said laying next to you and cuddling you from your back - I really hope you don’t regret this in the morning - he whispered when he knew you were already asleep.

Reminder that I’d love if you requested about this new “couple” like for expample their first date, telling the band, more sexual experiences… or whatever you want! I’m probably gonna write about the next morning anyway but please request about this I’m pretty excited :) (also I’m probably gonna make more mentions of the reader being plus size in other writings so if you have an specific request about that let me know too!)

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Between Hate and Lust

Ashton Irwin x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note: I plan to make this multiple parts if anyone is interested in reading more. I tried something new and included Ashton’s POV in this one so feedback is much appreciated. It’s not the best and its a little short but part two will be longer, if you even want part two. I also want to thank @petuniaisawildflower​ for letting me talk ideas and give me feedback.  I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. If you have any feedback or ideas for part three please let me know.    

Summary: Y/N hates Ashton from school. Now they’re adults, maid of honor and best man at the same wedding, and forced to be civil.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of bullying, and mentions of sexual tension

Always a bridesmaid never a bride is exactly how you would describe your life right now. For whatever reason it seemed like everyone you knew was getting married. Normally you wouldn’t mind, you actually kind of loved weddings but right now you couldn’t help but feel cynical. You just caught your boyfriend cheating on you.

Your best friend was getting married and asked you to be her maid of honor. Obviously you were happy for her and you wanted to be a part of her special day, you just wish it wasn’t opposite of him. Ashton Irwin, the best man at the wedding and your sworn enemy since school. He was loud, outgoing and hung out with the douchiest boys at your school. Boys who were responsible for ruining many kids school experience, including your own. The group of boys mainly made fun of your appearance, specifically your weight and even though Ashton never contributed to the name calling he didn’t stop it either. You can remember on multiple occasions standing there being tormented by their words, fighting back the tears and you’d look over at Ashton, desperate for him to intervene and he’d instantly look away and stare at the ground.

You thought you had gotten rid of him once his shitty band started to take off but somehow he managed to stay close friends with groom and now you were forced to not only be civil with him for the day but walk down the aisle along side him.

It’s been about 8 years since you saw him last, in person that is. You’d never admit it out loud but every now and then your curiosity got the better of you and you checked in on him online. It was easy to do since he somehow managed to become famous. As much as he annoyed you it annoyed you even more that you found him attractive. It was obvious from the photos on google that he was starting to fill out, really finding himself and style. His arms were muscular and decorated with ink and his torso was broad and toned and shit was he talented.

When you first found out Ashton was going to be the best man you were annoyed yes but at least you had your boyfriend to fall back on but now you had no one to escape to if things got bad. Not only do you have to be a kick ass maid of honor but you also have to avoid your asshole ex and deal with your arch enemy.

Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and the first time you would be seeing Ashton. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend extra time on your hair and makeup and spend weeks picking out the perfect dress. You didn’t want to look good for him, you wanted to look good for yourself and to show him that you were hot and confident despite everything that was said to you at school.

You decided on a pastel pink midi dress with cold shoulder straps paired with some wedges. You pulled up to the restaurant early. You made sure to give yourself plenty of time to get there and help out anyway you could. Your stomach was in knots as you made your way inside, you hated that he could still get a reaction from you after all these years.

You walked up towards the stunning bride and greeted her with a big hug.

“You look gorgeous!” You gushed.

“Looked who’s talking,” she replied. “This is supposed to be my night.” The two of you banter back and forth for awhile until other guests start trickling in.

“I should go greet everyone. Please try to be civil with Ash tonight,” she pleaded. You made a disgusted face and sighed.

Your next stop was at the bar, there was no way you were getting through this without a little liquid courage. With a drink in hand you started to walk around the room greeting the bride’s family you recognized. You were caught up in your conversation with the flower girl and two drinks deep when you saw him.

Ashton’s POV

It felt strange being home after so long, going to a wedding where there are bound to be people from school. Like almost everyone else in the world you did things as a teenager you weren’t proud of but there was one thing you were particularly ashamed of and you would be forced to address it most likely tonight. Your friends in high school were complete assholes, with the exception of the groom obviously but he went to a different school. They bullied a lot of different kids and although sometimes you did put them in their place you never did it for her. Y/N. They picked on her more than most and one time you said something to them after she had ran off and they made fun of you for weeks saying how you had a crush on her and how you were a ‘chubby chaser.’ It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did but you were young and stupid and you did actually have a crush on her. She was kind, funny, smart and pretty. Now you’re here however many years later about to be best man beside a maid of honor who probably hates you.

As soon as you walked into the room you started to scan the crowd for her, embarrassingly you checked the brides Instagram every now and then to see if she posted pictures with Y/N so you knew how she’s grown into her beauty. While you were searching the bride and groom greeted you.

“Ash, Thanks so much for coming and being a part of our big day!” The bride greeted as she hugged you.

“Course! Thanks for having me,” you hugged her and your best friend.

“Grab a drink, mate and find your seat we’re going to get started in a bit. You’re at the big table with us.” You nod and find your way to the bar to order a whisky. While you’re waiting for your drink, you finally see her. Shit, she looks beautiful. She’s practically glowing as she stands there talking to two young kids. Her smile lights up the room and her body in that dress was enough to make your trousers tight. You were definitely staring when the two of you locked eyes. It was now or never you thought to yourself as you slowly started to walk towards her. What were you going to say? Should you introduce yourself? Or assume she remembers you? What if she thinks your a dick for assuming? You don’t want her to think you’re a conceited prick. Shit, she was even prettier the closer you got and her smell was intoxicating.

Y/N’s POV

Fuck he’s walking over and my god was he sexy. His black hair was slicked back and he was wearing fitted black trousers, a polka button up, and a black blazer. You tried to push all the nasty thoughts out of your brain, reminding yourself that you hated him. Your breath hitches in your throat as got closer.

“Hi I’m Ashton the best man,” he introduced himself as if he didn’t remember you at all. What a prick.

“Seriously?” You scoffed. “We went to the same school but I shouldn’t be surprised considering you’re a big rockstar now.” And with that you walked away. Of course he didn’t remember you, it was stupid of you to think he would.

But Ashton didn’t let it go. He swiftly made his way in front of you.

“Woah, I know we went to school together, was just tryna be polite hun,” his hand reached out to touch your arm and your blood started to boil. You instinctively pulled away.

“Oh so now you care about being polite?” You snapped. “And don’t call me hun, I have a name. Let’s do everyone a favor and speak as little as humanly possible.”

Ashton’s smile dropped and his face got red. He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off when they clanked glasses and asked everyone to take their seats. Although you were forced to sit at the same table, you were thankful it wasn’t right next to each other. You did your best to ignore him the rest of the night but you could feel his eyes on you every so often. It made you self conscious and aroused all at the same time.

Ashton’s POV

What the hell? That didn’t go how you planned at all. She wouldn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself, she instantly shot down your throat. It was kind of rude but you probably deserved it but you also deserved a chance to apologize don’t you?

