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itisannak · 3 years

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Car Sex (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: Luke and (Y/N), both college students, living with their parents, have to get creative to find some alone time. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Penetrative Sex / Public Sex / Creampie) (Words: 5.4k) (Request)

"Be back by 11:30." My dad shouts as I run down the stairs, heading to the door. "The movie ends at 12." I remind him, sighing over how strict he becomes when he knows I am going out with Luke. "12 it is then." He replies, peeking at me from his armchair. "I don't have classes tomorrow... And teleportation had yet to be invented last time I checked." I point out, crossing my arms before my chest. "Smarty-pants. If he brings you home a minute after 12:30, you are grounded." My dad tries to sound tough, but he is a big softie. I rush to him, leaving a peck on his cheek before strutting out of the door.

Luke has been waiting long enough in the car, longer than I would have the patience to wait for someone without pressing my hand on the horn. I did not expect to see him inside the parked pick-up park, but here I am, opening the passenger door to join him inside. "Wow, that is a first..." I comment, pressing my lips together to stop my laughter as soon as I am in. I just picture him as a hillibilly, chewing on a hay straw, and the mental image is enough to make me double over in laughter. "Shut up. My brother lent me it for the night." He explains, pulling out of the driveway. "Why does your brother have a truck?" I ask, pulling the seatbelt to fasten myself. "He works in constructions." He replies, turning his head for a quick peck on my forehead. "Right." I mumble. "What time does your curfew start?" He asks me, shifting the gears. "I have to be home at 12.30, not a minute later. It still fucks me up that I still have a curfew at 19 and you don't." I groan, crossing my arms. Luke shrugs, having a charming little smirk decorating his lips. "My parents had enough of setting rules for disobeying teenagers with my brothers, so I guess I had it easy, they never bothered placing one." He comments as I prop my elbow against the window's frame, supporting my head as I look at him. "There is no way your mother is that elastic with you. I had chills every time I walked into her class in high school." I really do exasperate, earning a laugh from Luke. I love it when he laughs; his face brightens up, and his dimples make him really irresistible, along with the crinkles around his eyes. I reach over, stroking a messy curl with my fingers, before pushing it off his forehead. "She is much chiller when you get to know her." He replies, resting his hand on my thigh. "I guess you are right." I sigh, feeling jittery at the way he touches me. "Pity I will have to take you home straight after the movie. I was hoping for some more time with you." He says in a low voice, almost like he fears getting heard. "It has been too long since the last time we had more time together." I reply. It would be a lie if I said I am not actively craving him. I still dream of his touch, the way he kissed me last time, the way he moved against me. "To be clear, I am talking about having sex." He explains and I chuckle, throwing my head back. "I am talking about having sex too, Luke." I reply, making him hum, pleased by my response. "We gotta do something about the housing situation." He sounds determined, which is just hilarious at this point. "Well, we are broke, college students who can only afford to live with their parents. I don't know if there is much we can do about it at this point." I reply, while his hand squeezes my inner thigh. "I am just... I just need more of you." He groans and I hum, feeling my stomach tighten at his words. "Can we talk about the movie? This is becoming... A little too intense for me." I bite my bottom lip, running my fingers through my hair. "Of course. They are showing the Texas Chainsaw Massacre." He states, letting his touch linger for a little longer before he removes his hand. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension between them. It is hard for me to take my mind off Luke being inside me, kissing me, touching me, even with the prospect of watching a movie about cannibalistic psychopaths. "Why do you always pick horror movies for date night?" I groan, nudging his shoulder. "Because you always leave me in charge. And because the gore is the only thing stopping me from fantasizing about you." He replies, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "You fantasize about me?" I ask, feeling the tingly sensation making its way back. "All the time. My thoughts are just a never-ending movie of things I want to do with you... of things I want to do to you. And I am just trying to find ways to just pause that movie for a while." He admits. "Is the movie playing right now?" I ask, flushing as I wait for him to tell me. "You wanna know?" He asks and I nod at him, knowing my eyes are glistening with excitement. "Right now it shows the scene where it is Sunday morning, and we have just woken up, naked in bed. And I am just taking you in, in all your glory." He replies. "You are definitely giving me the PG-13 version right now." I point out and he shrugs. "I am keeping some of the good stuff for a little later." He winks at me, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek.

We purchase some popcorn and sodas from the drive-through kiosk before Luke finds the spot we are supposed to park. The back of the pick-up truck is facing the screen, which means we will have to get out of the car and climb onto the back. "I really want to see you try to get in the back, wearing that dress." Luke comments, picking up the snacks and getting out of the car. "I know you want to peek under my skirt, but gosh, don't be so obvious about it." I chuckle, hopping off the car. Luke waits for me in the back of the truck, holding his connected palms low, so I can step on them and go up the cargo bed. "You are a true gentleman..." I comment, leaving a peck on his cheek, before I step on his hands and he boosts me up. "Need help?" I ask him once I land just right. "I got it. Lay the blanket I have in there. And move the snacks, I don't want to knock them." He instructs, stepping onto the rim under the taillights. I hold the snacks tight as he steps in, dusting himself off. "This is actually nice." I admit, laying one of the blankets for us. "See? That will teach you not to laugh at me before you see my intentions." He comments, sitting down on the blanket, with his back against the divider. "You should be happy I am laughing. It means you make me happy." I reply and he hums. I take a seat between his thighs, leaning my head back on his shoulder, bringing my lips to his neck for a soft peck. "I promise to hold you tight at the scary parts." I whisper, knowing that I will spend the entirety of this movie with my face buried in his chest. "I will hold you up to that." He chuckles, leaving a peck on my forehead.

The night chill proves I am a fool for wearing a frilly little dress for the night screening. But luckily, Luke has predicted that and has brought a second blanket along, which now is covering our laps. "You look mighty cute in the cinema lights." Luke whispers, stroking my hair softly. "You are supposed to be focusing on the movie, not me." I laugh, trying to keep my voice low so I don't bother the rest of the viewers. "You are far more interesting than any movie." He replies, turning my head to plant a kiss on my lips. I smile against his lips, parting my mouth so he can slip his tongue past my lips. His hand softly grazes my face, and I then decide to turn around and straddle his lap. "You can't do that to me." He groans, throwing his head back. That gives me access to his neck, which I take advantage of and trail with kisses. "Why not?" I ask, pouting at him. "(Y/N), please... This is torturing. It has been too long since we had sex. I am craving you, and this is not helping me." He replies, while my hands move to his hair. "I am craving you too. I need you." I whine, earning a sigh. "I need you too. But we don't have the time nor the place to do that." He replies, and I shake my head. "What about right here, right now?" I ask, making him tilt his head and look at me, with eyes glazed in excitement. "You mean...?" "Who's going to see us? And don't say the movie is more interesting than me..." "Fuck the movie." He groans, bringing his hand to trace my thigh, stopping on the hem of my dress. "I'd rather you fuck me." I reply, earning a smirk from him. "This is risky." He comments and I shrug. "You love it, don't you?" I ask and he hums. He throws the lap blanket aside, laying me with my back on the blanket laid on the floor of the cargo bed. "You will have to be very quiet..." He states, stroking my cheek softly. "You are the one to talk..." I mumble before he leans down to kiss me.

He clumsily fumbles with the lap blanket, covering us for a mock discreteness, even though we both know a blanket will do nothing. He roams his hands from my face to my sides and then retires them on my thigh. I prop my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. "You are so soft." He moans against my mouth, squeezing my thigh softly. My lips curl into a smile, feeling goosebumps crawl onto my skin. "Oh shit." He groans, making me look at him with a furrow on my brow. "What? What happened?" I ask, watching as his face twists in frustration. "Condoms are in the glove compartment. I have to go back in the car." He groans, throwing his head back. "It is ok... We don't need one." I state, feeling my core becoming warm at the thought of him sliding inside me bare. "Are you sure about this?" He asks me and I nod. "It is not a risky day. I need you." I almost beg, causing him to chuckle at me, as his hands work his pants to free his cock. "I will just... Push your panties aside... No one will know what we are doing." He mutters, spreading my legs more, propping them around his waist. Blindly and clumsily, he tries to line up his tip to my entrance. The only lights come from the light poles around the parking space, and of course, the projector playing the movie, so there is almost only darkness surrounding us. Luke finally manages to slip inside me, moving slowly so the car doesn't rattle and bring any suspicion on us. "Shit, you feel good." He whispers by my ear, planting a peck on my earlobe. He buries his face in my neck, nibbling on my skin as he begins rocking his hips on mine. It takes me a moment to get my mind off the catastrophic thought that we are going to get caught, but the moment the first moan slips from his lips, I feel chills crawl down my spine. "Oh, God." I mumble, finally feeling his cock stretching me, with each thrust making me wetter and wetter. "Shh, we have to be quiet, remember?" He playfully reminds me, passing his tongue over the spot he was sucking on a second ago. "Buzzkiller." I whisper, but it soon turns into a gasp as he thrusts his whole cock inside me, making me pulse around him. I have to bring my hand to my mouth as Luke backs out and thrusts in again, this time with more force than before. I bite onto my palm, preventing myself from making a sound as Luke tries to find a rhythm for us. We both know this cannot last as long as the last time did; in contrast to the time we stayed up all night fucking, we will now have to be done in less than 10 minutes. "The way you take my cock is going to be the death of me." He mumbles as I buck my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to find an angle for his cock to hit my spot. Luke groans softly, placing a hand under the small of my back to support me. "We are fucking under the stars." I giggle softly, squeezing myself around him. "I am going to find us a house, I promise you that." He slams his hips on mine, making the car move a little. "Careful." I groan, but the way he is rocking his hips on mine makes my mind fuzzy around the edges. We have to pray the people around us are too focused on the movie, or else we are putting on a show for them. Luke brings on hand from under my back to my cheek, touching it softly. "You feel so good around me, baby." He says raspily as I move my hips in a soft circle. The top of his cock brushes against my clit and I feel myself tighten around him. I muffle a whimper, closing my eyes tightly to focus on anything else but the way he feels inside me. "I can feel you here." I grab his hand and let it press on my lower stomach, right at the nook where I feel the impact of his thrusts. Luke strokes his thumb over that spot, giving me a slow, deep thrust, looking mesmerized by the way my stomach inflates and falls as he fucks me. His hand travels under my dress, heading straight to my breasts, cupping them and stroking his thumbs over my nipples. I whimper and shudder, bucking my hips against his and taking his cock more inside me. "You are going to fuck yourself on my cock, princess?" He asks cockily, pinching my nipple between his fingers, pulling at it sadistically slow. "Will you fill me up, daddy?" I ask him back; two can play this game. I can see his eyes sparkle at my question, even in the dark night. "Shit, (Y/N)... I am going to cum..." Luke groans by my ear, making me tighten around him in surprise. "Cum, please. I want to feel all of you inside me..." I groan, my mind becoming clouded by my need for him. "But you are not there yet..." Luke protests. "You have a mouth, don't you?" I ask him, heaving for breath. Luke chuckles and looks at me amused, before slamming his hips on mine, pinning me down to ravage me. Luke brings his face to my neck, muffling himself by biting onto my skin. I gasp in shock, the slight sting of pain sending waves of electricity down my body. "I am going to fucking wreck you... I am going to fucking ruin you for everyone else. You are mine... Just mine. " He groans, gluing his hips on mine as he cums, hissing as he reaches his high. It takes him a moment of grunting and breathing funny before he cups my face and kisses me harshly. "I am going to make you feel good, princess. I promise." His voice is still heavy and groggy from his orgasm, and he sounds so chillingly sexy, contrasting the loud chainsaw buzzing that goes off every couple of minutes in the movie.

He parts from my lips and slides down my body, spreading my legs more and fixing himself between my thighs. He traces my slit softly, watching me as I still pulse from the loss of contact. He uses his fingers to part my lips, revealing my entrance and my clit to him. He wastes no time lapping up his tongue on my sex, moaning as he tastes us mixing together. I smile to myself and look up at the night sky, taking in the pretty little stars as Luke curls his tongue on my entrance, gathering the pooling wetness and his cum on the tip of his tongue. He brings the tip to my clit, teasing it in slow, agonizing circles, making me jolt at every single one of them. Once he sees I am teased to a sufficient level for his liking, he wraps his lips around my clit, suckling on it hungrily. My breath gets caught in my lungs and I am baffling between bringing my hand to my mouth to stop any sounds from escaping or tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks, and guiding his mouth where I need him. "Luke..." I whine, messing my fingers in his hair, contrasting the intensity that courses through my body with the softness of his curls. Luke hums in approval, flicking his tongue against the head of my clit. I press my lips together and roll my hips in the air as my orgasm explodes inside me, spreading on my body. I try my hardest not to make a sound, nor move too much that the car squeaks. Luke moves up from between my thighs after he fixes my panties over my core. He leans in, kissing my lips softly. I realize that I have been smiling since I hit my orgasm, but only after Luke mimics my smirk. "I am going to find us a house." He announces again, tracing his hand softly over my cheek. "Yeah, we need one." I agree, moving my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting us together. "Do you think anyone saw us?" Luke asks, rolling next to me. I fix my head upon his chest, letting myself hear his heartbeat. "As long as we do not end up on a pornsite, I am not that mad if they did." I reply and he chuckles. "Kinky... I like that about you." "You like what about me?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. "You are always up for testing your limits." He replies and I hum. "I wish we could sleep together tonight." He sighs, pecking at the top of my head. "I think my dad will neuter you if you show up at my house for a sleepover. And your mom will probably bound me in your basement and torture me for seducing her benjamin." I giggle and he scoffs. "My mom is not a monster." Luke protests playfully. "I don't know. Her nickname was Charybdis in high school." I mumble and he punches my arm playfully.

"Will you call me before bed?" Luke asks me as he parks in front of my house. "Do you want me to?" I ask him, undoing my seatbelt. "Since I can't sleep with you tonight, at least I would like us to do it over facetime." He shrugs, tapping the tip of my nose softly. "I will certainly facetime you then. I will see you on Tuesday, won't I?" I ask and he nods. "Ok then. Talk to you in a bit." I bite my lip before I lean in to plant a soft peck on his lips. He waits until I am inside the house to take off, which brings a smile to my face. He cares a lot and he is really protective, without crossing any boundaries. "Did you have fun at the movies?" My dad asks, making me jump at the sound of his voice. He has stayed exactly where I left him, which is a little creepy. "You scared the shit out of me, dad." I gasp, touching my chest and feeling my heart pounding. "We saw the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Not really my style, but it was ok." I reply and he hums. "If you wake up screaming in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare, I will know who to blame." He goes back to watching TV. It is not a secret that my dad does not really like Luke; he thinks of him as a devil in the disguise of an angel. "Goodnight dad." I run up the stairs to take off my makeup and get ready for my night call with Luke.

I tap my fingers nervously as I wait for Luke to pick me up. We are supposed to head for a dinner date, but I am not sure we will go through with it. Luke's car pulls up in front of me, and I rush inside, earning a look of surprise from him. "I was ready to wait for you at least 15 more minutes." Luke chuckles, helping me with my seatbelt. "Can you find a space somewhere a bit private?" I ask him, earning a hum from him. "I will be happy to..." He starts the car, aloof to my jitters.