You wished that the two of you were seated next to each other so you would have another chance to apologize. Unfortunately you were sat across the table from her. You didn’t mean to stare but the way her lips wrapped around the fork and her tongue traced her lips was truly mesmerizing. You mind raced with thoughts of that pretty mouth all over you specifically around your cock.

She stood up and excused herself from the table. You waited a few few minutes before you did the same, you needed another chance to apologize. It was obvious that your dirty thoughts had zero percent chance of coming true but you were hoping there was a way she’d listen to you.

Y/N’s POV

You excused yourself from the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom, you needed to get away from him. You couldn’t take those eyes on you any longer, you were minutes away from jumping across the table to either punch him in the face or jump his bones.

You caught your breath and touched up your makeup before you swung open the bathroom door revealing Ashton leaning against the wall.

He started to walk towards you, “look y/n I’m sorry about everything.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I swear I did say something to those twats once but they just started teasing me saying all this shit...”

You cut him off with a sarcastic laugh. “That must have been so hard for you, being tease that one time.” Your anger started to take control as you stepped closer to him.

“Look I’m trying to apologize but your not letting me. I’m not saying you have to accept it but you could at least be fucking civil and let me finish.” He scolded.

“You think now that you’re a big rockstar you deserve to be forgiven?” The space between you two was practically nonexistent. It took a lot for you to not attack those stupid lips of his.

“Quit fucking sayin’ that will ya? I’m gonna say what I have to say and you’re gonna stop bitching for two seconds and listen.” Ashton hissed. “Unless you need some help keeping that pretty mouth shut.”

That was it, you were practically putty standing in front of him. You wanted to be mad at him, to hate him but you were so turned on. You tried to remain your composure to form together a witty retort but as soon as your mouth opened Ashton’s index finger was pressed against your ample lips.

“I was young and stupid but it’s no excuse for not standing up for you. I knew it was wrong and I’ve thought about for years. I’m truly sorry for everything they said to you and I wish there was a way to make it right.” He removed his finger and stood back but still kept eye contact. 

  You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, you had waited years to hear that. Your head was overflowing with so many different emotions you didn’t know what to do first. Just as you were about to say something to Ashton the two of you were interrupted by someone walking past to use the bathroom. And this time Ashton was the one walking away, leaving you standing alone in dim lit hallway with a whole lot of thoughts and feelings.

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First off, THANK YOU for doing this. It means a lot as a plus size girl ♥️ Can I request a blurb where reader and Calum have been dating for a while and it’s going to be her first time meeting the boys? She’s nervous because she’s not his typical type but he reassures her and of course the boys adore her. You’re amazing 😊💕

Hi love! Aw thank you! I love writing for us plus size girls. Gotta have some attention you know? I can absolutely write that for you! I hope you like it babes. @aliencal

Calum kissed your nose and pulled you by your shirt to bring you flush up against his chest. “I don’t want to leave this house,” He confessed and moved his hands to your waist. 

You smiled and rested your hands on his strong chest. “I know, love. But we’re supposed to meet the guys in twenty minutes.”

“I know what we could do for twenty minutes,” Cal purred and waggled his eyebrows at you.

You laughed and kissed his neck softly, making him groan.

“You’re not making this easy Y/N.” 

“Sorry. C’mon horndog. We gotta go.” You tugged on his hand and left the house of sins. 

He gently smacked your ass with his free hand and acted innocent when you looked back at him. He just shrugged and followed you to the car. You shook your head and climbed in the passenger seat.

Calum got in the driver’s seat and started to drive to his bandmate, Ashton’s house. He turned on his stereo and C A L M blasted from the speakers and that’s when you started to get nervous.

“Hey Cal?”

“Huh? Talk so pretty but your heart got teeeeeeth.” He sang out of key, making you giggle.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” You asked and fidgeted with your hands in your lap.

He reached to turn down the music a bit and he glanced at you slightly. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“I’m not exactly the kind of girl you guys are into....” You trailed off.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. I’m chubby, heavy, squishy. The other girls are thin and pretty and...I dunno. I’m just worried that I won’t be good enough.” You spoke softly, letting out your insecurities. 

Calum pulled the car over and turned it off to look at you. “Y/N. Don’t ever think you’re not good enough. Baby girl, you are everything to me. You make me so happy. The boys know that. They’re so excited to meet the girl that I gush about all the time. Baby, they’re going to love you no matter what. Your size has nothing to do with it. In fact, I know they’re going to love that I’m with a thick girl. I know I do. You’re so much fun to fuck and hold.”

“Calum!” You giggled and softly hit his arm.

“I’m not lying. You’re my wildflower baby. You give me so much love and affection and I’m obsessed.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Please don’t underestimate your worth. You’re my girl.”

You looked at his kind eyes and melted at the way he stared at you. “I love you Calum.”

“I love you more, darling. Let’s go meet the boys shall we?”

Calum pulled in to Ashton’s driveway and squeezed your hand when he led you to the door. You took a deep breath as he knocked and waited for Ash.

The door swung open and a bright smile met the two of you. “Well hi!”

“Hey, Ash,” Calum grinned, “This is Y/N. Y/N, Ashton.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” You smiled.

Ashton took your hand and pulled you close into a big bear hug. “I’m so glad I finally get to meet you. Calum never shuts up about you. You’re even cuter in person.”

You blinked and hugged Calum’s best friend with the biggest smile on your face. “I like you.”

He laughed and gave you a soft squeeze. “C’mon in. The other guys are inside. They haven’t burned down anything yet.”

You smiled at Calum and held his hand as you followed Ashton into his gorgeous house. 

“Guys, Calum and Y/N are here. Put down the pizza.” Ashton said, walking into the dining room.

You walked in and saw a tall blond boy wearing a blue button-up with pizza shoved in his mouth and a boy with a snapback wearing all black, typing away on his phone. 

“Michael, Luke, meet Y/N.” Ashton cleared his throat.

The boy with the snapback glanced up from his phone and smiled at you. “Hi, I’m Michael. Nice to finally meet you.” 

“You too.” You grinned.

“‘m Luke.” Luke got out between chews of the massive bite of pizza. 

“Hi Luke.”

Calum shook his head. “You’re a pig.”

“Thank you,” Luke replied and swallowed, “So Y/N. You’re with Calum. Are you regretting it yet?”

“Not even a little bit. He’s the best boyfriend.” You beamed up at your man who then kissed your forehead.

“Dammit. I was afraid of that. Cal’s a good dude,” Luke grunted.

“He is. A bit of a dick sometimes, but he’s never gonna give up on you,” Michael chimed in.

You grinned and wrapped your arm around Calum’s waist. “He’s the best man I’ve ever known.”

Calum turned bright red, earning laughs from the boys.

Throughout the time you spent at Ashton’s, you got hugs and words of encouragement from the whole band. They treated you like they’ve known you forever and they all ended up loving you.