Luke parks behind an elementary school, which seems abandoned for the day, before he undoes his seatbelt and turns to look at me. "It will do for now, don't you think?" Luke asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "We need to talk." I state, making his face drop. "Oh. That sounds a little ominous." He replies and I nod my head. "I am late." I just let it out, dropping the bomb on his lap now. "Late for what? Do you have to be somewhere before our date?" He asks. I roll my eyes and rest my head back on my seat. "Luke..." I sigh. "What?" He asks, frustrated over my reaction. "My period is late. I might be pregnant." I explain and he looks at me dumbfounded. "Are you sure?" He manages to utter after a second of just staring. "My tracker says I am a week late. And I am never late, not this long. I am freaking out." I sniffle, my hands bunching up my cardigan. Luke stays silent, starting the car again. I feel awful in this silence but I understand he needs time to process it. It took me two days to swallow this, he deserves at least a couple of minutes to even begin thinking about it. It itches me on the inside to just ask him to say anything, but I decide to control myself. Without a word, he parks the car in front of a pharmacy and exits the car. It would make more sense for him to slam the door on the way out, but he didn't. I cannot find a way to translate his coldness and it pains me to sit here without a clue. He is gone for a little over 10 minutes but it felt a century to me. I don't dare ask him what he bought, so the car sinks in silence again.

The next stop is at a totally strange house to me. Luke helps me undo the seatbelt, still silent, and motions me to follow him. He unlocks the door to an apartment, letting me go in first. "What is this place?" I finally have the courage to ask once we enter the poorly furnished place. "I told you I would find us an apartment. I wanted to tell you at dinner, but I guess..." He replies, handing me the paper bag from the pharmacy. "Is it what I think it is?" I ask and he nods. "Luke, I am scared." I admit and he sighs. He wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips softly on my forehead. "I am too. But we need to face our fear. Or it will catch upon us." He replies, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Come on. I will be right outside." He guides me to the small bathroom, giving me a small smile before I shut the door. It is such a lonely process doing this. I know Luke is waiting for me, I know that he is here for me, right outside the door that divides us, but I feel so alone. It is nerve-wracking, having to wait even a moment for the test that will define the rest of my relationship with Luke. There is a soft knock on the door, Luke's knuckles must barely even touch the wooden furniture. "Did you do it?" He asks nervously, but not demandingly. "I am waiting for the result." I sniffle. "Would you like me to come in and wait with you?" He asks. "No. I will be out in a minute..." I am too upset myself to have Luke's nervousness right now. "Ok, love." He sighs, giving up. I know he is trying to comfort me and this is the best way he can think of doing so, but it is just... I don't know if it is too much or too little.

The timer goes off and I know that I have to face the little plastic stick at last. It is so stupid that I am terrified by a piece of plastic, but I feel a tug at my heartstrings just at the thought of what the result might be. I peek at it, finding the word 'PREGNANT' on the little digital screen. Fuck. "Can I come in?" Luke asks. He must have heard the timer too so he knows the test has shown a result. I am too emotional to answer him, all I want to do is cry. How did that happen? Fuck, why did it happen now? We were always careful and we barely ever had a place to be just the two of us. God, that night at the drive-in... I was stupid enough to tell him it didn't matter going bare. Luke barges into the bathroom after my lack of response, his eyes instantly falling on me. He sighs understandingly, moving closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok... It's all ok, love. Please, stop crying." He tries to soothe me, but it will take more than a hug and his soft voice to calm me down. "I've ruined both our futures..." I moan, my voice barely coming off. "No, no, you didn't. It is my fault too. Hey, we are going to be alright. She's gonna be apples, you'll see." He cheers, rubbing the small of my back soothingly.

My obstetrician could only see me 2 days after I took the test. Despite me wanting to rush to the first person with an available appointment, Luke told me that 2 days wouldn't hurt and we should go to the one I trust. And now as I am feeling in the form of family history and reason of the visit, Luke is sitting next to me, almost completely unfazed, as if his life is not about to tumble down. "How can you be so calm?" I ask him, annoyed by how cool he seems. "I am not." He replies, not even turning to look at me. "You are. You are awfully calm and cool for someone who is going to be a father before he finishes college." I whisper the last part, even though it is just us in the waiting room. I have been tiptoeing around admitting my pregnancy, not even daring to say it to myself out loud. "You think I am not panicking? You think I am not about to have a nervous breakdown? But I have to keep calm and be here for you. You are a mess, (Y/N)." He says through gritted teeth. "Well, I am sorry this is too much for me. I will try my hardest not to let my mess affect you." I snap, moving to a chair away from him. "I didn't mean it that way..." He protests and I hum, scribbling on the form fast.

The doctor calls me in her office, finally ready to exam me. Luke follows suit, asking her if it is ok to join us too. "Is it ok with you, (Y/N)?" She turns to me. "I really couldn't care less." I mumble, climbing onto the exam bed. Luke walks in, standing in the corner of the room awkwardly. "I will need you to take your jeans and underwear off for this." She instructs me and I nod. "Your urine sample gave us a positive pregnancy test, so I will have to go transvaginally to see the fetus. We have done this in the past, but you will feel slight discomfort when I enter the prob." She states, prepping the little wand. I feel as if I want to throw up, this ordeal has been stressing me out a lot. "Ok. Are you ready?" She asks as I lay on my back. I nod my head and take a deep breath, boosting myself for the exam. Pushing past the initial discomfort, I turn to look at my doctor as she looks at the screen with a frown. "Do you have any symptoms?" She asks me, looking at the ultrasound carefully. "No, other than my period being late, no." I reply and she hums. "You took a home test?" "Yes, it came back positive. Is everything ok?" I ask her. "Well, you are not pregnant. But you have a positive home test and a urine stip test. So my guess is there is proteinuria and that is why we had 2 false positives. I will order you a lab work for that, just to rule things out, but I think it might be stress-related." She replies. "I am not pregnant?" I ask, my heart skipping in relief. "You are not." She replies. "Are you sure?" Luke asks for the first time since the exam started. "I am very certain you are not expecting. Based on your reactions I will say congratulations, you are not pregnant." She chuckles, handing me a couple of tissues to clean up. "I will leave you to get dressed and go order the lab test. You can pick it up from my receptionist." She smiles at us before she leaves the room.

After the doctor's visit, I was craving ice cream, so Luke drove me to my favorite place for a strawberry soft serve. Since our date night was canceled from my pregnancy scare, we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and take a stroll at the park. He holds my hand in his as we both lick our ice cream as if the last couple of days didn't happen. "We are not having sex again without a condom." I lean my head on his shoulder as he hums in agreement. "That is certain." He adds. "I am sorry I was so... messy the last couple of days." I apologize and he shrugs. "It is one of the things I love about you." He brings my hand to his lips, pecking it lightly. "For what is worth, you were an excellent partner and you handled this scare probably the best way possible." I comment and he sighs. "I was scared beyond words. We are too young to become parents." "I agree. We barely have a place to be alone..." I point out. "Well, we do have it, though." He says, making me bite the inside of my cheek. "I really liked the space, from what I remember seeing..." "I am glad you did. Cause I plan on spending a lot of time in it with you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, making me feel my face get hot. "We never learn, do we?" I chuckle and he shrugs. "I think we learned our lesson." He takes a long lick of his dessert.

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fuckingplaidpants · 4 years

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Lemme Show You - M.C

- Michael teaches is roommate how to masturbate

Notes: smut, soft and fluffy, fingering

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The awkward topic of masturbation had been brought up - well for Eve it was awkward.

The tiny shy girl at 21 years of age had never touched herself. She'd had sex only twice and twice was enough to turn her off it. The 2 different asshole of boyfriends used her for her cute petite body rather than actually liking her and having feelings for her.

Eve has roomed with her best friend michael for 3 years now and they were never afraid to talk about anything. Michael was the only person she truely felt comfortable with and could trust.

However, masturbation and sex was never something Eve brought up in conversation, especially if it was about herself.

She was embarrassed to even think she was scared of having any kind of sexual interaction, even with herself. She thought at 21 she would have 'grown up' and found the joy and pleasure within sexual intimacy.

But every time it crosses her mind she cringes at the horrible sex experiences she endured. She also partially blames the fact her mother was never very open with her and never told her all the wonders about puberty or periods or anything to do with her own womanly parts. Eve had to discover it all for her herself.

And now currently, as she sat cross legged in the middle of Michael's bed with flushed red cheeks and clammy hands as he decided to ask the questions he was always curious about but never asked as he didn't want to intrude Eve's privacy.

She hesitantly told him she had lost her virginity which lead her to say that she didn't like it and only did It one time after that and never again.

Michael was shocked at this but what shocked him even more was when she whispered out that she'd never masturbated and didn't know how to. She barely knew the anatomy of the vagina in the first place.

The poor girl was truely missing out on what a wonderful and completely healthy thing masturbation is.

"Lemme teach you then." He nonchalantly suggests as he hangs up his clothes in the wardrobe.

Eve chokes on her own saliva, very taken back at Mike's offer.

"W-what." She nervously laughs and swallows quickly.

Yes she was timid with this kind of stuff but in the back of her mind, she always wondered how it would feel if it was done properly and what an orgasm actually felt like.

"I'm serious," he turns around from hanging his clothes up with no immature smirk or grin on his face. He was dead serious. "I will gladly help you out. Masturbation is so normal and it doesn't have to be weird. I won't think of you any differently." He maturely says.

"I-I uh Michael I dunno I mean- I maybe-"

Michael abandons his task, taking his full attention to Eve as he sits on the edge of his bed.

"My mums a gynaecologist, I've stumbled across her study books before and I happen to know a few things," He smiles softly trying to ease Eve's obvious nerves. "It's up to you. I don't want to pressure you into is but I'm telling you now, you're missing out."

"W-what would you uh d-do?" She whispers, toying with the delicate ring on her finger

"I'll show you nice and slowly. I'll be so gentle and I will stop at anytime you want me to." He strokes a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What do you say?"

She knows deep down she wants it. She's curious and what better opportunity to do it with the person she trusts the most.

"Y-yeah ok." She squeaks.

"Yeah?" His face lights up slightly. "Well come down here, I want you to be able to watch what I'm doing." He takes her trembling hand and leads her to his full length mirror.

"M'gonna watch?" She gulps, not used to this at all.

"Mhm. Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror like that before?" Michael asks as he places a towel down on the carpet

She shakes her head no. She was not aware of what she looked like down there.

He reassures her that that's totally ok, sitting her down on the towel so she was looking at herself in the mirror.

"You're so pretty," he takes a seat behind her, pulling her back so she sat between his open legs.

"Thank you." She blushes profusely as Michael gets her to lean back into his chest.

To get her comfortable with his touch, he runs his finger tips down her neck and lets them go down her arms. Goosebumps arise on the surface and he makes sure to ask if she ok with this in which she sighs with a nod.

His lips press to her shoulder, heating up the area as he lets his hands travel over her clothed torso, feeling her curves.

Having never been touched so sensually, she was squirming within minutes with parted lips and breaths becoming deeper. Especially as his lips gently kiss the side of her neck.

He hooks his fingers under her tank top, pulling it up.

"I'm not wearing a bra is that ok?" She panics slightly.

"Of course, I'm not here to judge you." His lips brush the shell of her ear.

Her arms rise in the air as he pulls the fabric over her head, letting her perky breasts free from the years of confinement. Years of being deprived of the attention they deserved.

She watches Michael's face in the mirror, hoping for some kind of approval. He honestly cannot take his eyes off them. He simply cannot believe she's been hiding such cute tits away.

He lets his hands start on her shoulders, running slowly down over her collarbones and further down her chest. They brush over her nipples making her gasp softly as they harden.

She watches his hands knead them firmly and absolutely is mesmerised but the sight. Her hips begin to slowly rock as she begins to feel something she's only felt a few times but never really understood why.

"Can I?" He questions as he tugs in the hem of her skirt.

"Y-yes." She breathes, becoming needy and doesn't know why or how to react.

He rolls it up, displaying her underwear. "M'gonna touch you, ok?" He says, letting his chin rest upon her shoulder so that he could watch down at his hand slide over her clothed heat.

She gasps again at the sudden feeling that was hard to describe. His finger tips glide over her underwear, drawing light circles over where her clit was.

"Oh my god." She breaths, quite shocked. "That feels really good right there."

He chuckles lightly at how sensitive she is to be having her breathless with just lightly touching over her underwear. He knows he has to be very gentle.

"Yeah? I'm going to slide them off now" He watches her, watching him work his hands in the mirror.

"O-okay."

She lifts her bum for him to remove her underwear and skirt, tugging them off her feet and placing them to the side.

She closes her legs and timidly glances up to Michael in the mirror.

"It's ok, I'm not here to judge you or hurt you." He strokes her hair making her relax back into his chest.

He softly parts her silky smooth thighs to reveal her pretty pink pussy, wet and untouched.

"Please be careful Michael." She whimpers.

"I'm going to be so gentle ok? You tell me if you want me to stop. Here, put your hand on top of mine so you can stop me at any point." He places her small hand over his.

It runs down the in side of her thigh, reaching the outer lips of her pussy, carefully spreading them open.

Michael takes a deep breath, regathering his thoughts as he sees how wet she was. The poor girl had probably never experienced anything like it.

She notices it in the mirror and Michael can tell she's concerned and self conscious about how she looks down there so he decides it's best to explain a few things before continuing to make sure she knows that everything it's normal and fine.

"It doesn't look like the diagrams in school." She embarrassedly whispers.

"I heard that no girls does." He giggles softly. "They all look totally different. Every girls does and that's ok."

"Really?" She continues to inspect herself through the mirror.

"Mhm," He nods reassuringly.

A hand rests on her thigh as the one with her hand on top slides to the beginning of her slit where her clit can be seen all nice and swollen. Michael knows she's ready for him.

"This right here," His index finger pulls up her clit as she intently watches. "Is your clitoris, or the clit. It's only purpose is to make you feel good." He tells her.

He lets the pad of his finger tip, gently skim over her sensitive bud making her moan for the first time.

"Then further down," His fingers glide through her wetness. "This is the entrance." He slowly eases the tip of his index finger in.

She nods, her bare chest rising and falling as she anticipates the pleasure to come.

She's fully comfortable now, removing her hand from his, fully trusting him to do what he wants.

He drags her arousal up and circles it around her clit but never directly on. He knows this will be to sensitive for her.

She moans so sweetly as she watches his hand work it's magic on her. She's in awe of how amazing michael can make her feel.

"Feels s'good huh?" He whispers with his warm breath hitting her neck.

"Ye- oh my god," she moans, her head tipping back briefly as a strong wave of pleasure rushes through her.

Michael continues to rub loose circles over her clit, satisfied she's enjoying it. His other hand moves off her thigh so a finger presses at her entrance. Although she'd lost her virginity, that was 2 years ago and considering she is a tiny girl, he knew she'd be tight.

Her hooded eyes stare as his finger slowly easing in to her hole. There was no horrendous pain like she had experienced a few times before. His finger just slipped in so easily.

"Fuck." She whines, loving the sight of his finger sinking into her.

"Does it feels ok darling?" He cautiously asked, not wanting anything to hurt her.

"Yes Mikey!" She breaths, barely able to talk.

"I'm gonna slip another on in, kay?" He kisses her neck and she tilts it so he has better access.

He pushes in a second finger, sinking in right to his knuckles as Eve squeezes Mikes thigh beside her. Not because it was painful, but because the new found pleasure of being stretched out by her best friends fingers was so good.