(A/N: Imagine being the plus size girl that gets to date Calum and hang out with the boys. What a dream. I hope you liked it love!!)

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Hello my angel! Pls can I request a soft dad!mike with a beautiful big curvy mama for your plus size blurb week? I just need some cute mike fluff with lots of cuddles and baby snuggles 🥺 thank you beaut! ❤️

ear tThree months since you’d given birth. Three months of seemingly exhausting but gratifying moments with your newborn and husband.

Michael had taken to his role as a dad like a duck to water, despite his initial fears. And even though both of you were scared, you were definitely proud of him.

He’d stepped up when the media had criticised you on one of your outings, asking how could anybody tell that you were pregnant since you were already fat, Michael had simply taken a photo of you when the two of you were getting ready to go out, you’d been in your underwear but you could see the baby bump and the way you’d caressed it and of course it started up more insults, but he’d firmly shut them down when pictures of the ultrasound had finally been posted in a full public announcement.

Your own nerves about being pregnant whilst fat had been handled with relative ease, catching yourself lucky to have a doctor who listened to your concerns and dismantled every piece of fear with logic. 

And by the end of the pregnancy, you felt like you were glowing.

After you gave birth, you felt different towards your body. Despite having protected and delivered your bundle of joy, you knew that this was possibly going to happen and you felt like you couldn’t bear to let Michael touch you. 

But then when you’d had the day from hell and it felt like the world was collapsing, he was there at your side, taking your screaming child, soothing noises escaping from him to calm your baby down.

You fled upstairs, tears falling as you crawled into bed, the feeling of failure predominant as you tried to calm yourself down.

Silence finally overtook the house and Michael came into the room, your child cradled in his arms and you melted at the sight of him slightly bouncing the small bundle of joy as he made his way over to you, shifting so that he was lay on the bed next to you.

“Wanna hold now the little tyke has calmed down?”

“Don’t want to start the screaming all over again. Today has been long.” You muttered and he sighed, but you finally allowed him to switch over.

“What’s going on mama?” And you sniffled as your child remained asleep, the first time all day.

“I just, felt like such a bad parent. Always crying, no relief for either of us. An, it’s dumb but I’m scared you don’t want me that way anymore. I’ve been cleared by the midwife to have sex but we haven’t and-I feel so stupid but it hurts.” You finally got out and his face fell. 

Taking the little one from your arms, he placed the baby in the bassinet beside the bed and straddled your thighs, his fingers gentle as he gripped your chin when you turned your head away.

“You gave me the best gift of all. Do you really think that some extra stretch marks and a little bit more weight is going to put me off? I loved you before you were pregnant, love you when you had an entire human being inside of you. I’m still going to love you after you’ve given birth.” 

His words were reassuring and you glanced up to him, hesitant eyes. His lips found yours and began to tug off the shirt, his lips taking a slow route peppering every inch of skin with gentle kisses and soft traces.

“I love this body, this body that gave me a child, that loves me back, that stands for no shit. I love this body and the person who puts up with my shit and still loves me in return. Baby I love you so much.” Each declaration was met with a kiss and you melted into the mattress as he worked off your shorts, discarding his own clothes in the process.

“Let me make it up to you whilst we can. Gotta get in as much as we can in short bursts now baby.” 

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I love all of you (Ashton Irwin imagine)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warning: Swearing

Sum.: You're a plus size girl and sometimes you can't help but beat yourself up about it but Ashton will always be there to make you feel better about yourself.

A/N: I have to be honest I don't expect this to do well at all, because not everyone can relate. Also to be completely honest I wrote this for a very selfish reason, I am plus size and sometimes I just want to cheer myself up a little. But I hope that some of you can appreciate this because I still feel like plus size! 5sos is lacking, also I mean Ashton is just fucking great ok

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Being friends with the boys you had rarely thought about your body in a negative way. They had always made you feel loved but still you couldn't help but compare yourself to others every once in a while. Lately, especially since you and Ashton had started dating, it had gotten worse and you found yourself beating yourself up a lot more. Michael's and Luke's girlfriend hat joined you guys on tour and you felt like they were total opposites to you. Looking more confident than you would probably ever feel, thin and beautiful. Sure there were times where you felt confident but there were often short lived.

Just now you were waiting in a relatively small room for the boys to be called in for the photoshoot. All seats were taken and the two girlfriends hat taken place on their respective boyfriend's lap. You leaned against the wall and took out your phone. You scrolled through your twitter for a bit but nothing interesting was coming up. When you pushed it back into your pocket you looked up and met Ashton's eyes. He looked at you, raising his eyebrows and patting his lap. You knew what he offered you immediately and a pinkish colour spread over your cheeks when you quickly shook your head. Sitting on his lap in your mind would crush him, feeling like you were too heavy for him.

You had spent the rest of the time shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, declining Ashton's offer another two times when he patted his lap again and again. You absolutely didn't feel confident about sitting on him and you didn't want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of everybody else.

When the boys had left you let yourself fall down on the couch and sighed to yourself. The others were engaged in a conversation which you did not want to interrupt and so you pulled your phone out again.

A while later you were leaving the building together, your and Ashton's hands intertwined. And just to make your day even worse it they decided that there was a mall really close by and that they wanted to go shopping. You forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to be the buzz killer. Ashton squeezed you hand when he saw your face and raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright?", he moved closer and whispered it into your ear so that none of the others would hear it. "Yeah, sure", you answered back and bit your lip. You didn't usually lie to him but you couldn't help it.

When you left the fourth shop your head hang low and you couldn't help but feel defeated. Either all the clothes were too small, weren't fitting right or if they were your size they looked ridiculous. Big weird designs were printed usually right on the chest area and you could never find anything that didn't look like a sack. You roamed through the fifth shop, only picking up very few things. Michael had his arms full and steared towards the changing room with his girlfriend and Calum following closely, both having things in their arms. You felt an arm wrap around you and when you turned you met Ashton's eyes. "Ready to try on?", he lifted his other arm which was loaded up with clothes. You nodded and quickly pecked his cheek before walking towards the dressing room. You closed the stall door behind you and heard Ashton do the same right next to you. A sigh escaped your lips when you began to change into the first piece. It didn't take you long before you had tried on all of them, deciding to only buy a simple t-shirt and a pair of stockings you were hoping to one day feel confident enough to show Ashton. After you hung the other clothes on the return rack you sat down on the little stool in front of Ashton's stall. "Can I show you something Y/N?", you heard him asked muffled through the door. "Yeah", you stood up and cracked the door open a little. "Do you like it?", he turned around so that you could see all angles. You admired his body for a second before answering. "I really like the pants, they look good on you and seem to fit really nicely.", you smirked and couldn't help but stare at his butt a little. "But that shirt, Ashton that's the worse shade of brown you could have picked", you laughed and shook your head. "Yeah you're right the colour looks awful in this light", his chuckle made your heart jump for a second and a smile spread across your cheek. "Guess I am just going to take it off for you then", he smirked and turned around to face you slowly pulling the shirt over his head. You slapped his shoulder playfully and shook your head again with a giggle escaping you, "Then I am leaving." You grinned at him before quickly slipping out of the room.