Her pussy moulds tightly around his fingers, leaving no room for a third finger. At least not 0n this first occasion.

He draws his fingers out, before sliding back in to create a slow rhythm to start with.

"Michaellll," His name tumbled from her lips and he nearly groaned at the delightful sound.

He always though his best friend was stunning, but this took things to another level for him. Seeing how she trusted him to do this and how beautiful her body is made his head spin.

His finger still rub her pink clit and in combination with his fingers fucking her, it creates the strongest sensation Eve has felt yet.

She didn't know what an orgasm felt like but by the way the euphoria was increasing by the second she had an idea of what was about to happen.

Her chest rises and fall rapidly and her back begins to arch off his chest. Even her hips involuntarily rock into his two finger, pumping steadily in and out of her.

"Look how pretty you look," Michael mumbles in her ear and she re opens her eyes to watch her own body in the mirror. "Are you watching my fingers sweetheart?"

Of course she was, in fact she couldn't take her eyes off them and the way they effortlessly worked her.

He curled his fingers that little bit extra making Eve let out the loudest moan yet and her little hand wrap around his wrist, rubbing it up and down almost as if it was her way to encourage him.

He feels her begin to clench around his fingers and by her not taking a breath from her whines and moans, she was about to cum.

"You getting close? You about to cum over my fingers baby?" He lowly whispers.

She can't answer him, no words could be formed from her mouth but she knew this must be what an orgasm is and that she was about to cum.

She whines out for the last time as Michael tips her easily over the edge. She's breathlessly panting, her legs trembling and the ecstasy washes strongly over her little body. She's sensitive immediately, making her thighs close together as Michael finger slowly work her down.

Her body goes limp against his chest, his own heart beating just as fast as hers. She whines with her eyes flutter closed as she comes down from her high.

He slides his fingers away from her, cleaning them off on the towel laid underneath them. He rubs his hands gently over her shoulders, letting her take the time she needs to regain composure after her first orgasm that definitely did hit her hard.

He strokes her hair back off her sweaty forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Michael's almost nervous to speak. He said he wasn't going to let it be weird - and by all means it isn't, but he just can help but feel somewhat guilty that he enjoyed it and that he may possibly just discovered he has feeling for her.

"Are you ok?" He swallows lightly and breaks the silence

"Yeah Mikey, I am." She opens her eyes and softly smiles at him though the mirror with pink cheeks.

"Well, what do you think?" He chuckles.

"I really have been missing out haven't I. I've never felt anything like it. Thank you," She shyly giggles. "But now I'm all," she parts her legs slightly to peer in between them though the mirror, "sticky."

"Yes, you did make quite the mess love." He chuckles, helping her to her feet before putting and arm around her back and under her knees to pick her up bridal style.

"Michael!" She squeals and uses a hand to hold her breasts and one to grip his shoulder, scared she may fall.

He looks down at her body in his arms, shaking his head with a smile as he walks to the bathroom. "Can't believe you've hidden this all away. You're so beautiful Eve."

She takes her index finger shyly between her lips, looking back up to him with glossy eyes full of adoration.

Michael places Eve up on the bathroom sink, going to turn around to run her a bath but not before she pulls him back by the wrist.

They both lock eyes, intently gazing into each others for a moment as Michael moves in between her legs. Her arms sling around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. He has a large hand resting on her hip and his other cupping her jaw. He slips his tongue pass her plump lips and she hums into the kiss.

They break away, resting their foreheads together and giggling softly.

"What are we doing?" Eve chuckles.

"M'not sure but I think I could get used to it." Michael giddily grins.

"Me too. I actually think I might need some more lessons too."

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cals-eyebrows · 5 years

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Prompt: kinky cal 😩😩 yes pleasee

Note: FUCKKKK anon!!!! you made me BLUSH!!!! I’m not good at this and maybe this isn’t kinky enough but here it is!!!

(This is smutty smut smut, you’ve been warned.)

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You and Calum had been dating for awhile. It was a lot of fun, and you were slowly getting integrated into his friend group, and just last weekend you had finally met Mali-koa, his sister. Everyone in your life and his life were so sweet and supportive with your new relationship.

You were still getting used to each other, but it was all positive experiences. You thought it was cute how Calum had a strict bedtime routine: brushed his teeth, let Duke out, and then held Duke for at least 5 minutes, wishing him sweet dreams before putting him in his kennel for the night. Every single night.

And Calum was learning about how you loved to listen to music as loudly as you could while you showered and the way you ate your food in a clockwise pattern.

This also meant you two were still exploring physically, too. This was an exciting time for you! You (and Calum, for that matter) took care to learn what the other person liked. Calum, despite his goofy exterior, you realized, liked to be a little rougher and often grabbed your neck while he pushed inside you.

You never would have guessed.

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You were sleeping when you felt Cal’s arm came from behind you, wrapping around your waist while he spooned you. You felt his hips push into your bum slightly, knowing he had just come from being out with the boys. You knew he was probably a little tipsy, and therefore, horny. You were a pretty light sleeper and the thunderstorms outside had been keeping you from falling into a deep sleep.

“Hey, bubba,” You whisper, and in response, Calum leaned over to kiss your ear. You turned over so you were laying down facing each other.

Cal still doesn’t say anything, just connects your lips in the dark. You find yourself getting lost in his kissing, and his wandering hands.

You make out for awhile when Calum mumbles: “Can I turn the lamp on? I gotta see you, baby.”

“Okay,” You answer and soon, some of the room comes to life with light. It’s only your small bedside lamp, so half of your handsome boyfriend’s face is shadows.

You continue to kiss, while Cal’s hand continuing wandering. You help him remove your ratty, overly large PJ shirt, a vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. With your skin exposed with just your panties on, this ignites a sense of urgency in Calum’s movements. He’s grabbing your boob and pinching your nipple, which leads you to moan.

His hand moves lower from your waist, brushing the sensitive skin that you’re dying for him to fully indulge. Calum using his skillful pointer finger to move your tiny, sensitive bud in circles, causing your hips to buck up toward his hand, wanting more friction.

You’re about to reach down to unzip Calum’s jeans (his shirt has been lost while you itch to get closer and closer), when he breaks away from you. “Wait, baby. I have an idea and it’s totally okay if you’re not into it.”

You take a second to mull this over, looking at Calum’s face. His cheeks are flushed and his lips look a bit pink from all the kissing. He looks beautiful. You’d do anything for him.

“Okay, what is it?” You ask, simply wanting Calum to be inside you and –

“What if we… film it?”

You feel your eyebrows furrow together a bit without realizing you were doing it. Well, in theory, you had thought about doing this but now it seemed so nerve-wracking. What if Calum watched it over and thought you were shit?

It was really stupid, but all of your unrealistic insecurities were bubbling to the surface. Calum noticed your hesitation but he cupped your face in his gentle hands. “Honey, it’s okay, we don’t have to. We can just keep going and I know it’s going to feel incredible.”

You find yourself shaking your head, feeling randomly brave, “No, it’s okay, Cal. Yeah, let’s do it. I’m game.”

Cal’s face breaks out in a huge grin and he’s leaping off the bed, looking comical with the tent pitched in his jeans, you think: That can’t be comfortable.

He leans over to grab his phone off the nightstand, and opens up his camera app, switching it to Video Mode. He then sets it up on your dresser, which sits parallel to the bed and is pretty good height. Calum spends some time setting up the phone just perfectly, setting up a book nearby to lean it on.

Finally, he deems it situated. “Okay,” he basically jumps back on the bed. “it’s recording. God, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy for me, baby.”

You smile into your kiss, trying to ignore your nerves.

You spend the next few minutes kissing before Calum puts two fingers inside of you, stretching you slightly. “that’s my good girl,” He sighs, never leaving your lips.

You moan from the sensation, loving how he feels.

Soon, he’s hovering over you and situating himself in-between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. You rest your legs over his shoulders while he pushes into you, you both moaning, loving this position. Calum fills you, then almost completely pulls out, and then pushing back into you. The large movement creates such a sensation that has you seeing stars.

Calum has one arm holding himself up over you, the other playing with your sensitive bud. The feelings of being filled and the tingling from your clit has you overwhelmed, and you can feel your orgasm building. You let your moans flow freely, Calum following your lead.

Finally, your orgasm hits and your grip on your boyfriend looses a bit. Calum’s thrusts are getting sloppier and sloppier, so you know he’ll hit his end soon too. He does, and holds you close while you feel pump into the condom inside of you.

He holds you for a minute, and kisses your forehead. He pulls out, and throws the condom out before looking at you sprawled out on the bed. He grins, “now let’s watch that shit back!”

#calum hood #cth #calum hood imagine #calum hood x you #reader insert #calum hood blurb #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos blurb #smut #smutty smut smut #calum hood smut #ask #anon #replies #prompt

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caelesjjk · 4 years

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Blurb week

Would anyone wanna send me some domestic!sos blurb requests? I’m in a writing funk and I think maybe if I write something else for a bit I’ll be able to finish fic I’ve been working on. So send me things and I’ll write them this week!

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #cth #mgc #afi #lrh #5sos fanfiction #5sos oneshots #domestic 5sos #like lets really get fluffy #maybe a little smutty #cuz u know its me

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cal-puddies · 5 years

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Could you do one where Cal brings you lunch at work and sneaks you off for a quickie?

You squeal as Cal’s large hands wrap around your waist from behind.

“Baby, it’s just me.” He coos.

“Oh god Cal.” You sigh, turning and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“Missed you. So I wanted to get you lunch, hoping I could get you off campus for a bit?” He says, pecking your lips.

“Yeah… let me look at my schedule real quick.” You pull away and look at your computer. “I’ve got about an hour.” You admit.

“K… I’ve got a plan.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to his Range Rover. He drives by most of the food places, and parks in a secluded area. “Um, will you take your panties off and get in the back seat?” He asks.

“S’cuse me?” You ask, looking around.

“Baby… I’m aching, have been since you got out of bed this morning. Just wanna… push in.” He explains, leaning across the console, kissing on your neck. “Know you’re excited, thinking about it.” He whispers in your ear. His hand slips under the hem of your dress and his fingers brush against your panties.

You bite your lip, but you push your hips up and slide your panties down before climbing in the back. Calum takes no time following you. He’s on his knees between yours, slicking his tongue through your folds to get you worked up.

When he finally gets up and gets his pants down and sinks in, you both moan out. Your legs wrap around his hips and Cal builds his rhythm, pressing his lips against your body over your dress. His hands grip and grope every inch of you.

He spills his cum into you, and his head rests against your chest as you hold tight to him with your legs. You’re fingers gently scratch at his scalp.

“Fuck baby.” He looks up at you and pulls your head for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Thank you baby. But you really do owe me lunch now.” You smirk.

masterlist || ashton || calum || luke || michael

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#smutty lunch date #5sos #calum hood #cass #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #but cal #cth #smut

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shot-of-truth · 6 years

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Might as well just fuck • Michael Clifford

Phewww, this is probably the longest oneshot I’ve ever written, 2.8k. Enjoy!

TW: choking, spitting, slapping, dirty talk, fucKING but also cute fluff

The first time you saw him was at your local Starbucks, his red hair hanging in his face. You also noticed his eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow and the tattoos all over his arm. He was just really really hot. And because there wasn't any free table left you politely asked him if it was okay for you to sit next to him. He looked up, smiling and nodding. Looking closer you saw that he was reading Shining by Stephen King, one of your absolute favorite books.

"You like it?" You quietly asked, not wanting to annoy him. "I fucking love it." He smirked like a little school boy and his voice sounded so cute. "Please don't spoiler me." He pleaded, putting his book in his gym bag. "I'm Michael." The boy introduced himself, shaking your hand. "Y/N." You smiled back.

The next time you saw him he was dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, an oversized sweater and a black beanie on top of his messy hair. He spotted you from the other side of the street, smiling immediately. When asked where he came from, he just answered: "work." You could tell he was exhausted, so that's why you invited him over to your place to a few glasses of wine.

You didn't even know how to explain it, it just clicked between Michael and you. You could talk for hours on end about god and the world, about everything that happened in your lives. There was just one thing you never talked about, which was work. But you were fine with it because you didn't wanna talk about your job either.

One night you got home from work kinda late and found Michael sitting on your sofa, pillows pressed against his chest, sobbing quietly. His eyes were red and puffy, little sobs leaving his mouth while he hugged the soft material in his arms tightly. "What's wrong baby?" You asked softly, his head immediately snapping up at your question. “I.. It's nothing.." He wiped the already dry tears on his cheek away with the back of his hand before sitting up and smiling at you. "How was your day?" "No Michael, this isn't how it works.. You need to tell me why you're crying in my flat at 11pm.. You are my boyfriend and I care about you. A lot." You carefully sat down next to him, a sad expression on his face. "My mum is disappointed in me.. I just.. I just wanna be a great son and make her happy but it's so hard Y/N.. so fucking hard." His arms wrapped around your small body, looking for comfort in a hug. “I get what you mean.. My mum told me a year ago she doesn't ever wanna see me again because she's disgusted by me. You're not alone, Michael.. You have me and I'll always be there."

That night, between soft kisses and tender touches, between quiet moans and unspoken promises you made a silent decision to tell Michael what you kept from him since you two got to know each other. And Michael made the decision to never tell you the secret he kept hidden from you because he could not stand the thought of losing you.

The next day everything was back to usual, you wanted to tell Michael, you really wanted to. But his mesmerizing smiles and his unbelievably grateful attitude stopped you. You just could not ruin what the two of you had, you knew Michael would be heartbroken if you told him that you fucked countless men behind his back for a living. So you gave him a goodbye kiss before making your way to the studios where you were supposed to shoot a new video with a guy that had recently become very popular in the porn industry. Mikey Blue.

You liked to be at the set earlier so you could prepare for what exactly your producer had planned, that day it was a scenario where he was friends with your brother but you absolutely hated him. Hate always resulted to rough sex, something you never got with Michael. He was sweet, caring and always made sure you were okay. But to be honest, you loved both ideas equally. Just the thought of Michael grabbing your hair and spitting in your face while he fucked you senseless made a familiar wetness pool between your thighs.

"And there he is!" You heard your director, Danny say over the sound of music being played in the background. Fixing your ponytail and your tight dress you got up in your high heels to greet the man you'd be shooting this scene with. Just a few seconds later Danny and Mikey entered the room and you almost fainted. You were greeted with an awful familiar eyebrow piercing, bright red hair, a ripped band shirt and black skinny jeans. Michael seemed just as shocked as you, opening his mouth to say something, before Danny interrupted you. "Y/N, this is Michael. Michael this is Y/N." Your boyfriend quickly shut his mouth, licking his lips in anticipation. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." "Nice to meet you too, Michael." You replied, quickly catching on to the games he played. "So.. Michael will be your best friend's brother and you guys hate each other, so... to make it clear, I don't want anything vanilla."

"You're so fucking annoying, Mikey.. Get the fuck out of my room!" You yelled at your boyfriend, or in that case at your brother's friend. The soft duvet was pulled over your naked skin, his lips going from a deep frown to a tiny smirk, making his way over to you. "I could help you, pretty girl." Thoughts were racing through your head, mostly the thought that you were going to fuck your boyfriend in front of the camera. And that you knew you were gonna be fucked really good. You gulped and sat up, clearing your throat. "Get the fuck out. I won't say it again." "Haven't gotten laid in a while, huh? No need to bitch at me, I just entered the wrong room.. Geez, chill." He put his hands up in defense. "You probably wouldn't last more than a minute anyway." Flashing a quick smile in his direction, you sat up against the headboard, eyeing him up and down. Nothing you hadn't seen before but this situation already made you so wet, you could not believe it.