It was hard enough for you to know that he was so much hotter than you but it almost felt like he was shoving it in your face, even though you knew deep down that he would never do that. You walked out of the changing area and bought your two items while waiting for the others to finish up, not wanting them to see your poor yield.

The car ride back to the hotel was silent on your part. The car w has packed full of bags and everyone was in a good mood, well except for you. Ashton had one arm thrown around your shoulder and was talking to Luke while your head was resting on his shoulder. You had fake-yawned a few times and closed your eyes as soon as your head had hit his shoulder, hoping they would just think you were tired. You eventually did drift in and out of sleep and when the car stopped at the hotel you were woken up by Ashton slowly shaking you. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He pressed his lips to your cheek and grabbed your hand, "C'mon, we can take a nap in the hotel room together."

You climbed out of the car, grabbing your one bag on your way out.

When you entered the hotel room you threw it on top of your open suitcase and let yourself fall down on the bed. Ashton followed close by and layed down next to you. Your shoes hit the ground and you curled up into a ball on the big bed. Ashton's arms snaked around you and he pulled you into his chest. "Y/N? What's wrong?", he nudged your nose with his, "I know that something isn't right, I can tell." His arms around you tightened and you felt your eyes tear up. "I don't want to talk about it", you shut your eyes and tried to turn around in his arms. "But I want to know so that I can help you", he kissed down your temple and along your cheek until he reached your lips. His soft touch made you melt into him and you couldn't help but kiss him back. There was no point in arguing with him, he was incredibly stubborn and knew how to open you up like a book. "It's fucking pathetic Ash", you sighed and rested your head on his arm. "I bet it's not", he smiled at you and pressed his forehead to yours. "I'm just not feeling good about myself", you murmured and closed your eyes. "Is that why you didn't buy anything?", he said and one of his hands moved to play with your hair. "Yes but dammit I am to fat for all those stores, they don't really carry my size.", you were disappointing in yourself when you felt a hot tear run down your even hotter cheek. You didn't want to cry, not because of this and not in front of him. "I'm sorry I didn't realise", his voice was laced with concern when he spoke up before wiping away the tear. "It's not your fault Ashton. It's mine! I am the fat one, I am the one that is to big for everything", your voice was small. You tried to fight back the tears as good as possible but still a few escaped. You felt him stare at you, his burning eyes only making your cheeks flush even more. "Is that why you wouldn't sit on my lap this morning?", his voice had changed but you couldn't define the tone it had taken on. The hand that had previously been in your hair shifted and lifted up your chin, making you look at him. "Y/N?", he raised an eyebrow. You nodded slightly, hoping for that to be the end of it. His expression changed into a disappointed one and you bit your lip out of habit. He shifted and your head fell onto the pillow below him. In seconds he had moved himself over you and hoverd above you. "You know that I don't care about that", his jaw clenched when he finished speaking. "I love you just the way you are, all of you.", his voice had deepened and a quick smirk flashed across his face but it was gone just a moment later. "I don't care if you would be half or double of you! Because I love you for so much more than your body, I love your personality, your laugh and everything else about you.", you felt his lips brush against yours when he spoke. "But I can't deny that I fucking love your body too. You should know that. You're not too heavy and not fat, not to me. And I want you to sit on my lap the next time I offer it to you just so that I can wrap my arms around you and make sure that you can sit comfortably.", he smirked at you and crashed his lips onto yours after he finished his little speech. You felt like your were melting into his touch again and kissed him back. Your hands moved into his hair and you pulled him closer to yourself so that he was practically laying on top of you. "Fuck Ash, I really love you", you smiled at him and your heart felt like it was going to explode just a little bit. "And your body", you smirked at him and pulled one of your hands down to pinch his nipple. One of his hands covered yours and an 'Ouch' escaped him before he couldn't hold his betrayed expression any longer and started to laugh.

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Cry To Me | Muke

summary: reader gets caught touching herself, both Michael and Luke strive to make her feel good before her punishment ensues.

word count: 1k

pairing: Michael Clifford x reader x Luke Hemmings

includes: intense sexual themes, thigh riding, both of them being soft!doms, lots of praise

song rec: cry to me - Solomon Burke

a/n: this was extremely rushed, but I hope it’s enjoyable all the same :)

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“But you and Lu were so busy, I didn’t want to interrupt.” y/n mumbled, her bashful gaze set to the floor and she shifted from foot to foot - cheeks flushed furiously from the scolding she had gotten from her lovers.

It was silly really - with y/n becoming needy, and the two boys being so busy with their songwriting, the only option for her was to take matters into her own hands.

Very literally, in fact.

Luke’s features softened, though Michael was still as stern as ever, with his arms folded and his chest puffed up.

“You know we’d never turn you down, darling,” Luke sympathised, arms out wide for her and she inched herself towards his embrace.

Michael scoffed, muttering something inaudible under his breath before speaking up, a scowl etched onto his handsome face.

“Though, the fact that Calum walked in on you touching yourself is fuckin’ unacceptable” he growled, only causing her to pout.

Michael knew how badly her pretty face affected him, and when she started getting all pouty, he knew he wouldn’t be angry for long.

“M’sorry, Mikey.” she whimpered, crawling into his lap, her backside in the air and very visible from his position on the bed. She situated herself over his thigh, face nestled in the crook of his neck.

It was as simple as that, she had managed to butter him up. After all, both Michael and Luke were wrapped around her little finger, no matter how many times they would deny.

“I didn’t mean to upset you both,” her fingers weaved through the damaged strands of his hair, tugging slightly and he bit back a moan - one that was begging to be set free. “I was just so tingly, all because I was thinking about you.”

Her eyes connected with Michael’s, soon flitting to Luke’s and she craned her neck towards him, chasing his mouth with a pout.

With a toothy grin, Luke’s lips were on hers, tongue gliding across hers and tugging on her bottom lip.

Triumphantly, he smirked when he earned a low moan from y/n as a response to his slow - but nonetheless sweet torture, leaning back on his knees when Michael decided to speak up.

“Does my pretty girl want to get herself off, huh?” He muttered against her flesh, sucking smugly at that special spot on her neck, watching her hum desperately- wanting so badly to feel some sort of pleasure between her thighs.

“You gonna ride my thigh, kitty?” She nodded eagerly, inching her pleated skirt up even higher than before and pulling her knickers aside. “You gonna show me and Lukey how much of a good girl you are?”

She had never really thought about it before, but the idea of riding Michael’s thigh made her pussy tingle and her thighs clenched together hard in the anticipation of waiting for further instructions.

His hands were on her hips in an instant, with Luke behind her, rubbing at her shoulders and kissing her neck with an open mouth - biting only slightly when she started to rock her hips against Michael’s thigh.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” her clit brushed against the rough material of his slacks, she could feel her slick dripping down the apex of her legs, knowing full well there’d be a wet patch from her arousal.

“You’re making us so hard, my love.” Y/n whimpered softly at Luke’s cooing, the feeling of his roaming hands only added to her pleasure and she fastened the speed of her gyrations.

He pressed his crotch to her back, kneeling somewhat awkwardly on the couch, his bulge pressing against her backside hotly.

Y/n let out a loud whine, she was quite sure that anybody left in the studio building - most likely Calum or Ashton, were more than likely to hear her whining.

She sounded so desperate - so needy, and that was how the two of them liked it, however - knowing they’d have their way with her sooner rather than later. They weren’t going to let her off that easily, but they let her have her fun, knowing how long she had been waiting for them to touch her in the ways only they could. What she had done was completely understandable.

She knew the rules, she wouldn’t ever decide to break them if it wasn’t necessary.

It wasn’t long at all before her orgasm started to chase her down, swirling in the pit of her stomach and she had to grip Michael’s shoulders with a firm grasp to keep herself grounded. She felt herself spacing out, and the need to cum was overwhelming.

Her head snapped back onto Luke’s shoulder, his bruised lips nipping at the roundness of her jaw - sucking and sponging kisses along the column of her throat.

Eyes rolled to the back of her skull, whines and breathy moans tumbled from her bruised, kiss-bitten lips. She was so, so close.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna c-cum,” She stuttered, breath hitching in her throat when her engorged clit rubbed furiously at Michael’s jeans.

“Let it go, sweetheart,” Luke muttered, hands cheekily groping at her chest, the cups of her bra barely holding her spilling breasts. “Such a brave girl.”

Her hips bucked desperately, movements sloppy and uneven, the orgasm she had been waiting for had finally washed over her and she moaned loudly, gasping for air as the blood rushed to her ears. She had came hard.

She tried her hardest to ride out her high, her core so sensitive she had to lift her hips away.

“Thank you, Mikey,” she pressed a firm kiss to his cheek as a praise, doing the same to Luke - giving him a quick thank you and kiss on the lips when his pouty mouth chased hers, wanting more as soon as she pulled away.

She pulled her skirt down, readjusting her panties before hovering her hand over the door handle.

“Where d’you think you’re going, kitty?”

“I-I was just- I thought-” Michael clicked his tongue disapprovingly, though the faint outline of a smile was visible on his reddened lips.

“Oh, we aren’t done with you yet, princess,” Luke hummed lowly, getting up from his position on the couch and towering over her with darkening eyes.

“You still have to take your punishment.”

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it’s been a while since michael has treated his good girl, but that doesn’t mean he’d pass up the opportunity to tease. *

cry to me

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new perspective

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Suffer Well | M.C

summary: it’s been a while since Michael has treated his good girl, but that doesn’t mean he’d pass up the opportunity to tease.

word count: 2k

pairing: Michael Clifford x fem!reader

includes: intense sexual themes, PWP, softdom!michael, praise and unprotected sex, PLEASE USE PROTECTION! :)

song rec: suffer well - depeche mode 

a/n: I kind of hate this. it was something quick i wrote, so it isn’t the best thing i’ve done, but as always thoughts and feedback is greatly appreciated, my loves!

“Come on, sweetheart,” he smiled lazily at her dishevelled form, smoothing the sheets out before crawling on the mattress and kneeling in front of her. “Lie down for me.”

She gazed up at him, eyes still watery from the way he had fucked her throat merely minutes before and her hands grabbed up at him like a child in need of their parent. Nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, he gripped her sides softly before pulling her onto his lap.

“Mikey, I-” her breath hitched in her throat, lips parting in a gasp whilst he sponged innocent little kisses to her chest, open-mouthed and sweet, his tongue swiping over her flesh and she writhed and struggled from underneath his mouth.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He chuckled, wet lips puckered around a patch of flesh just below her collarbone, the sensitive skin bruised once he let it bounce back from his teeth. “Use your words like a good little girl.”

“I want you inside of me, Michael,” her words were slurred, tone sounding as if she was intoxicated, the need to cum was overwhelming. “I can’t wait any longer.”

She whined and fidgeted, clenching around nothing. She needed to be filled, and she begged him.

“Please, Mikey,” she huffed, “Please, I want you to fill me up. I want to feel your cum in me, I want- I want to feel you in my tummy.” She thrashed about on his lap, reaching for his cock greedily before he slapped her hands away, holding her wrists between his fingers and shoving them behind her.

“My greedy girl,” he hummed, lips wrapping around one of her pink buds, suckling at it with his tongue before pulling back. He left open-mouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts, keeping her keen, though not in the slightest occupied. He was teasing her, and the feeling of his tongue kitten-licking at her nipples could’ve been enough to make her cum, that is if he hadn’t pulled away.

“Always so greedy for my cock, aren’t you, angel?” She nodded eagerly, thighs clenching as she tried so desperately to grind and rut her hips against him - he was much too strong for her, his deliciously agonising torture causing her to slump onto him, her chest heaving and tummy muscles clenching.

“Please,” she whispered, pressing a rather sloppy kiss to his cheek. “I need you, Mikey. Please stop teasing, I-I can’t take it.”

He bit his lip, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, fingers absentmindedly trailing up and down her bare back, goosebumps forming, his touch so feather-light it was almost comforting.

“Mikey, it hurts.”

Deciding he had teased her quite enough, his hands spread her legs out, watching her intently as she settled a knee next to both of his thighs. Her pussy hovered over his cock - still an angry red, flushed at the tip, whilst countless beads of pre-cum dribbled down from his tip to the base.

He grasped himself into his fist, trailing himself along her folds causing a small mewl to escape her kiss-bitten lips. Her tongue swiped over them as she held his shoulders, looking down between them, watching as he got his cock all lubed up for her. He tapped her protruding clit a couple torturous times, her hips bucking and a whine leaving her gasping mouth.

“Alright, baby. I’ve got you,” he breathed, lining himself up at her entrance, his head ready to slide into her tight cunt. “You ready, sweetheart?”

She nodded desperately, hissing through clenched teeth once he slipped inside of her, her slick arousal perfect for him whilst he buried himself - little by little - inside her opening. Her walls contracted around him when he stilled his movements, letting her get used to the faded familiarity of him. He stretched her so unbelievably wide, it had been so long since he had been inside of her, and the feeling of her warm, wet walls around him caused shivers to run up the length of his spine.

Calloused fingertips squeezed her hips, rough palms holding her waist securely before lifting her up. She sank down onto him, moaning out a few expletives whilst her eyes - glistening and twinkling from his stare - fluttered shut.

“Uh uh, baby,” he shook his head disapprovingly, but the hint of a smirk was there on his lips. “Come on, open your eyes.”