And then, with one swift motion Michael had pulled the duvet away, on the other side of the bed. He cheekily bit his lip, eyes scanning your tits. "Says who?" With that, he crawled on the bed and pushed himself up above you, attacking your neck with kisses before whispering a quiet sentence in your ear. "We both know I'm more than satisfying." You breathed out, letting your head fall back against the board. Just a few seconds later, Michael's hand grabbed your throat and he pulled you close to him, smashing his soft, wet lips against yours. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" The other hand traveled down your body, playing with your nipples. "Mhhh." You answered, just to be slapped across the cheek by Michael, not too hard of course. He was still testing your limits. "Words, slut."

Something about the way your boyfriend treated you and the way he spoke to you had you unraveling in his hands. Being with him in the most intimidate way made you feel safe because you knew how much he loved you and that he would never go too hard or hurt you intentionally. "F-Fuck yes.. I will." "If your brother could see you like that... Naked and under my control." He chuckled softly, shaking his head and tossing you back on the bed, taking his shoes off and kicking them in the corner. You lay down on the bed, spreading your legs for him. "Who said I'm gonna give you something?"

As you looked up, Michael had his stupid smirk plastered on his lips, fumbling with his belt. "You're gonna suck my cock first. And if you do it the way I like it, we'll discuss your treatment." Your boyfriend made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, pulling you closer to him, down on the carpet. He situated himself at the edge of the bed, letting you pull his tight jeans down his legs. Eyes on your every action, making sure you were comfortable around him. You nodded up at him, knowing that he needed your confirmation, even though it wasn't verbally.

Michael bent down, kissing you one more time before shimmying out of his boxer briefs, his large erection coming in contact with the cold air. "Why are you still staring babe, you know what to do." Following a soft hum by you, he led one of his hands to the back of your head, the other one to your cheek. Grabbing the base of his shaft with his hand, he slapped the tip against your lip a few times. "Tongue out, slut." He instructed, gaze glued to your face. Just as you opened your mouth for him to slide in, he spit down on you, lubing the head of his cock up with it.

And then he entered you, slow at first, you didn't even have time to prepare yourself as he shoved his large cock down your throat. "Breathe.." He whispered, so only you could hear it, the thumb on his left hand stroking your cheek while you choked hard. "Doing so good." Michael slowly pulled back again, spit drooling in the corner of your mouth, eyes watering. "Okay?" He mouthed, letting you catch your breath. Your throat burned, but the feeling that you satisfied him the way he liked it, the feeling of being used by the person you loved, turned you on more than anything and made it more than worth it.

Michael instead didn't like the thought of hurting you, so he constantly made sure you were alright. Consistent touches somewhere on your face, just for the sake of him letting you know he was there. He slowly got up from the spot on the bed, just to keep your head in place and thrust his dick in and out of your mouth, the sounds driving him insane. Michael never had a problem with his stamina, but the situation he had you in right now, you choking on his hard cock, had him wondering if he was gonna survive the rest of the shoot. It had him wondering how many times both of you were gonna cum tonight.

Your eyes looked up to him, while he breathed heavily, your nose pressed against his shaved abdomen.

Hazy eyes looked over to Danny. "Can I cum in her mouth? Promise I will get hard again.." His hand still guided you back and forth, his thighs quivering with pleasure. Earning a simple nod from your director, you let your hands wander up his thighs, looking for support as his fingers interlaced themselves with yours. He was never really vocal during sex but right now, Michael was a mess. He was sweating, panting, so fucking close to shooting his hot cum in your mouth, something he had never done with you before. While Michael abused your throat for the sake of his own orgasm, you tried to gasp for air. Loud groans left his mouth, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. Bitter taste on your tongue.

"B-Baby!" One last, broken sob and he spilled into your mouth, falling back against the bed to lean back and catch his breath. He felt like he was on cloud nine, with the way you looked up at him with your innocent eyes and your smile as you opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed every last bit of his semen. "10 minute break!" Danny announced, interrupting your thoughts. You crawled up on the bed to Michael, who smashed his lips against yours immediately. "M so sorry princess." He mumbled, pulling you close to his chest. His soft fingers traced over your back while he pressed kisses to your shoulder. "There's no need to be sorry, I fucked up just as bad as you." Michael nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, something he always did when he was tired. So you played with his colored hair, the gesture he loved the most.

"Wanna order pizza when we get home?" He asked. "Sure.." You answered, tugging on his soft cock. "I'm looking forward to fuck you, Y/N." He cheekily looked up to you, smiling like a little school boy while you tried to get him hard again, his hands kneading your breasts softly. "I'm looking forward to fuck you Michael." Just as you said it, you felt him harden beneath your hand again. "Michael... I want you to choke me as you fuck me." He looked up to you surprisingly. "Never knew you were into the kinky stuff, babygirl.. What else do you like? Like it when I fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow? I can deliver, you know. I can destroy your little cunt."

His hand traveled down between your folds, playing with your clit as you noticed Danny was recording again. "So wet.. All for me?" "Y-Yes, all for you." You felt his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling your body on his lap and squeezing it. "Think you're ready for my cock? Think you can take it?" Followed by a nod of yours, a slap across your cheek, harder than the first one. "Speak to me, bitch." "C-Can take it.. I was a g-good girl.." Michael didn't know if he went too far but little did he know you loved nothing more than to be degraded by him.

He lined himself up with your entrance, spitting on his hand one time to lube himself up a little. Not that it was necessary of course, you were as wet as you could possibly be. Then Michael entered you and you gasped for air, like every time he did it. He was so big and he always fucked you just the right way, so you could feel every vein and even his tip deep inside you. Your boyfriend didn't give you any time adjust, he fucked you like you've never been fucked before. Hard, balls deep. His hands wrapped around your throat, loud growls leaving his mouth. You tried to catch your breath, the only sound coming out was a loud whimper.

He slammed you into the mattress, his shirt drenched in sweat as you ripped it off of his body, stars dancing over your eyes. Michael let you go shortly after, grabbing your hands this time and pinning them above your head while his hips rolled swiftly against yours. His thumb ghosted over your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves torturously slow. You were aching for his touch, moving yourself against him. He could tell you were close as his hot breath ghosted over your neck and your lips. "Wanna cum for me baby?" Michael's voice sounded so wrecked, almost as wrecked as yours as you replied: "F-Fuck please.."

You pushed him back and climbed on his lap, sinking down on his erection that was coated with your juices. Bending down to kiss him once again you bounced on his member, feeling your orgasm, that you already knew was gonna be intense, approach inside of you.

His lips swallowed your loud moans while his big hands found their way to your hip, digging his fingers into the flesh. In this moment you did not care about all the cameras and the people beside you. The only persons in this room were Michael and you.

He had his eyes closed as you worked him closer to the edge, sharp breaths leaving his lips. One last time, you sat up and ground against him frantically. Michael's eyes shot open quickly, his hands shaking on your lip, a loud moan that you've never heard from him before, echoing through the room. A few seconds later he emptied himself inside of you, sitting up and pulling you against his chest. While you came around him in the most intimate way, walls clenching, breathing picking up, tears streaming down your cheek, from all the pleasure that your boyfriend gave you, he prepped sweet, innocent kisses all over your face.

"Princess? Are you okay?" He was still as deep as possible inside you and you found yourself nodding along. "I love you." He whispered quietly in your ear, tugging your hair behind it. Slowly getting up from him, you felt your knees giving up, but Michael catching you. "Well now I'm buying you pizza for sure." He smirked, picking you up and making his way over to the bathroom with you to run both of you a nice, warm bath.

#beware my dudes #this is really smutty #one of my personal favorites #i’m wet #5 seconds of summer #5sos #michael clifford #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #smut #5sos smut #imagines

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5sosyn-imagines · 3 years

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5SOS IMAGINES MASTERLIST

Masterlist

5SOS IMAGINES & PREFERENCES (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

Updated: 23rd Sep 2021

Calum -

Going Shopping with Calum

Your sick, so Calum takes care of you but then he gets sick the next day

Missed Chance - Part 1 (x)

Michael -

Michael steals your towel & clothes

Michael gets jealous when you do Zumba

After an argument your car won’t start and Michael helps you

Michael accidentally makes your relationship public during Call or Delete

You get drunk at a part and your protective ex Michael, helps you

Michaels Adopted Sister - Part 1 (x) Part 2 (x) Part 3 (x) Part 4 (x)

Based on the song ‘Just Sayin’

You find a lost kitten in your apartment and it belongs to Michael

Michael turns you on and All Time Low boys tease you about it

You and Michael get into an argument and he makes you cry the apologises

Fathers Day shopping with Michael

Michael proposes to you on your anniversary but makes you think he forgot about it

Your older brother (Ashton) walks in on you and your boyfriend Michael having sex and gets mad but end up happy *Smutty*

Michael gets jealous because the boys have a crush on you and start to get touchy *Slightly ‘dirty’*

Cuddles with Michael

You're a songwriter with 5sos, Michael and you are secretly in love *Little bit smutty*

You find polaroid Michael secretly took of you stashed away somewhere *Tiny bit ‘dirty’*

You tease Michael while the boys are in the room *Little bit smutty*

You get into a fight with your parents and Michael comforts you

Ashton -

Valentines Day with Ashton

Your bisexual and photos of you and your ex girlfriend get out, your scared of Ashtons opinion.

Your older brother (Ashton) walks in on you and your boyfriend Michael having sex and gets mad but end up happy *Smutty*

Ashton tickles you when your pregnant and you pee

Luke -

You get insecure going through Lukes Instagram

Luke doesn’t wear his wedding ring and you get into an argument

You break up with Luke before he goes and he gets upset on tour

Luke and you have broken up and nearly have a car crash and he protects you and you end up getting back together

Luke asks you to be his girlfriend

You break Luke’s guitar while cleaning and he gets mad, so you buy him a new one

You overhear the boys saying they don’t trust you

Lukes little cousin makes Luke jealous by calling you his girlfriend and pretty

Luke gets jealous because you have pictures with Justin Bieber at VMAs

Luke says something mean to you and the other boys go off at him & he chases after you

All -

He finds out your extremely ticklish

You’re Tall

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calmsweetcreature · 4 years

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Watch and Learn (C.H)

Category: M

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: Calum and you are enjoying your breakfast, but Calum’s still hungry. Oh and you get some visitors.

A/N: So I’ve re-fallen in love with the 5sos boys and I want to express myself through the art of fanfiction again. Had this idea and wanted to get it down! Enjoy some smutty smut smut.!

It was the best start to the weekend that you could imagine, dancing around the kitchen in fluffy socks and an oversized tee as you cooked breakfast at 11am.

Calum sat at the kitchen island on his phone, occasionally laughing at your dance moves. You knew the boys were coming around that afternoon and wanted to give Cal a decent meal before he got whisked away with the lads. You set the plate in front of him and he pulled you towards him by the front of your tshirt, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

“Thank you for the food, you’re too good to me kitten.” His words are mumbled against your lips and your cheeks glow red as you smile against his kiss. You weren’t a housewife by any means but you did love how grateful Cal was when you did things like this.

You both ate, casual conversation filling the room as you laugh together. You patter towards the fridge, looking for some juice as Calum clears the table. You hear the plates drop into the sink as you stretch your body out lazily, your tee lifting to show a pair of mint green lacy undies underneath.

You hear a choked breath behind you and grin, feeling his eyes on you. You make a show of it and bend lower to reach the juice on the bottom shelf.

You feel a hand on your hip pulling your lower half against the front of his as his other hand pulls on your shoulder before sliding round your neck to pull your face back for a kiss. It’s a sloppy wet kiss and you can feel your stomach tighten as his hand tangles in your fluffy bed hair, giving it a small tug. You both pull away for air, panting slightly.

“You liked your breakfast then?” You tease, grinding your backside against his growing bulge in his shorts.

He laughs, nuzzling his lips onto the skin where your neck and shoulder meet. You whine softly, the contact of his mouth sending direct heat to your core.

“You know, I think I’m still hungry.” His words register and you tilt your head back on his shoulder as his mouth roams your neck. He starts to walk backwards, his lips still attached to your neck as the fridge door swings shut. You definitely weren’t thinking about juice anymore.

His hands hold your hips and turn you around, his hands sliding down to your thighs and picking you up, placing you down on the island.

“You know our bedroom is down the corridor right?” Your words come out husky and you blush, your body betraying you by revealing just how turned on you are.

“I’m well aware of that Y/N, it’s still too far. Plus this is where I eat right?” He winks at you and you smirk, biting your lower lip. His hands slide up your thighs, hooking his pointer and middle fingers in the waistline of your underwear and pulling them down, quirking an eyebrow at you to get you to raise your hips - not that you needed any encouragement. He leans down and kisses your knee, slowly trailing his mouth up your thigh, leaving little nips and kisses along your skin. His other hand pushes your other knee to widen your legs, pushing the tee out of the way so that you are on full display.

“Cal please.” Your eyes meet his and you plead with him. You run your tongue over your suddenly dry bottom lip and his eyes follow the movement, a grin on his face.

“I like it when you beg, baby.” He leans up and kisses you softly, his tongue running over your lip as he brings a hand up. He presses his thumb onto your chin to open your mouth, his tongue pushing against yours in a hot wet kiss.

“Please cal, I need you to kiss me.” You mumble against his lips and he chuckles darkly, his free hand gripping your thigh so tightly you know a bruise will form.

“Where kitten? Here?” His lips kiss along your jawline softly.

“No,” your voice is a barely there whisper.

“Here?” His lips travel across your sensitive neck and one of your hands tangle in his hair, guiding his mouth against your neck.

“No.” The word comes out in a gasp as he sucks the skin of your neck, biting it softly before smoothing his tongue over in gentle licks.

He mouths your skin, dipping his head to your braless boobs, mouthing over the t-shirt on the pebbled nipples that can be seen through the material. His mouth carries on, skipping where you need him to suck on the skin of your thigh.

“Cal,” You whine out his name, your legs spreading wider over the edge of the counter, your hips jutting forward slightly.

“Beg.” Your cheeks blush dark as you look down at the plump mouth of the man between your thighs.

“Please baby. Please, I just need you to- Oh god Cal please I need it so bad.” Your words are feverish, your eyes dark and your lips swollen and pink from his kisses. Your cheeks are blushed pink and all Calum can think about is making you cry from pleasure.

“You’re such a fucking good girl.” His words make you gasp before you choke out a breath, Calum’s tongue having swiped from your hot soaked entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit in a wet hot lick.

“Fuck,” You shout, your fingers gripping his hair to keep him in place, his lips curling around your bud and sucking as hard as he physically can. You’re so sensitive that this makes you throw your head back and whine loudly. He flattens his tongue, repeatedly licking your nub in such a speed that you grind your hips up against his face.

He groans against you, the sound vibrating against your plump dripping skin. One of his hands slides underneath the tee up to your chest, his fingers searching a swollen nipple which he pinches - hard. You cry out, vaguely aware of the sound of a click of metal in the distance. You grip Calum by the hair, about to ask him to stop when he slides two fingers roughly inside you and curls them up to find your g-spot.