She didn’t listen, she couldn’t, not with the constant grinding and rutting of his hips into hers, the delicious feeling of his cock reaching so deep inside of her - he was so, so close to that special spot he knew all too well.

A sharp slap was delivered to her behind, the feeling of his hand print stood there, burning into her skin and she was sure there’d be a mark after their fun was up.

“Look at me.” She let out a whimper as his hand came up to grasp her face. His tight grip caused her cheeks to squish, her bottom lip jutting out and her eyes fluttering open at his harsh command.

“I know I told you I was gonna make love to you, sweetheart, but I won’t hesitate to punish you if you’re a bad girl,” his words were like cold water against her hot skin, sizzling against the burn of the two temperatures but still never ceased to make her drip.

She nodded at his cocked brow, a silent warning for her to speak up. She couldn’t let herself be a little brat, she needed to cum tonight.

“I understand, Mikey,” she uttered, “m’sorry.”

He pouted as if to mock her in some way, but still spoke up with some affirmative words. And without an ounce of expectation, she bolted upwards when he had slammed his hips up into hers. She moaned. Loudly. His mushroomed tip grazing and poking at her g-spot once his pace continued, ramming up inside of her and she dripped relentlessly onto the base of his cock.

Her hands held themselves firmly against his shoulders, blunt nails digging into his flesh, jagged red crescents forming in their wake.

“Feels so good,” she mumbled into the skin of his collarbone while sucking sloppily on the patch of skin. “So deep.”

A small, smug smirk lifted at the corner of his lips, watching her, looking at her from hooded eyes, his gaze fixed on hers.

“Yeah? You feel that?” His palm caressed down her side until coming into contact with her lower-stomach. “You feel me in your tummy, sweetheart? That deep inside you?”

He pressed down hard, putting pressure against her pubic bone, the feeling so, so deliciously good. She moaned into his ear, licking the shell softly and gnawing lightly at his earlobe.

With a thumb and forefinger, he held her chin in his grasp, giving her no other choice than to look at him, look him straight in the eyes.

And with a deep stare, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, slowly and steadily moving into a vicious rhythm. Pulling away, her lips followed him, eagerly wanting more, needing the taste of his lips on hers once again.

Calloused fingertips squeezed against the sides of her throat, digging into the flesh, causing her eyes to roll back and a whimper to escape. He chuckled.

“Uh uh, baby. Don’t be greedy,” he bit his lip, those two teeth that bucked out slightly dug into the skin of his bottom lip, something so simple made her feel some sort of way. It wasn’t fair.

“Such a greedy girl,” he smirked, “so needy for my cock, huh? Can’t go a minute without begging me to touch you.”

She pouted her puffy lips, whining pathetically.

“Stop it, it’s not fair,” she smacked at his bicep, though the force of her actions did nothing to Michael. 

“Don’t talk back, princess,” he warned, eyes darkening once he uttered those words, breathing deeply into her ear. His moves were so teasing, yet he still managed to fuck up into her with those beautiful hips of his.

“No.” She pouted childishly, furrowing her eyebrows to try and prove a point, but once again his hand grasped her face between his fingertips, bringing his mouth close to her when he spoke.

“I don’t like your fucking attitude,” he spat, venom lacing his sensual tone, creeping up her spine and adding even more sensitivity to her bundle of nerves. The throbbing sensation just never decided to cease.

“Get on your front,” His command was spoken softly, but she was sure that if she didn’t obey his words, she would’ve been punished.

Rolling onto the mattress, his cock slipping out of her, she knelt onto the bed, pussy quivering in anticipation. He pushed down on the space between her shoulders, and her face lowered into the pillows that scattered the top of the bed. Her cheek was nestled snugly against the plush material, her ass in the air, and the feeling of his hands massaging and pinching at her behind caused her to moan impatiently.

“Good girl,” he praised, gripping the base of his cock and dragging the flushed tip along her soaked folds, tapping it crudely against her clit. “I like watching you from behind.”

He moaned loudly, the rasp in his throat sending a shockwave along her groin, along with the intrusion of his cock inside of her. It was a wholly different angle, his cock hitting just as deep, but the sensations much different. And as she wiggled her ass against him, he took it as a rather obvious sign she wanted him to speed up.

His hips smacked against hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the musky smell of sex in the air and the beautiful sounds of Michael and y/n. The sounds were almost as good as how it felt to be fucked at that moment. Almost.

Lazy babbles of his name, along with a few curses left her lips, hands clutching and fisting the sheets, skin turning white at the knuckles when she grabbed at the duvet. The constant need for something to hold was desperate as he pounded into her at a force that caused her eyes to water.

And with a rather pornographic croon, two calloused fingers attached to her clit, pressing down and rubbing in small circles, moving faster and faster after every mindless cry she gave out.

“Can you feel me throbbing inside you?” A low growl emitted from his parted lips, and he could tell she was close from the constant squeezing of her walls.

She nodded furiously, hips bucking against his fingers, their pace not failing as he rubbed at her swollen nub.

“Michael, I-”

“I know, sweetheart. I want you to cum with me,” his words were reckless and caused her head to spin, the coil in her stomach tightened and pussy clenched. She was so close.

“Cum with me, sweetheart,” he whined, “be a good girl now, baby and cum with me.”

And at his command, she fell apart from underneath him, collapsing onto the mattress whilst he continued to pound into her, their orgasms nowhere near over.

It was mind blowing, especially after the built up orgasm from before, the teasing touches from Michael and the erotic words that fell from his mouth, the shocks that jolted through her body caused her to buck and wriggle around, moaning and sighing and whining into the pillows, all muffled by the white cotton.

“Michael,” she whined, grabbing at his arm that still held its place over her tummy, fingers still rolling her clit between them. Her nails scratched against his arm, hands so shaky she hadn’t a stable grasp.

“No, no, I can’t,” she pushed his prodding fingers away, “m’too sensitive, Mikey.”

His thick spurts of cum painted her walls, the white ribbons sending a rush of heat through her bottom half, warming her up in such a satisfactory way. And he shushed her, stroking her hair back with his palm, lips sponging kisses against her shoulder, his softening cock still situated inside of her - he was gonna keep it that way until he was way too sensitive to feel her around him for any longer.

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[melancholy-mikey]

Queen Bitch | M.C

summary: Reader can’t help but give into Michael's needs. After all, he is such a good boy. 

word count: 1.1k

pairing: Michael Clifford x fem!reader

includes: intense sexual themes, PWP, sub michael, dom reader, bondage, anal play (male receiving), reader calling mikey kitty uwu, a very, very shitty ending that i’m too lazy to finish

song rec: queen bitch - david bowie 

a/n: a little different to my previous fics and i kind of hate this, but sub!mikey makes my heart race. thoughts and feedback are greatly appreciated, my loves!