You choke out a sob, writhing against the intense stimulation of wet slippery tongue and the rough fucking of his fingers.

“Oh fuck Cal.” You cry, rocking both away from and closer to the intense sensations.

“Oh fuck indeed.” A low gravelly voice whispers from the left of you and you open your eyes to see Luke, Michael and Ashton staring from the kitchen doorway. You squeal, pushing at Calum’s head as hard as you can trying to get him to stop. “Cal you need to fucking stop, the boys are here.” Both of your hands go to his shoulders, trying to push him away to no avail, your arms going weak as he sucks hard on your clit again and you half moan half sob at the feeling.

He pulls his mouth away but keeps his fingers thrusting inside you, as deep and as forceful as he can make it. “Y/N they’ve been stood there for a over minute already. I think you knew they were there, you heard the door open didn’t you? I want them to watch you come undone, to see how much of a good girl you are.”

You blush a deep red as your eyes go over the boys. Ashton’s watching your mouth, his eyes darkening at how plump your bottom lip is from biting it to hold in your moans. Michael’s watching Calum’s fingers, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he adjusts himself, his cheeks slightly pink. Luke’s looking into your eyes, his eyes darker then you’ve ever seen them, a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah Y/N,” Luke’s words are a dark drawl and the combination of him looking into your eyes and Calum’s fingers plowing into you are making your stomach feel tight and your legs tremble. “Be a good girl.”

You whimper loudly at his words, your eyes looking to Calum and finding a twinkle in his eyes and a grin on his mouth, his chin shining in the midday sun.

He keeps eye contact with you as he lowers his mouth to your core again, blowing cool air onto your heated and soaked skin. He removes his fingers, holding them up so the boys can see how they’re coated in your wetness. Three groans meet your ears as he raises the fingers to your lips and you open, sucking on them hard as Calum closes his mouth over you, licking up and down your folds. You moan around his fingers, sucking them like they’re Calum’s cock - though not nearly as satisfying. He removes his fingers and uses them to spread your legs wider.

You can’t help but flicker your eyes to the boys, watching as they intensely stare at the sight of you getting pleasured.

“Does it feel good Y/N?” Michael’s words are husky, he adjusts the jumper he’s wearing, feeling heated. You make eye contact with him just as Calum speeds up the movements of his tongue, his fingers entering you again as he feels you clench, a sign that you’re close.

“So damn good… I’m so fucking close,” you whimper out the words, Michael audibly gulping as he adjusts himself again.

“This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Ashton’s grinning like a fool, openly palming himself as he walks further into the room and leans against the fridge, straining to get a better view. You don’t have the chance to feel shy, your orgasm creeping closer.

“C-cal. I’m gonna-” A sob racks through you as Calum pulls away from you, his breathing laboured and his lips swollen and extra pink. “Why? W-why did you stop?”

“I want you to beg for it. You don’t need to cum. You want to.” His voice is lower than ever and you can see how turned on he is. “Beg for it kitten.”

You turn your head to look at the boys and they’re all looking at you expectantly. Calum starts kissing your thighs again, closer to your core and then moving back. Your pussy is clenching around the air, desperate for release. You close your eyes and the words flow out of your mouth in a desperate sob.

“Please, god, Cal I can’t wait anymore. Please baby make me cum, I need it so bad. I’m your good girl, I’ve been so good please.” Your words are full of need and you tug on Calum’s hair hard, knowing full well he will probably have a headache later.

You suck in a gasping breath ready to beg again when Luke’s voice registers in your head.

“Let her come Calum.” His words mirrored Callum’s actions as he sucks your clit and slams a slap against your thigh and your hips lift off the counter, a silent scream coming from your lips. Your body writhes slightly as your body goes through the motions. Calum keeps his mouth on you, licking up the juices gushing from your hot centre.

After the initial orgasm asides you lay still, your breaths coming out in short pants, your thighs trembling. Calum uses his thumbs to circle your skin, the motion calming as he helps you back down to earth.

The room is silent, only the sounds of heathy breathing present until your barely there whisper fills the space. “I don’t know if I can look you guys in the eye again.”

The four boys chuckle and you feel redness tinge your already flushed face as you cover your eyes with your arm.

“Y/N babe, it’s harder for us,” Ashton laughs, “Everytime we look at your face we’re going to get a hard-on.” This makes you laugh and you lean up on your shoulders at Calum who’s grinning at you, his eyes shining. You smile back, feeling tired but extremely satisfied.

“Dude you have two bathrooms yeah?” Michael points down at his pants and you giggle, understanding his meaning.

“Mate I have three, the two mains and there’s an en-suite in the master.” Calum’s voice is full of mirth and he points towards your bedroom. “Guy’s I think we scrap this meeting and watch a movie, I think this one needs some down time.” He ruffles your hair before pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

“I will only sit on the couch with you four if you don’t discuss what you just saw.” Your words come out as shy but there’s a shine in your eyes that the boys like.

“Does that mean we can’t watch again?” Luke’s words sound teasing but the look in your eye tells you that he would definitely be up for a second viewing.

You slide off the counter, holding yourself up as the headrush you have subsides before walking to the fridge, pushing Ashton out of the way teasingly and grabbing yourself the juice you had gone to get over an hour ago.

“Now now,” you murmur softly, a shy smile on your lips. You grab Cal’s hand and head towards the lounge, pushing past Michael and Luke slowly. “I never said that.”

#5sos #5secondsofsummer #5sos smut #5secondsofsmut #calumhoodimagine #calum hood smut #luke hemmings smut #michael clifford smut #ashton irwin smut #5sos imagines #5sos fanfiction #5sos 5some

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silenthearts · 4 years

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Mobile Masterlist

5sos AU

Blurbs

Ghost of you - PartI PartII - angst about calum losing you to cancer. You leave a message that will help him get through grief

Angela - She is Pregnant and in an abusive relationship she has tried to escape multiple times, this time she does it and drives long hours to her childhood best friend’s house (Calum Hood)

She - My first attempt at something rather smutty. Based on the song “she” by Harry Styles. (can be imagined with any boy, I imagined it with Calum)

Broken man - Luke is the next spiderman after Miles and Peter, he has a big burden on his shoulders. (Lovely angst)

Just your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman -You and Luke have a date but the spiderman gig gets in the way

The Last of Us

Blurbs

The lie - Ellie finds out Joel lied to her . This is how I imagine the conversation went

Requests

Jealousy - a request in which ellie is in a relationship with the reader and is jealous of the time she has been spending with Dina and Jessie

#mobile masterlist #silentheartswrites

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victimofthemusic · 4 years

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Which Fics?

I was tagged by @icemankazansky to dig back into my archives and go down memory lane. Thank you, Carly, for the opportunity :)

Which of your fics…

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

I think the one that I had hoped would get a better reaction was and they call it (puppy) love. It was the last story I wrote for the Top Gun fandom and I was super proud of it, but it didn’t go over as well as I thought it would, so it discouraged me a bit from writing more of it. I have other parts planned for it, but I just haven’t gotten around to writing more.

…got a better reaction than you expected?

Oh my, definitely my last series--shades of healing. Cobra Kai/Karate Kid is such a small fandom at the moment and I was honestly completely blown away by the response to the first story, completely shocked that people cared enough for a sequel and I’m even more surprised that people wanted a third installment, which I just posted. To date, the entire series has over 4,000 views, 496 kudos and over 120 comments. And counting.

Another one is one I wrote, years ago, for Marvel Fandom called Five Times Tony Stark Was a Good Dad (And One Time He Wasn’t). I think to this day, that one has over 50,000 reads between here and Ao3. The response to that one also blew me out of the water and one day, I’ll go back and actually finish finish that one.

... is your funniest?

My funniest has to be either, nothing compares to you (nothing, nothing) or you’re trying hard not to show it, but baby, i know it. Both were written for the Top Gun fandom and I had such a fun time writing that both of them and they both came so easily to me and I actually have follow up planned for nothing compares that I’ve been working on in between my Cobra Kai/Karate Kid fics and I hope to have it posted soon. I miss writing IceMav so much, but LawRusso won’t leave me alone, man.

…is your darkest or angstiest?

Um, I don’t really write angst, I’ve never been good at it, but my most angsty is a toss up between steal me all the way from myself, which was written for Top Gun or I’ve Been Told I’m Nothing, But With You Maybe I Could Be Something, which was written for the Breakfast Club fandom and that one is digging deep into the archives, man.

…is your absolute favorite?

All my stories have a special place in my heart--even the really shitty ones that are (hopefully) buried far into the depths of the internet. They’ve all helped me grown as a writer and as a person.

If I had to pick a favorite, again, it would have to be my shades of healing series I started for Cobra Kai/Karate Kid and part of that is just the dedicated fandom. I’ve been a part of many fandoms, but this one is by far my favorite and tied very close to the Top Gun fandom in my heart.

…is your least favorite?

Probably any of the really shitty imagines I wrote for the 5sos fandom like, six, seven years ago before I got into writing fanfiction.

…was the easiest to write?

If writing was easy, everyone would do it. However, some fics do come more naturally than others, but that doesn’t mean they don’t come with their own struggles and headaches.

…was hardest to write?

See answer above.

…has your favorite lines/exchange/paragraph? (share it!)

I honestly...don’t know? I have bits a pieces of dialogue that I like, descriptions, but I’m not really sure if there’s one that’s like, ‘yes, this one is top tier’.

Is that bad?

I’m also indecisive, so it would take me literal days to answer this question.

…have you reread the most?

If I’m being completely honest, I go back an reread all my fics once I’ve posted them. Maybe that’s a bit conceited but I love getting to read them from the readers perspective. Also because many of the fandoms I write for don’t have a lot of stories, so if I want a fix, I either read my favorite stories or my own.

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I think the one that showcases some of best work is my newest Cobra Kai series or if you’re into some serious smutty goodness, my second foray into the Top Gun fandom, which was a prompt that spanned a five (possible sixth chapter coming) chapter story for IceMav called the further on the edge, the hotter the intensity. It was given to me by the lovely Carly aka @icemankazansky on here aka thecarlysutra on ao3. She also helped me IMMENSELY during the writing process and was even super sweet enough to go through and beta read for me (I’m a wordy writer so she was a literal saint for doing that for me). So even though I’ve said it a million times, thank you again for being you, Carly :)

…are you most proud of?

Ah, all of them. Most of them. A few of them. Mostly the ones written within the last year or so, I’ve grown so much as a writer in just a short year and I’m so proud of how far I’ve come. Anything from the Top Gun fandom or Cobra Kai are my best and biggest labors of love and showcase who I want to be as writer. That being said, check out my new series--shades of healing--read part 1, part 2 and part 3, which I just posted today.

This was so fun @dancinbutterfly @boasamishipper, ya’ll want in on this?

#Cobra Kai #karate kid #top gun #fic meme

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bananashemmo · 7 years

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The Hotel Manager

Pairing: CEO!Y/N/CEO!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 6.000+

Summary: Ashton is frustrated because the hotel manager across from his keeps messing with his business and steals his costumers but once he decides to confront the idiot he realizes that the CEO is a female named Y/N. And she doesn’t give up that easily.

It was with gritted teeth and a fuming expression that Ashton forcefully opened the glass doors to the building, marching towards the elevator and pushed past a few people to get inside.

He didn’t have the time to be polite or apologize, there was no doubt that he was building up so much anger he couldn’t focus on anything else but himself and how he was going to handle this.

“I don’t have time for this!” He yelled more to himself than his assistant Luke, looking over at the blond haired boy with wide eyes and constantly pressed on the number 14.

“You know Sir, even if you continue to do that repeatedly the doors won’t close any fast-,” He was quick to pause in track by the glare Ashton was giving him in reaction and he nervously pushed up the black glasses on the tip of his nose.

“Listen up Hemmings you’re only hired to tell me what is right and wrong when I want to know.”

“I know, I know.” Luke repeatedly said and ran a hand through his tousled hair. The elevator was huge with mirrors but he was still leaning in the corner as far away from Ashton as possible with plenty of papers in his embrace.

“It was just that you’re really stressed out right now and it doesn’t help that you constantly trigger it-,”

“Hemmings which part of shut up didn’t you understand?” Ashton scolded with wide eyes, he couldn’t believe that he would have to say this. It was normally mandatory, once he had settled with something nobody should change his mind.

“Yes-, right. I’ll just-, Yea.” Luke nodded his head in confirm and pressed his lips together to make sure he wouldn’t say anything. He knew Ashton well enough that saying something he didn’t want to hear when he was moody he would get his throat cut off.

This wasn’t his day at all. In fact, Ashton had woken up this morning to things already going horribly and that didn’t help on his mood when he spilled coffee all over his papers and needing Luke to clean it all up.

He was so insanely angry he couldn’t put words to it.

If he could, he would have forced his fist against the mirror just to make a bit of damage at this hotel. He hated it more than anything, he wanted to blow it all up if it was possible but he couldn’t.

Besides, if he had to force a fist through it he would also have to ruin his mirror reflection, something that he loved more than anything.

He loved his outfit today. Dark, yet not completely jet black but still enough to make him look sophisticated and a little bit mysterious. Of course it was also mixed up with charm and attitude but that was something he created just by being himself.

His hair was combed back and almost making the strands of curls look invisible. The color had become a bit darker from all the hairspray he had used but it was necessary to make sure he wouldn’t have a stupid strand of hair suddenly falling in front of his eyes.

If he looked down at his muscular body he had made sure that a few buttons were left opened just to reveal a little bit of his chest hair. He was young and aware and it was the reason why he wanted to show a bit if manhood.

“Is that freaking Christmas music playing in the background?” He sudden blurted, ears observing the faint sounds of bells playing in the background with an old 80′s Christmas classic.

Luke was unsure whether or not he expected an answer, his mouth opening and closing like a frog and as he settled with wanting to say something Ashton cut him off.

“I mean that is literally so insanely unprofessional! We’re in January goddammit, let’s wait fucking 11 months before we start playing this crap again.” He ran his fingers through his hair out of habit and took a look at himself in the mirror, giving a closer look to make sure he hadn’t missed a spot with his shaving.

“We know how to play decent music hell I’ve even been the one to compose our elevator music 24/7 hours a day! Besides ours are bigger and they always have refreshing smells and a window at the top!”

Ashton pointed around to point out every single thing he saw as a flaw. He couldn’t believe that this place had 20% more guests per month than his, it was a junkyard! Plus they also had warm carpets at their elevators in case kids weren’t wearing shoes or wanted to sit down while waiting.

Luke still kept his mouth shut to please Ashton but regardless nodded his head in agreement. He knew that was what Ashton always preferred, for people to agree with him no matter what.

“I’m almost getting a headache thinking about this but please do explain me again who this person is again and why he is ruining my business.” He rubbed his temples carefully, after this he would definitely go search for some aspirin.

“Luke now is your time to fucking speak!” He loudly scolded and startled Luke completely making him look down at his papers with apologizes coming from his nervous mouth.

“Well uh-, We’ve received around ten mails regarding that the hotel across from ours wants to declaim our parking lot and use that as an extra side resort. They apparently say that they have mainsheet proof that the ground is theirs and that we only have to sign a contract otherwise they will take it in the court.”

Luke was speaking so quick to let it all out at once he was totally out of breath in the end, trying to make sure he had gotten everything by looking at his papers.

“Who is this idiot though I mean I have my own fucking mainsheet approval of the parking lot being mine and only mine, there’s no way in hell I’m letting his ass of a hotel get what they want. I mean, they are most probably faking to take even more of our guests, I’ve seen people switch out some even being our regular costumers!”

“Well apparently their hotel manager has years of experience and also have never lost in a court before. He owns three hotels around the states along with the new one that has been built in front of ours. Apparently they have made sure to double everything we’ve ever had to make sure theirs are better than ours.”

“Double up of everything? Isn’t their hotel smaller than ours?” Ashton almost asked in disbelief and listened closely. He needed his case clear before going up and confronting this ass.

“According to the punctuation of their hotel that I found through some research, then the answer is yes but if they claim to get our parking lot, they will most probably become even more popular and in the end bankrupt us.”

“There’s no way I’m letting that happen!” He commented after Luke finished speaking, he could feel the anger becoming worse. Nobody dared to take a fight with Ashton when being in that mood.

“And that is why you’re here. So you can put the cards down and make sure that none of these new projects start because if he gets what he wants sooner than later both hotels will be called Grand Prior Hotel-,”

“Luke I swear to god don’t you even dare finish that sentence of yours.” Ashton interrupted and pointed a finger at him.

With one last push he would be over the edge.

“Tell me about this ass of a manager instead, I need to know who I’m up against.” He requested and fiddled with the dress shirt to make sure it wouldn’t make crumbles around his pants.

“From what I know last name is Y/L/N, 22 years of age, a young CEO just like you. Family totally loaded, lives on the outside of Sydney along with a few degrees from college. Runs three hotel as I mentioned before along with his family and he’s one of the youngest riches in Sydney of 2017.”

“Richer than me?” He had to make sure, money was always his first option of getting his way. It could be easy to just throw cash of money on the desk but if he appeared to be richer than him he was doomed and needed to take other options.

“Not really sure, it looks like it but I couldn’t really compare your bank accounts after all.” Luke commented a bit irritated by Ashton’s constant questions that became lamer and lamer. How was he supposed to know anyways?

“If he’s richer than me I swear to god…” He mumbled more to himself than Luke and rubbed his hands together.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Luke commented when the loud ding from the elevator appeared, doors opening and revealing a lounge.

Ashton almost wanted to let out a dry laugh when walking in. It was at least half as big as his was, it didn’t have marble floors that shined so much he could see his reflection and when he grabbed one of he leaves from the plants, they were fake.

There was no doubt his was much better and when showing up at the desk where an assistant was sitting with a phone to her ear having somebody on the line Ashton walked right pass through.

“I’m sorry Sir, but you can’t walk in without having an appointment with M-,”

“Listen here Penelope I do what I want and when your boss decides to confront me, I push back.” Ashton placed two fingers on her shoulder to push her down from wanting to stand up, his eyes wide to show his seriousness.

“There’s a meeting coming up within minutes you’re not allowed to walk inside without permission or we’ll have to call security-,”

“No need for that.” Ashton commented and grabbed a pen to dig it into her chin, wanting her fully attention.

“This will only take a minute.”

The assistant did not get the chance to say at least another argument before Ashton had smirked and pushed past her to get inside. This was neither as fancy as his entrance, he had glass walls and windows making sure that everyone could see what he was doing 24/7.

“Okay!” He loudly announced when opening the door to the office of Y/L/N, his eyes wide and hands in the air to make the most dramatic and noticeable entrance as possible.

“I don’t know what is up with you Mr. but who the hell are you and what made you possibly think that you could try mess with my business?!”

Silence fell upon the room and Ashton bit down on his tongue waiting for an answer. He was fuming and it was a good thing Luke had decided to stay outside of the office because he wanted to deal with this all by himself.

A huge laughter came from behind the chair that was faced with its back towards him and he furrowed his eyebrows deeply. The laugh was too high pitched to be a male and when the chair rolled around to reveal his sudden enemy his eyes widened in pure surprise.

“Messing with your business, that sounds interesting.” A woman commented with excited eyes and lifted her legs on top of her nicely organized desk, a fake IKEA plant stand by the corner of it.

“I mean, considering sooner than later this won’t be your business.”

Normally he would have been quick to react, seeing as this was a huge insult to him but he couldn’t. He stared at her for god knows how long with his lips parted and jaw to the point of touching his fancy lacquer shoes.

“What?” She almost grinned and rolled the pencil between her fingers.

“Have I offended you already?”

“You’re a woman.” He stated as if it wasn’t obvious and he tried to swallow his salvia just by the realization. He mumbled a few words that weren’t understandable before he looked back at her.

“Woah I can feel the vibes of a sexist already, please do continue.” She exclaimed amused and nodded for him to continue. This most probably wasn’t the first time.

“You can’t be a woman!” Ashton disagreed still too shocked to say anything else, the statement was horrible but it was the only thought that came to his mind. He was, after all, a guy that never thought before he spoke.

“Why?” She questioned still not playing offended and stood up from her chair to get up in his face.

“Because you’re not used to CEO women? Because you’re not used to the fact that someone is better than your job than you, stealing all your costumers and also appears to be the opposite sex?”

“No.” Ashton’s voice was almost innocent and high pitched but he was quick to shake his head making one of his curls pop out from the mess of hairspray.

“I thought so too.” She smiled brightly, cheeks a little bit rosy and she turned around on her heels to head back behind her desk.

“Now be a good boy and take a seat. You feel threatened by me, that’s the reason you have showed up isn’t it?”

It took him a good full minute to register what the hell was going on. Never in his life had he been ordered to do something, he had always been the leader and suddenly he felt vulnerable. He couldn’t stand it.

“I don’t feel threatened by you.” Was the first thing he said after taking a seat down, almost wanting to force his fists against the light white desk that was bigger than his and less messier.

“Then why did I get the pleasure of you disturbing my job, Mr. Irwin? I mean, it’s not willingly that you step your foot inside my hotel.” She threw one leg over the other and lightly touched her chin interestingly.

“I am here because of this.” It was like Ashton remembered back to why he was here in the first place and hammered down the letters she had been sending him throughout the weeks.

“I don’t know what your mind games are Mr. Y/L/N-,”

“Ms. Y/L/N I’d prefer.” She interrupted him and Ashton’s eyes lit by his mistake. He had been preparing this speech all morning, expecting that it would be towards a guy and he couldn’t settle down with a face of hers.

Ms. Y/L/N,” He made sure to put extra pressure on her last name before he leaned forward and looked at her with daring eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re on or what your intentions are but get this straight. There’s no way in hell you will get a hold of my parking lot, there’s no way in hell that you will take every single guest of mine and there’s no freaking way in hell that I’m letting you take over my business. I don’t care how much money you have because nothing NOTHING can take away what is my most precious thing.”

The smirk on her face seemed to faint away ever so slowly by his words but she still didn’t lack of interest. She was watching him with a straight line, she had probably assumed it would be an easy spontaneous meeting.

“Especially not when you’re a woman.”

That seemed to be enough for her. She dramatically stood up from her chair and walked around the desk to give him a glare before she crossed her arms and stopped when she was right in front of him.

“Last time I checked, I was the one with the highest percent of guests per month if you look at the Statistics. If you take a closer look that is yet alone 22% of those coming from your hotel and deciding to stay at mine instead. I don’t think that has anything to do with me being a female, I think it has something do to with me doing my job way better than you.”

“You doing my job way better than I do? I doubt you have done your research as well I was born into this profession.” He gained a bit of confidence and took a step back to get a circle of clear space.

“And even after how many years? You’ve still not managed to learn about this financial fact calling always bet on the families. Why do you think this place is way safer than yours? Because you’re only going after one category of age.”

“That’s bullshit!” He disagreed, letting his arms fly in the air.

“Our place is for everyone within the age of 0 and until you are a senile 80 year old without teeth in your mouth! We always care about safety and to make sure everyone is okay!”

“Then what about that five year old child being caught alone in an elevator for an hour and a half after your system seemed to fail and couldn’t get him out?” The smirk was growing on her face, she had in fact done her research.

“Oh wauw let’s throw a mistake of mine that happened five damn years ago! Who are you even to come up to my face and question my security systems, at least we have decent amount of space in our elevators, yours feels like living in a small sheds where you almost have to share a breath with your assistant!”

“You are the one blasting into my office without a deal or any respect, who are you even?” She crossed her arms and leaned her body against her desk, this conversation was getting over hand.

“I’m just here to say one last thing. Stay away from my hotel and my business or I swear to god I will do everything in my power to get you fired from your profession.” He lowered his voice, empowering her and showing his seriousness.

“Fire me?” She commented in question pure amused, “Yeah we’ll see how that will happen, maybe you should focus on the rats in your basement by the restaurant kitchen.”

“We don’t have rats, we’ve never had and you have absolutely no proof of that!” He was quick to point a finger in her face, never had he experienced such a woman before.

“Okay maybe that was a low point but I made you unsure for a second.” She winked and lifted herself up from her desk, “But at least I know that your pool doesn’t contain enough chlorine to avoid red rashes on the skin.”

“Oh yeah we’ll I’m sorry but at least we have enough pools here to cover for every single of our guests Miss. ‘We only have one pool that is only allowed for all the kids to fucking pee in!”

“We do have enough in one, we have four more spa treatments along with the new one coming up the second I have a hold of your parking lot!” She had to be careful with her tone because the more Ashton tested her the more she was getting frustrated.

A dry laugh came from him in response, “Like that’s gonna help you on getting more ‘families’ to your hotel, ‘Come here Olga, I know you’re only four but let’s give you a spa treatment for your future acne skin.’”

“Don’t be an idiot that’s for the older part of the hotel guests and you’re aware of that. You’re one of those sarcastic asses aren’t you?” She crossed her arms once again to prove her attitude.

“No I’m simply just an ass but thanks for the reminder.”

“Good you’re aware of that yourself I was becoming worried.” She mumbled more to herself than him, eyes wide and looking down at her black heels that almost made her as tall as him, almost.

“Aren’t you a treat.” Ashton fake smiled showing his dimple and clapped his hands together as if he was excited. He clearly wasn’t.

She nodded her head in agreement and copied her smile. There was no doubt here that they disliked each other and no matter how many times they would argue there wouldn’t be a solution to their problems.

“Well Mr. Irwin it was a nice visit but since we couldn’t come to a proper conclusion we’ll settle with the most realistic one. Get your guests to remove their cars and also taxis. The construction project starts tomorrow morning at 6.”

Ashton had to bite down on his lip and think everything through. No way he would be telling his guests to do any other thing than just check in, he couldn’t listen to any of her words anymore because it was all pure bullshit.

“This is what you do and think, isn’t it?” He suddenly furrowed his eyebrows and walked past her desk to get closer to her.

“You play the vulnerable one, you play the woman card and use that for a benefit. I can imagine you’ve done this to many other CEO’s wanting things your way and always getting it because males are always the ones having to give in.”

“You’re really quick to analyze a person from their gender, huh?” Her voice had become lower than before, her eyes glancing between his eyes and his mouth that only seemed to let out pure crap.

“You don’t need to throw the gender card in my face when you’re literally wearing your horrible attitude on your clothes.”

“Okay that is it.” She angrily said and grabbed him by the arms to turn him around so quickly Ashton didn’t get the chance to scold at her for touching such expensive clothes of his.

“Leave my office right now, the door is right over there and please, for the love of god Ashton, don’t come back.” She made sure to show the seriousness by using his front name.

“Gladly,” He commented, there was no way he wanted to argue anymore because with the lack of improvement he couldn’t stand being here for one more second.

“But if you think I’m done with you and your shit you’re so wrong. I will be back and by then it’s you giving up your parking lot.”

She was so amused by Ashton’s threat that she didn’t see where she was going, knocking herself into her desk in accident and a huge whine came from her. But before Ashton could get a word or a quick laugh she turned around fast to point up at him, suddenly trapped between the wood at him.

“Don’t.” She warned, ignoring the pain in her hip and looked up at him with a breath that had suddenly become uneven.

He wasn’t saying anything but looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows. It hadn’t come to his attention before now and god how he hated it. The way she was acting, how they seemed to similar yet so different.

He was so insanely attracted to this woman he couldn’t describe it.

“What?” She suddenly questioned, voice vulnerable and but she still kept the skeptical glare.

“What?” He questioned back in the same tone, licking his lips carefully.

She glanced up at him unsure, god how he wanted her to know what was going on in his mind right now. The way she was having her lips parted and breathing in and out slowly made him question what was on her mind.

Was she as innocent as she looked?

When they didn’t share anything else but an intense stare she decided to turn around, unaware that Ashton was quick to grab her hand and pull her back for a quick kiss.

“What the hell?” She gave him a light push in the shoulder to detach their lips, her eyes wide and her voice loud.

He could feel how his heart was beating so harshly by the spontaneous decision, watching her stand with an expression on her face that was indescribable. He had expected her to yell at him and say he was crazy but she didn’t, she took him by surprise.

With one hand wrapped around his neck and the other fisting around his dress shirt she pulled him back forcefully, their lips connecting for one heated long kiss.

She shouldn’t have done this because now there was no way of putting a stop to this. His hands went down to his hips and he practically slammed her against her desk, knocking down all her stuff in the process laid her on top of the surface.

It was as if all the aggressions came out through the act. The way they would be biting at each other’s lips wanting and craving for more, it was insane. The room practically smelled like sex already and so far he had only managed to pop one button open on his dress shirt.

He didn’t care if half the population of Sydney could watch them outside through the thick large windows that had view over the ocean. The sun was peeking in through the transparent glass warmly against his bare shoulder once he had taken off his blazer and threw his dress shirt with it.

“If you think this will have any affection on me regarding our business, trust me, it won’t.” He detached their lips to talk, his mouth coming down to her neck instead and peppered it with kisses.

“We’ll see.” She laughed dryly, moving her neck to give him more access.

She liked a challenge, it was obvious on her face. But she had also become weaken by his touch, by the way he was moving his lips around and it was making a smirk form on his face. Ashton knew well enough how to use his lips.

They took a short break just to get the rest of the clothes and she also took out the hair clips to make her hair loose and messy, the ends curling and Ashton had to hold himself from not wrapping his hand in it already.

She was a tease, no doubt. He was standing impatiently getting harder and harder by the way she was slowly taking off her shirt, buttoning down and revealing her lace bra that he was able to see through.

It was almost as if she had prepared this all along. Just by the sight of her nipples cutting through the bra like glass was enough to make him come. But he didn’t want to show that weak side of him, so he settled with biting down on his lip so harshly it was ready to leak blood.

“Wanna help me out?” She teasingly rubbed her fingers over the bra right on the nipples, smiling in secret when he lowly growled and headed towards her.

He was never the man to let a tease take over him. She wouldn’t walk away with that smirk on his face as long as he would have her in his hands.

It took him a split second to have his fingers hooked around the bra clasp and with one flick managed to open and threw it to the pile of clothes. She was even surprised, but before she could say something she lowly moaned by him cupping her breasts in his large hands.

“You know,” She spoke in a weak voice, eyes clothes and jaw hanging when he had attached his lips to one of the hardened buds, sucking lightly.

“We don’t have much time I have a meeting coming up in like five minutes or something.”

A huge smile came to Ashton’s face by her words and he was quick to pull his pants down to his angles and pull her down to the end of the desk. In the process he also managed to rip off her skirt along with her nylon thighs, showing her lace thong.