Michael’s lips stuttered at the sharp intake of breath, soft hips raised and resting on one of the pillows that his head had been resting on merely minutes before. A silky tie was wrapped snugly around his shaking wrists, the bindings causing his back to arch and his hips to shift and the minimal confinement caused his cock to jolt against his milky stomach. 

He was watching her. Waiting for her to join him, to touch him and he tried so desperately to stop the bucking of his hips. 

“Please, miss,” he breathed, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, before bringing the reddened flesh between his teeth. 

She crooned audibly at the sight of his flushed figure, her eyes clouding with lustful intentions and two needy hands pushed his knees apart. 

“Look at you, kitty,” she praised, leaning over his heaving chest to cup the roundness of his cheek. “Being such a good boy for me. All spread out and ready.” 

He leaned into her touch, desperate for her attention and gasped sharply when she had taken his thick cock in her palm. Michael was heavy in her hand, his length was deliciously swollen and flushed red at the tip, protruding veins throbbed at her firm touch and a pretty whine fell from the confines of his throat when her fingers traced the ridge of his cock. 

“Is this all for me?” she pressed, a single thumb swiping easily over his engorged tip, collecting the beads of pre-cum that had settled, before sucking the digit between eager lips. 

He nodded keenly, nuzzling further into her palm that was still against his blushing cheek. 

“All for you, miss,” he smiled lazily up at her, “m’so hard for you.” 

The corners of her lips quirked upwards, and her nipples hardened impossibly at his crudeness. The soft skin of her hands enclosed around his shaft, squeezing him tightly before relaxing, and Michael mewled loudly at the stimulation, bucking his hips upwards just to feel that delicious friction once again. His two front teeth peeked from beneath the thickness of his top lip, his mouth parting to release the gasps that just begged to be set free. 

“Want you to fuck me,” he whined, batting his eyelids shut tightly and y/n stared down at him with hooded eyes, moaning inwardly at his choice of dialogue.

“Want your fingers inside me,” her fist met his thrusts in short and slow tugs and his hole clenched tightly at the thought of getting fucked. “Want you to stretch me out. Jus’ wanna feel you!” 

His sobs resonated in the stuffy room, echoing through y/n’s swirling thoughts and it caused her already darkened irises to glaze into something near-sinister. Her lips quirked and her thighs clenched. Well, he was being such a good boy.

“Okay, kitty,” she cooed, and Michael tilted his chin up, greedily slotting his thickened lips between hers and licking hotly into her mouth. 

“Oh, thank you, miss,” he swooned, sighing into her open mouth and shifting when he felt the pebbled peaks of her nipples on his chest. “I’ll be your best boy.” 

Y/n pulled back, giving his cheek a soft tap and his throat a squeeze when he chased her lips avariciously. The nightstand cabinet was already open and she reached for the bottle of lube that was nearing the half-empty mark and popped open the cap. He squirmed and struggled at the sight of her now, glistening fingers, staring and gawking dumbly at the smooth substance that coated her digits. Michael’s legs opened wider, silently begging for her touch. 

Cold fingers traced his hole, pushing the tip of her middle finger inside of him before quickly removing it. She teased him like that for a while, until she knew he was completely ready. Ready to take what she had to give him. 

“You ready, kitty?” He nodded profusely, angling his hips up just right as her first finger slipped inside him. It was a slow process, a slick pointer finger pumping back and forth, speeding just a little when he begged and crooned impatiently. 

“Want more.” He whined, his lower-stomach clenching and cock throbbing at the delicious intrusion. 

“Don’t be greedy.” She spoke lowly, cocking an eyebrow at him and her fingers slowed down to an unhurried push. 

“M’not greedy, miss.” He pouted. “I can take it, I swear!” 

She knew to go slow, but nevertheless, another finger joined her first and the thrusts were a little harder this time, just enough for him to let out a delicious wail. 

“Right there!” He panted, elbows bending and knuckles cracking, still as impatient as ever and he inwardly begged for his bindings to disappear. 

She smiled, all sickly-sweet and gasped proudly when her eyes flitted to the sticky pools of pre-cum that littered his lower-stomach. 

“S’that your spot, kitty?” Her cooing made his toes curl along with the constant prodding to his prostate. “Right there, yeah?” 

His flushed face twisted and contorted with every push and pull of her slickened fingers, so spaced out and submissive for his dominant, and with her other hand, y/n reached forward and took a hold of his cock. 

He was always such a good boy. 

Her thumb and index finger teased his flushed tip, just enough for him to whine at how close he was, before pulling away. 

“M’not gonna last long- Oh!” he moaned loudly into empty air, “please make me cum, miss.” 

 “Is that what you want, huh?” a wicked grin painted her features. “You wanna make a mess for me, kitty?” 

Michael nodded, because, oh boy, did he need to cum, and the thought of her little sub cumming solely from her pushing fingers? Yeah, that made y/n’s head reel. 

Y/n leaned forward in the little slot between his stuttering thighs and, somehow, connected both mouths together in a searing kiss. It was made up of tongue and the clashing of teeth, the vibrations of Michael’s moans melted into her mouth and she was so ready to give him what he wanted.

But no. Not yet. 

She pulled away. “I want you to beg for it.”

The darkness in her stare caused the submissive to cower, but his whines never seized, and he sucked in a sharp breath before doing exactly what she had asked.

“Please, miss! Please let me cum! Need to feel it, wanna be your good boy and show you how good you make me feel!” he squirmed needily in his restraints, ankles hooking behind y/n’s back to get her closer to him. “Oh, please! I need to- Oh!”

It felt like hours had gone by until Michael had his permission to cum, when in fact it had been mere minutes. But he couldn’t help the lusty cry that tumbled from his aching throat once those three words had been uttered. 

“You can cum.”

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[irwinkitten]

hi my love can I request a plus size blurb where the reader is having a low self esteem day and the boy (doesn’t matter who) comforts them?

Michael had left for the studio with a quick kiss and shouted ‘love you honey!’ before rushing out of the door since he’d been running late.

When you rolled out of bed, the first thing you’d been greeted with was the full length mirror and you felt your stomach twist and heart sink.

It was one of those days.

Immediately you grabbed one of the fitted sheets, chucking it over the mirror and you found yourself struggling to pull your mind away from the stupid comments that you’d seen a few days prior.

‘They’re too fat to be with Mikey. He needs a skinny partner.’

‘Do they really think that he wouldn’t leave them when he realises that he can get better? I bet they’re not even good in bed.’

‘Talk about needing a diet and maybe some surgery.’

Tears were prickling the corner of your eyes as you pressed the palms of your hands to the sides of your head.

“Shut up. He loves me.” You snapped out loud, but the self doubt lay there, and you tried your best to ignore it as you decided to clean up the house, the dogs following you dutifully. Moose even more so, never leave your side for longer than a moment.

When Michael got back home, he found you in the kitchen half a bottle of wine gone with tears in your eyes.