But when Y/N meant five minutes, she most probably hadn’t taken a look at the time and when the suddenly beep came from her voice over machine she pressed down at the bottom and pulled Ashton down for another kiss.

“What?” She almost said through gritted teeth when hearing her assistant make a small sound and shift in her seat.

“Mr. Carade is here to see you for your 5 o’clock meeting, should I send him in?”

She almost had to hold in a laugh, too focused on Ashton to even probably hear what her assistant had to say. But it wasn’t until Ashton stuck his hand down her panties that she reacted properly and coughed lightly.

“Send him in the guest room and server him some tea, I will be ready in few minutes.” She was looking at Ashton breathlessly throughout the whole time, feeling his thumb ghost lightly over her clit.

It was an unsure noise that came from her assistant along with a tiny okay before she hung up on the speaker and left them to peace again.

But it didn’t take them long to rush again, Ashton pulling Y/N from the table to have her standing with her back pressed against his warm and sweaty chest.

“I know one position that will make you see stars before I’ve even thrusted in.” He mumbled against her ear and slowly ran his hands over her stomach, just to be a little motherfucking tease himself.

She was breathing heavily against his chest, looking straight out of the window focusing on nothing particular. She couldn’t tell if she was supposed to say something or not confused if Ashton wanted a go or not but when he pulled down her panties and she felt his member against her thigh she knew what was going to happen.

“I hope this is fucking big enough.” He mumbled behind her and she assumed it was the condom he was having trouble with, the sudden silver package touching her thigh and falling in front of her feet.

“Good thing I’m only fucking you for a minute because otherwise we would have to use other opportunities.”

She felt a light push down her back and pressed her chest against the desk, feeling a pencil dig into her shoulder and she threw it almost violently towards the floor without hesitation.

“Calm down princess.” Ashton said almost amused and leaned down with his member between her thighs, feeling the wetness around her folds.

“I’m the one supposed to be aggressive here.”

She almost whimpered beneath his touch, the sudden reversed roles weren’t something she was fond of. She was getting impatient and if she was anything like Ashton she hated waiting.

“Uh huh.” He grabbed her hips to make sure she wouldn’t move or grind against him, a huge groan coming from her in reaction.

“You have to say the magical words.”

“Please for the love of god Ashton!” She wasn’t hesitating and it was spoiling her desperation and her horniness. He also had to hold in everything to not pound into her already because he still had a mission he needed to complete.

“That’s not what I’m looking for.” He leaned against her ear again and paused, “I want you to say that you won’t nag yourself into my business anymore or have any future plans about taking over my hotel for the rest of your days.”

“What?!” She exclaimed in a high pitched voice, looking over her shoulder to get eye contact with him.

“You must be crazy.”

“Fine, fine then.” He slowly started to pull away from her again and a huge smirk came to his face when she whimpered and almost begged him to go back in. He was having a hard time himself but it had to be done.

“Okay, okay Ashton! You fucking win just-, For the love of god don’t stop what you’re doing okay.”

It was sweet music coming to his ears and he finally allowed to give himself in.

It was pure pleasure to feel her warm walls against his member, allowing himself to take control of everything and anything. He got what he came for and how he also got a bonus.

She was in paradise now, she could feel her knees shaking by the anticipation. The way he was pacing in and out of her while digging his fingertips into her hip would most probably bruise, but now it was only a turn on.

She was so concentrated on everything that she barely heard the faint sound of a buzz coming from her speaker once again, she didn’t have the time and it was also the reason why she gave it a light push down to the rest of her stuff that Ashton had knocked down.

“It-, It needs to go faster.” She moaned, trying to hold it down because even if they were at a secluded area alone, the walls wouldn’t be thick enough to not hear what they had been doing.

He nodded his head in agreement and continued to slapping into her, the sounds mixed by their breaths and the desk constantly getting a push. If Y/N wouldn’t get bruises on her hips she would most definitely get it around the lower part of her stomach.

To speed up the process as well he moved his hand so it was pressed against the desk and made sure she was hovering even more over it if it was possible, just to give her g-spot a little bit of pleasure.

That was definitely working because she started to shake and her moans were higher pitched and frequent. It was making Ashton having such hard time not to come, he wanted to be the gentleman despite having hate for this woman.

Now that he had gotten what he wanted he sure as hell could do a little favor for her.

It was like a jolt ran through her body when he pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit, feeling it throb beneath his touch and circled around it to speed up the process.

“I’m gonna-, Oh god…” She couldn’t finish her sentence but the way her body reacted spoiled everything. The way her knees were shaking and her breathing had gone completely, coming back in small pants along with a moan.

It was enough to send Ashton through heaven as well, feeling himself load into the condom and holding onto her for dear life. They were both completely out of breath and stayed in the say position until he was done and when she wasn’t shaking.

She was sensitive there was no doubt especially because they had skipped the foreplay so when he had to pull out he did it very carefully. It also took them a full on minute just staring at each other before they decided to put on their clothes.

“We’ll I’ve never done that before.” She was the first to say something, trying to break the awkward silence and Ashton laughed quietly while buttoning up his shirt.

He looked down at her as she buttoned her up her own shirt and made sure her hair wasn’t as messy, taking a look in the mirror reflection to try not look like someone who literally just had sex on the office.

“Well uh-, I think that was it.” He commented when all his clothes were back, it was unfortunate because was a sweaty mess and it was visible through his desk shirt.

He looked down at her unsure whether or not to lean down but as he did she lightly pushed him away in the chest with a laugh.

“Until next time Y/L/N.” They followed each other towards the door just to prove to both their assistants that they hadn’t ripped each other’s throats out or pushed someone out of the window.

“How did it go?” Luke questioned and pushed up the glasses on his nose the second he could speak with Ashton under four eyes.

“Did you tell her off?”

“Yeah,” Ashton responded a bit unsure and ran his hands through his sweaty curls. He nodded his head in confirmation to his own words and looked over his shoulder as they headed towards the elevator, Y/N talking with her assistant but coincidentally she looked over at his direction suddenly with a small wink.

“I think I did.”

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Push (Part 4)

So basically, I’ve tried a million different way to get this to work, but it wont stop posting this huge space between the photo and the text for the fic every time I copy and paste, so just scroll down until you get to the text lol. Its there I promise. Hope every one enjoys! Leave some feedback if you can, it means the world!

Almost a month had gone by since my birthday, and now it was nearly Christmas time. I loved this city during the holidays. It was magic in every sense of the word. But the air was cold now, and the ground has been dusted with a few small layers of snow. The trees have traded in their colorful leaves for bare branches, and that part was always a little sad for me. Winter was funny that way, everything outside was losing layers while people were forced to add layer after to protect us from the elements.

The kids in my class were all extremely restless throughout the week, itching for Christmas break to finally arrive. Kindergartners were difficult enough as is to keep engaged, but throw in some sugar from all the treats they’d been consuming and it was a bit of chaos. But a chaos that I gladly welcomed in my life, I loved seeing them so happy. And truthfully, the promise of Christmas break excited me as well.

It was Saturday evening now, and I had been looking forward to this night for months. My erratic mother had gotten me tickets to see my favorite musical that was in town this weekend only. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to see Wicked on the big stage. I had woken up far too early, but I couldn’t sleep any longer knowing that I was going to see something so amazing today. I had made sure to ask Michael weeks ago if he would go with me, and he was more than happy to accompany me. And things had been good between us.

Ever since Calum and I had talked the night of my birthday, things seemed to cool off. We still met at the coffee shop almost every morning to talk, but it was nothing more than that. I was learning more about each other in a complete platonic way. That’s something that friends did.

I wasn’t a huge fan of shopping, but I went out a few days ago and bought a dress to wear to the theater. It was a deep green color and made of the softest silky material. The thick straps lay loosely on my shoulders and the skirt was very short but I was confident in the way this dress made me feel. So I slipped it on and took my time styling my dark hair in loose curls, pulling it up slightly and pinning it in place. I kept the make up that I applied as simple as possible, only putting on some light eyeshadow and liner and just a bit of rose colored lipstick. Once I was completely ready, I grabbed my long leopard print trench coat in hopes that it would keep me warm in this tiny little dress.

Soon enough, my heels were clicking up the driveway to Michael and Calum’s house. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Michael much this week because I was so busy finishing things up at school, but I knew there was no way he could forget something like this when he knew how excited I was about it. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, unable to wipe the huge smile off of my face as I waited for it to open.

When the door finally swung open, the person on the other side of it was barely recognizable. They were dressed in some kind of costume with blue paint all over their face and arms.

“Michael?” I ask, my voice laced with confusion.

“Hey babe! What are you doing here?” He asked, stepping aside for me to come inside.

“We’re going to see Wicked, remember? Why are you dressed like that?” I was so confused, and I could feel my emotions start to bubble up in my throat.

“Oh shit, Iz. I forgot that was today. I’m literally heading out the door to ComiCon right now.” He motions towards a bag sitting next to the door.

“ComiCon? Mikey this is important to me. We planned this so long ago.” I sighed.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. You look so pretty though.” He leans over and kisses the top of my head before he moves to pick up his bag by the door.

“I um…I guess I’ll go by myself.” I force a smile.

“You’re the best, Izzy. I’ll see you in a couple days okay?” Michael backs out the door, leaving me standing in his living room completely dumbfounded. He obviously had no idea how much this meant to me.

“That was awkward to witness.” I hear Calum’s voice say behind me, I almost jump out of skin. I turn towards his voice, even though I know there are tears pooling in my eyes about to betray me.

“Sorry you had to see it.” I sniffled, dabbing at my eye with the sleeve of my coat.

“What was all that about anyways?” He asks, sitting his book face down on the arm of the couch.

“It’s stupid. I should just go.” I dab my eye again.

“Try me, Bambs.” He stands up, and comes to stand in front of me. I can’t help but to start blubbering when I meet his eyes.

“My mom got me tickets to see Wicked. And Michael promised weeks ago that he would go with me. Now I’m all dressed up so I can go to the theater alone.” I’m half laughing, half crying at this point.

“Let me see the dress.” He takes a step back so he can look at me.

“What?” My eyebrows scrunch.

“Let me see the dress you’re wearing, Bambi.” His eyes widen expectantly. I look at him a moment longer before reaching down with my somewhat shaky hands to undo the buttons of my coat. I hold onto each side and pull it open slightly.

“Is it…is it okay?” I ask. His eyes wonder up and down more than once and his teeth sink into his bottom lip before he speaks again.

“It’s perfect.” He sighs. “Which is why I’m going to go put on something much nicer than sweatpants, and take you to the theater to see your play.” He steps around me and walks towards his room.

“Calum…you don’t have to do that.” I walk after him, my heart pounding at the thought of spending an entire evening with Calum Hood. Just when I thought I’d gotten past this.

“I’d be a fool to let that dress go to waste.” He smirks. “Wait here, I’ll make it quick.” He walks into his room and I’m left to my own devices in the living room.

I pace for a few minutes until my feet start to ache from the damn shoes I have on. I convince myself to sit down and do some deep breathing. Calum was just being a good friend. This wasn’t a date. This was just two friends going to see Wicked together. And no sooner had I started to breathe normally again, Calum comes walking out of his bedroom. His hair was styled to the side instead of the natural curls I was so used to seeing. His long legs were covered in black dress pants that had obviously been tailor made to fit him like utter perfection. His black button up was covered by what appeared to be a black velvet jacket with dark red filigree designs adorning it. I had no idea that anyone could pull off something this like until this moment.

“Holy shit.” I accidentally whisper out loud. I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand immediately.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Calum smirks, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants as he approaches me.

“You look great.” I sigh.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks. “We can take my car.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” I smile gently and follow him out to the garage where his car is parked. Calum even goes so far as to open the passenger door for me to get in first. He watches me as I carefully slip into the seat and situate my legs. The feeling of his eyes on me makes every inch of my skin tingle.

The drive into the city consisted of soft music playing, and not a lot of talking. We didn’t need to say anything right now. And once we reached the theater, Calum insisted that I let him drop me off at the doors while he went to park the car. He came around and opened my door again to let me out of the car even when I insisted that I could handle it.

“I’ll be right back, Bambs.” He said as he jogged back around the car, pulling away to park the car. I walked up a few steps and waited in front of the revolving doors, until a soft voice interrupted my thinking.

“Your husband is quite lovely.” An older woman with silver hair and a black shawl wrapped around her said.

“Oh. He isn’t my husband.” I laughed nervously.

“Boyfriend?” She questioned.

“No. He’s just a friend.” I explain.

“Your friend is in love with you.” She states boldly. I almost choke.

“I’m sorry?” My voice cracks.

“I was standing here, watching him watch you. Friends don’t look at each other that way.” She waves her hand, so much confidence in her voice.

“Well, he’s most certainly just a friend.” I pull my coat around me a little tighter, turning when I feel a hand touch the back of my shoulder.

“What are you doing out here, Bambi? It’s freezing.” Calum says, motioning for me to follow him inside. And it’s that moment, when I’m not sure if it’s what the crazy old lady was saying that was getting to me, or if I was just finally seeing things for what they were, but Calum was beautiful. More than just goofy little crush beautiful, he was full blown, heart pounding, stomach in knots beautiful. And I was crazy about him.

I shook it away, smiling and following him inside the theater. I had been here a few times to see other plays, and it never got old being inside. There were golden statues lining the walls and the marble staircases. Enormous pillars could be found here and there touching the high ceilings and leading up to all the intricate crystal chandeliers. The carpet looked like it had probably been here since the building was built but I was still the same lush maroon color it had always been. It was perfect.

“I’m just going to put my coat in the coat check area.” I told Calum, but he stopped me by gently grabbing my elbow when I went to turn away.

“Lemme help you.” He says lowly, using his pointer finger to make a circular motion, indicating he wanted me to turn around. I bit my lip, turning around and letting him help me slip my coat off my shoulders and arms. “I’ll be right back.” He says in my ear as he walks by.

When I’m able to focus again, I see the little old woman walking passed me and winking with a giant smile on her face. I couldn’t help but cover my mouth and laugh a little.

“What’s funny?” Calum says as he comes up behind me.

“Nothing at all.”I shake my head and walk towards the huge gold doors that lead into the theater.

The orchestra is playing quiet music as everyone enters the theater and finds their seats. Our seats were very close to the front and as we sat down, I couldn’t help but to smile as I stared at the giant red curtain currently covering the stage. There was something about the way it smelled inside the theater that made me incredibly happy. And as soon as the music started to play louder, and the lights turned down, everything felt right.

Wicked was one of those pieces of literature that played with all of my emotions. I was laughing one minute and crying the next. I felt Elphaba’s emotions throughout the entire thing. The acting was so spot on. They took the story from the book and turned it into a live action masterpiece. I don’t know how anything will ever top this. At one point during a particularly intense scene, I felt myself literally sitting on the edge of my seat, and when the climax happened I was gasping and grabbing for Calum’s hand, I held it tightly and didn’t even think about the fact that he wasn’t my boyfriend. He let me hold onto him, lacing his fingers through mine and rubbing my knuckles with his thumb to comfort me.

When the whole thing was over, and my mind stopped whirling, I still felt my hand in his. I knew I should pull it away, but I didn’t want to.

“That was so amazing.” I gushed, wiping at my cheeks to dry the happy tears.