“Love?” Your head snapped up and even Moose didn’t move from her spot despite her wagging tail. That told him enough that it hadn’t been a good day.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” You finally whispered and he shook his head, a gentle smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry. Have you eaten today?” The innocent question made you hesitate and his heart sank when he realised the state you were in.

“I had some fruit, but not a lot. It was all, a bit too much.” You admitted gently and he nodded in understanding as he pulled you close. You tensed but he didn’t let go and finally you relaxed into him.

“You know that I love you no matter what, right?” You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“I love every inch of you, even the extra inches that people always seem to comment on. You’re funny and witty and god I could list not only your personality but I love how you look on top of me. I love those small noises you make when I leave marks all over your stomach.” You hid your face in his neck and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“I love how you look underneath me, no care in the world with how you look. I love being able to love on all of you.” You could feel the embarrassment and shame run together but he tilted your head back, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I love how you coordinate your outfits especially when we accidentally match and you get so fucking exited that you take as many photos as possible. I love that you’re mine no matter how many times Ashton has offered to wine and dine you.” The last part came out as a tease, making you laugh through the tears that had appeared.

“I love that you’re you. Everyone has bad days, I’m not about to tell you to stop having them but I’m here to remind you of how much I adore every part of you.”

“You’re gonna make my ego just as big as I am.” You muttered and he laughed, his hands resting on your hips as he placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Just more of you to love on then.” He grinned before taking your hand in his. You didn’t protest as he guided you back to the bedroom, pulling off the sheet but you avoided looking in the mirror.

His eyes were kind as the two of you settled into bed, the dogs joining you. Moose settled into your side and Michael pouted as South sat on his lap.

“Really Moose? You not gonna give your dad any kisses?” Almost as if she’s timed it, she let her head rest on your lap, her tongue coming out to lick your hand as you let her.

You laughed.

“She’s my baby now, Clifford.” You teases as you settled with him and his arm went over your stomach, causing you to tense before relaxing.

“Well it’s a good thing we live together. Tomorrow we’ll take them both out for a walk together and maybe grab some coffee with Ash, how does that sound?” And despite the feeling of unease, you nodded.

“I should be okay. I’ll get there, it’s just one of those days.” You murmured and he nodded.

“I know, but I’m here for you. Don’t forget that.”

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[irwinkitten]

I am loving your plus size blurb week! Can I request a Mikey one please? Where his plus size girlfriend wears on of his big oversized sweaters and feels so happy and snuggly and he thinks she looks so cute and sexy. I wouldn’t be mad if you wanted to make it a bit smutty but fluffy is all good too 🥰

After a long week for the both of you, when you arrived home at the same time, the both of you leaned into one another giggling, Michael’s arm resting across your shoulders as he kissed your forehead.

“Do we need to be anywhere this weekend?” Your question was hesitant as you tried to wrack your brain for any potential outing or task that you needed to do.

“No. We have the weekend to ourselves for once.” He answered as he got the door open and you pulled away from him, laughing at his pout.

“Do you want to shower tonight?” And despite the suggestive nature of your tone, he knew that the week had been tough on you physically and mentally.

“Are you propositioning me?” He dropped his keys into the bowl and made his way over to you, a giggle falling from your lips.

“How the tables have turned on you Clifford.” You shot back with a grin and he rolled his eyes as his arms wrapped around you, hands settling on your back. You immediately looped your arms around his neck and he leaned in for a kiss, his hands sliding to rest on your hips.

“To be used by a pretty girl and then dumped to the side for my dog. A dream come true.” He deadpanned and you laughed. His hand lifted up to pinch your cheek, and you batted it away almost immediately.

“Time is running out.” He grinned but shook his head.

“I’m good. It was just writing today. Go shower and I’ll cook us some dinner.” His lips met yours once more and you turned to head upstairs. You didn’t expect the hard slap on your ass, making you yelp, turning to glare at him.

“What? You know I’m a sucker for that ass of yours baby.” You rolled your eyes and flipped him the middle finger before heading for the shower.

When you’d showered and emerged into the bedroom, you spotted one of his many hoodies that had been strewn about and you found yourself wondering.

So you slipped on some underwear, ignoring your mind yelling at you to put some shorts on at least before tugging the hoodie over your head and down your body.

The sheer joy that ran rampant through your body as you realised it not only fit you but it was still a size bigger so it wasn’t restrictive brought you to tears.

So you took a few selfies, and you stared at yourself. Your rolls and curves were hidden by the hoodie but it emphasised your thighs. And you felt cute.

Once you were downstairs, Michael had already made dinner and you could hear the tv going, so you headed into the living room and watched in satisfaction as he looked up and froze, his jaw dropping as his eyes took you in.

“Like what you see?” You teased as you sat next to him, earning a groan as he realised you were only in your underwear and his hoodie.

“I don’t know if I’m hungry for food or hungry for you.” He finally muttered and you laughed as he kissed you, dinner plates forgotten on the coffee table.

“How about we eat first and then maybe you can have a snack later?” He paused and you kissed him soundly. He finally relented and you settled down, your legs over his lap and your back against the arm rest as the two of you are and watched a few shows.

Once the food had been finished and the empty plates had been returned to the coffee table, his fingers had started drawing idle patterns on your thigh, creeping higher and higher until he dropped them back down again to repeat the process.

On the third run you broke.

“Mikey I swear to god if you don’t do something-” He cut you off as he shifted, his lips finding yours before shuffling down his lips touching your thighs.

“Your wish is my command baby.”

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MY ANGEL CAKE. ✨ Can i please request Michael and a plus sized babe cuddling? His hands on her thighs? Sweet kisses? I love. 😭🥰

Waking up in the morning was always an effort when you felt completely exhausted. But the one good thing was waking up next to Michael.

“I can feel you watching me.” You muttered, pushing your face into the pillow to muffle a sigh escaping your lips.

Hearing him laugh as his lips met your temple, fingers trailing along your sides, it made waking up in the morning worth it.

“Are you really gonna quote my own song at me and think I’m not gonna laugh at you for it.” The teasing tilt to his voice made you smile into the pillow, turning your head towards him. A gentle smile was sat on his lips.

“Yes I am. I’m tired therefore you’re not allowed to laugh when I forget you used those fucking lyrics.” And he laughed again, his arm going over your side, pulling you closer.

You shifted to accommodate your belly, letting your head nestle into his neck as he moved his hands to grasp your thigh, hooking it up over his hip, earning a groan from you as his fingers gently kneaded the flesh.

“Not happening.” You warned him and he smirked before he shifted and managed to get you on top of him, your look of fright before you scowled at him making him laugh.

“I’m not looking for that. Although you’d look stunning riding me this morning. However, I wanna cuddle like this, is that too much to ask?” And your glare softened as you resettled, resting your head back into his neck as he continued his ministrations on your thighs.

“Maybe later. I think I lost a few marks over the last few days.” Your tease was tired and exhausted, making him chuckle as he squeezed your sides.

“Gonna hold you to that, love.”

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