“You’re beautiful, Izzy.” He sat forward in his seat in order to get closer to me. My heart clenched, that was the first time I’d ever heard him call me Izzy. It was always Bambi or Isabella.

“I um…thank you.” I breathed, moving my eyes down to our tangled hands.

“I think I watched you more than I watched the play. You were so invested, it was hard to look away.” He admits, still not taking his hand out of mine.

“I didn’t mean to distract you…I just love this play so much.” I shrug my shoulders and laugh lightly.

“I’ve got an entirely new appreciation for Wicked.” He smiles, the dimples next to his mouth and at the corners of his eyes showing. I had never wanted to kiss someone’s dimples before now.

“I feel like I’ve just gotten off a roller coaster. Thank you, for coming with me.” I squeeze his hand in appreciation.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, gently letting go of my hand. And as much as I wanted to grab it back, I let him stand up in front of me.

“What did you have in mind?” I stand up too, straightening out my dress.

“I know a few places around here. Let’s go.” He lets me out of the aisle to walk in front of him to the coat check out.

After we got my coat back, we walked to Calum’s car together, the smile on my face never faltering. The air was cold as it whipped my hair around my head but I didn’t mind it at all. Everything still felt so warm, and Calum stayed close to me the whole walk. His hand was on my lower back, gently guiding me and sharing his body heat. And as soon as we got to the car, he was quickly turning on the heated seats.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“I’m perfect, to be honest.” I smiled over at him and he did the same in return. I could tell he was thinking about saying more, but instead he backed out of the parking garage and took a left into the city traffic.

Calum sang along to the music quietly. I had to strain to hear him, but his voice was so pleasant. I didn’t want to cross any lines, so I pushed away the part of me that wanted to ask him to sing louder for me to hear better, and just enjoyed the small bit he was willing to give.

“How do you feel about breakfast?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

“My favorite meal.” I say.

“Good. Come with me.” He parked his car quickly, jumping out to come around and open the door again.

“You don’t have to keep doing that, you know?” I tease him about the door opening.

“You’ll never open your own door if you’re with me Bambi.” He helps me out, his warm hand back in mine. I take a moment to look at him, not sure how he really meant “with him”. He let go of my hand and walked up the sidewalk, stopping to wait for me.

“Coming.” I said quickly, making way to the door and inside the tiny little restaurant. It was warm and smelt heavily of pancake syrup and bacon. The booths were a red and white checkered pattern, the seats were torn in a few spots. I suddenly felt over dressed, but comfortable at the same time.

“Sit wherever you like, folks.” An older woman with her gray hair pulled back into a bun said. There were only maybe 10 tables inside, sort of like the Hatfield’s coffee shop.

I take off my coat before slipping into one of the booths, Calum doing the same on the other side. My bare legs slightly stick to the booth, but I can’t bring myself to mind it much. I was far too happy with this night to let something so small damper my mood whatsoever.

“Drinks?” The woman says with her notepad and pen in hand.

“Coffee, please.” I say.

“Same for me.”Calum replies as well. She doesn’t say anything else, just turns to go back behind the counter and retrieve some mugs.

“I still can’t believe this night really happened.” I gush as I scan my menu.

“And you’re happy?” He asks, I can feel his eyes watching me, so I look up to meet his pretty chocolate ones.

“I’m so happy, Cal.” I can’t help but to smile, breaking the eye contact before I find myself drowning in those eyes.

“Here ya go.” The waitress sits down the coffee mugs. “Food?” She asks next.

“Waffles and bacon for me, please.” I tell her, sliding my menu across the table towards her.

“That sounds perfect.” Calum tells her, handing over his plastic menu. The waitress sighs loudly, before she walks back to the kitchen area.

“How’s work for you?” I ask, my stomach is jumping nervously.

“Are we really going to make that type of small talk Bambs?” He chuckles lightly as he leans over the table a little.

“What else should we talk about?” I ask, trying to swallow the lump in the throat.

“Tell me why you’re still with Mike.” He says lowly. It sends sparks down my spine. I’m trapped in his gaze as he waits for an answer that I’m not sure how to give.

“I really like Michael. He’s good to me. And he’s really sweet.” I sigh, pulling my lips between my teeth.

“He didn’t go with you tonight.” He simply states.

“He just forgot we had plans. I didn’t remind about it this week.” It feels like I’m making excuses. And I know it’s because I don’t want to hurt Michael.

“Clifford didn’t give a flying fuck that you had plans tonight. Something better came up and he knew you wouldn’t fight him on it. You’re too nice, Isabella.” He sits back, his arms crossing over his broad chest.

“How do you know? He could have just simply forgot, Calum.” I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and a bit of annoyance.

“Mike’s been my friend for a long time. You don’t think I know him?” He scoffs.

“Why do you care, Calum? What does it matter if he did stand me up?” My voice gets a little loud and I look around to make sure no one is listening.

“Because you deserve better than that. He should picked you up at your fucking door and drove you to that play. Because he fucking missed out, Isabella. He missed out seeing you smile all fucking night. You were so happy, and he missed it. Fuck him for that.” Calum’s breathing is a littler faster and his eyes wider as he finishes speaking. My mouth has practically dropped onto the table in shock.

“Calum…I…I don’t…” I start to say, just as the waitress plops our plates down in front of us.

“Eat up, Bambi.” Calum says, picking up his silverware and cutting into his food. I don’t push the issue, choosing to eat in silence the rest of the time we were there.

The walk back to the car was also very quiet, though he still stayed close to me until I was inside the car. But during the drive, he didn’t look over at me. I had too much to time to think.

I thought about what I had done wrong to make Michael forget about how important this night was to me. It was all I talked about for weeks. But maybe I deserved it. I deserved for him to hurt me when I was lusting after his best friend and roommate. It must have been the universe’s way of punishing me. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I released a shaky breath, a couple of tears rolling down my cheeks as I did.

“Are you crying?” His voice is laced with concern.

“Possibly.” I sob.

“Shit, Izzy. I didn’t want to make you cry. Please don’t.” Calum pulls into the driveway of the house, parking it quickly and turning his body towards me.

“It’s just…I don’t understand why he couldn’t just come with me. Am I really not important enough for him to remember something like this?” I continued to cry and look down at my hands in my lap.

“Don’t say that shit. Mike’s just an idiot.” His hand comes over across the center console to gently wrap around one of mine.

“Maybe he just doesn’t fucking care. God maybe I’m the idiot.” I half laugh, half cry.

“No. You could never be.” He tries to comfort me, but I can feel my chest heaving harder.

“I’m so stu-“ But I can’t finish my sentence, because Calum leaning across the console pressing his lips against mine. My words are lost on his lips.

It felt too natural. Too perfect. I all too willingly molded my mouth with his, salty tears mixing in with the slow movements of our lips. The rough pads of his thumbs found their way to my tear stained cheeks, wiping away the wetness and pulling me closer to him. I allowed one of my hands to slide up the side of his neck and cup just below his jaw.

It was wrong. So why did it feel so right?

“Shit. Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t of fucking done that.” He suddenly pulls away, opening his car door and stepping out. “Just…sorry.”

He closes his car door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and more confusion than ever.

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Title: The Frat Boy Hair Cut and Yoga Pants

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Warning: smutty-ish and swearing

Additional Comment: thanks again to ismaithliom1d for being my first request ever. Here’s the Ashton version except completely different.

Ashton Irwin was nothing short of the best human being on the planet.

He was kind-hearted, genuine, caring, supportive, and encouraging; and that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. He had such a good soul and amazing personality. He had it all: the looks, the charm, the talent. It was all in his pocket.

The only thing that baffled me was what I did to deserve him as a friend. Every gesture and look and touch made me re-evaluate my life, trying to think why I had been so blessed. But it never came and I was left in a state of wonder.

And yet, even with his heavenly presence the world, he found room in his amazing life to tolerate me. He made time for us to hang out and he always prioritized our friendship above all else.

So it comes to no surprise, when I ask him to come over and watch a movie, that he drops everything and comes.

He arrives promptly, carrying a bag of our favorite take-out.

He stands there, dimples and all, when I open the door.

I don't registered anything except the fact that his hazel-green eyes were piercing their way through me.

“Wow. I didn’t know they started hiring frat boys to deliver my favorite take-out.”

He gives me a goofy grin and takes a step inside the apartment.

“Woah there buddy. You can’t just step into a girl’s apartment like that. I’m sure your frat house rules are different, but not here.”

He laughs loudly and hands over the bag, “So you don’t like the new ‘do?”

I smile up at him, “I never said that.”

I walk over to the coach in front of the tv and set the plastic bag down.

“So then you like it?” He asks softly, “Because I was worried it wouldn’t suit me.”

I roll my eyes, “Everything suits you, Ash.”

He gives me another goofy grin before smirking quickly, “Wow Y/n! You shouldn’t flirt so openly with the delivery boy like that.”

I walk toward the kitchen to get us a couple glasses, while simultaneously trying to hide the growing red color of my face.

Ashton Irwin was heavenly. Everything about his screamed “Gift from the Gods”. And so you’d have to be blind and heartless not to like him. Yet, for me, it was more. And I was so fucked over, because it’s too much more. I like him. I like like him. I love him

His eyes stare into mine as I come, caring two glasses.

“I brought soda. So I hope you have ice.”

I groan loudly and turn around to back to get the ice.

“You’re awfully quiet over there.”

He doesn’t respond and so I turn around, nearing the freezer and watch as he stands in front of the tv, with his back towards me.

“Ash?”

“Hm?”

“You good?”

He twists around and smiles at me, “Yeah. I’m just trying to decide what we’re going to watch.”

I laugh, as I filled the glasses with ice, “And who said you were deciding?”

“Well I just assumed that because I got take-out that meant you were indebted to me.”

I bring the glasses back quickly, as hunger sets in, “Pour the soda. I’m eating now.” I say before taking my container out of the bag and then plopping down on the couch.

“Ash. Move your butt. I can’t see anything.”

“Well that’s because nothing is on yet, Y/n. Besides, my butt is great to look at.”

And I couldn’t disagree because it’s true. Everything about Ashton was great.

“How about we just watch whatever’s on tv. Because I can’t find anything,” he says flopping onto the cushion beside my.

“Giving up so soon?” I ask, food in my mouth.

“Yes,” he says haughtily before laughing at me. “You’ve got sauce on your face.”

I swipe at the side he was pointing at and watched as his smile grew.

“No, right ther- forget it,” he laughs lightly and then uses his finger to wipe it off my face.

He looks down at his thumb, distractedly, as I go back to the tv.

“Napkins?”

I glance over at him, “Yeah, in the kitchen.”

“No, can you get us some?”

“And why can’t you?”

“Because I brought the food. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be eating.”

“Way to milk it, Ash.” I state before handing him my food so that I can find the napkins. However, they aen’t on the counter and so I have to get them from under the sink.

“So how was your day?” I ask, ripping open the package and grabbing a couple napkins.

After no response, I sigh, “You’re being quiet again. Are you sure you’re alright?”

I look back to see him nodding his head.

I sit back down on the couch and grab my food from the table.

“So are you just going to hug my pillow all night, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, looking at me and smiling widely.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

I look at the tv, “So Harry Potter? Are you good with that? Because I don’t want to get up again and get the remote.” I say, glancing at it near tv.

He looks at it too and then frowns, “Yeah, I guess so.”

I hear the slightest huff before I set down my food and get up to get it. I’m watching Harry Potter instead of my hand, and I groan at the sound of the remote hitting the floor.

I bend down to pick it up, only to find the batteries have popped out. I sigh as I snatch everything up and put it back together.

“Y/n.”

I don’t turn around, but I can tell by his voice that something is wrong, “Are you finally going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’d rather not. But um- can you- uh,” he trails off and I glance at him sitting on the couch, looking at me strangely.

“Can I what? I’ve already gotten the glasses, the ice, the napkins, and the remote. What more do you need??”

He closes his eyes and breathes out loudly, “I need you go change.”

“Why? I’m comfy.”

“Please.”

“No” I say, finally putting the back on the remote.

“You’re going to make this weird Y/n.”

“No Ashton, you are. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t say. Just please. Go cha-”

“Ashton Irwin. I don’t know what is up with you, but you’re being kind of a dick.”

He grumbled something, making my frustration rise.

“What? What are you saying? What are trying to say? I don’t understand Ashton. I invited you over so that we could hang out and now you’re being-”

“Y/n. You have to change.” He demands

“Why the hell do I need to do anything?!?” I practically yell.

“Because those fucking yoga pants are giving me a boner Y/n. And I love you too much to do something stupid right now.” He shouts as he lift up the pillow and glances down at his pants. More specifically, the bulge in his pants.

I don’t say anything. I just stand there. Ashton Irwin. The gift from above. He isn’t so innocent. He isn’t- I’m stunned. He’s different now. With the boner, his whole image in my mind changes.

Long gone is the picture of curly haired Ashton with sweater paws. What replaces it, is an older, more handsome man. A man with a frat boy haircut. A man standing in front of me, with his eyes glazed over and his pupils slightly dialated. The man in from of me isn’t cute Ashton. He’s hot. And he’s sexy. And I realized that now, it wasn’t just his personality, but all of him. Every single strand of hair. Ever small detail, is what I loved.

“Y/n,” he groaned, “I’m sorry. But-”

I take a step forward, cautiously. What this a one time thing? Was this just because of what I was wearing?

I take another step closer

“I love you too much to do something stupid.”

He loved me. As a friend? As more? What was this? Did he like me like that? Is that why I was a priority? Or was I right? He was just being the amazing human he always is?

“You can’t keep it in your pants because of what I’m wearing. Is that right?”

He looks at me fearfully, “I said I was sorry. It won’t happen again. I can usually hide it. Especially when I’m with you. Because I like you and I don’t want you to be weirded out. Because we’re friends and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. But this time, it was different,” I listen to him ramble as I try to understand, “I don’t know why. Because I usually have to shut my brain off when I’m with you, otherwise this stuff happens. I mean, it’s happened before when I kicked you out of my apartment all those times that I said I was late to something. Because you just have to smile at me and be yourself. And I’m rambling. Why are you letting me-”

I get it. It finally registers. It wasn’t just a now-thing. It’s been an always-thing. I was right about this. I wasn’t lying to myself.

I take another step forward and kissed him softly. His hands immediately went to my face as his lips brushed mine.

“Are you sure?”

I nod.

“You don’t have to, just because I can’t keep it in my pants this time.”

I kiss him longer this time.

“Don’t tease me Y/n. Answer me.”

I press my body against his as my arms wrap around his neck.

“You’re making the boner harder to keep to myself.”

I lean back and look it into his eyes as they search mine. “Then don’t.”

And with that, our mouths are pressed together, desperately trying to show our emotions. I can feel the stubble on his chin rub against my skin and moan which gives him access to my mouth. He slips his tongue in and I moan loudly this time. It roams around, gliding across, back and forth and I hold on to him tighter, not wanting to let go.

He pulls me closer, something I thought wasn’t possible, before letting go of my mouth and kissing my neck.

“My god”

He nibbles at the area right below my jaw and I lean my head the other way, giving him more space.

“Fuck Ash!”

I jump onto him, and wrap my legs around his waist and he groans as I rub against his more prominent boner.

“You really are a gift from above,” I say softly, my eyes closing in ecstasy as he bites harder while his stubble scratches at my skin.

“I’m not the angel you think I am,” he says huskily, before he moves his hands from my waist to my butt.

“Prove it then.”

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