#ashton irwin imagines

[saintlaurentisms]

hi my love! been obsessed with the fictional club scene recently; was wondering if you could write me a quick smutty club bathroom/dancefloor blurb!!! have fun with it, i love ya <3 :3

fulfilling the fantasy.

A/N: i had so much fun writing this, holy shit. this is dedicated to all of the harry & ashton fans in the world (and on the internet!), i see you and i believe you have taste.

gif credit.

summary: in which, you and your boyfriend go out to celebrate a successful first tour gig and the adrenaline seriously heightens emotions. ~ featuring ashton irwin of 5 seconds of summer.

content warning: smut (semi-public p-in-v sex in front of a mirror, voyeurism, threesome (???), dirty talk (degradation + praise), oral sex (male receiving), some hair pulling, daddy kink.) this work is intended for those 18+ and should be read by mature audiences only.

word count: 2.7k+ words.

The post-concert adrenaline hadn’t wavered in Harry’s veins, that much was evident. When you looked at him, all you could see was the radiance of energy and purity of happiness; evergreen in his eyes, the rose color in his lips, the blackness of ink that shone underneath the arctic hues of blue and white in the nightclub you and Harry had ventured to in the darkness of the evening. It was risky going out, especially at a time where One Direction fans were probably having their own adventure, still riding the high of seeing their favorite band perform live, but you nor Harry seemed to care.

Tonight was all about him, all about celebrating a successful first show and the beginning of the On the Road Again tour. The rest of the boys had preoccupied themselves with their own forms of fun, leaving you and Harry by yourselves. Upon entering the venue, you beelined towards the bar, your hand in Harry’s with your heads bowed to try and keep your identities a bit of a secret. You’re in the middle of ordering a round of vodka shots for you both before you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn your head to get a glance at who could have tapped you, though you’re already suspecting it was a fan. 

You were wrong.

“Holy shit, Ashton?” You exclaim, eyebrows furrowing at the man in front of you. Harry’s eyes widen a bit at your words, turning his body fully to face the drummer, abandoning the bartender and the prospect of alcohol. It had been a while since you’d interacted with Ashton in person, only really communicating via text or video chat since you last saw him a year ago. Of course, it had been far longer for Harry; One Direction had 5 Seconds of Summer on tour with them in 2013 and 2014 and they all grew quite close during that time, but their communication had fizzled out due to how busy both bands became. 

“I knew it was you!” Ashton grins, hazel eyes glimmering with excitement as the pair of you take each other in. The buzz of chemistry between you and the Australian was palpable – palpable enough for anyone to notice it, including Harry. 

Harry’s lips twitch up into a small smile at the interaction taking place in front of him, yet an ugly, gnawing feeling in his gut is slowly beginning to grow; he knew you were attracted to Ashton when you’d met back in 2013 and that Ashton reciprocated those feelings once you both had gotten to know one another. However, you and Harry had just begun dating and knew that nothing would come of your little crush on the drummer. Still, a deep-seated insecurity nestled its way into his bones and, apparently, hadn’t quite left. 

Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but the unsettling amount of jealousy your boyfriend was beginning to feel made his evergreen eyes go emerald; hard, darkened. “We’re celebrating tour,” Harry cuts in, instinctively wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “the first show was earlier on.” 

“Yeah, I heard through the grapevine,” Ashton replies playfully, “Niall. Niall’s the grapevine. He asked if the boys and I could catch the show, but we were busy. Will you be in Australia for a bit?”

“Yes! Yeah, we’ll be in Australia. 1D has shows in Brisbane and Melbourne.” The words tumble out of your mouth and it sounds as though you’re a walking advert for your boyfriend’s band. Clearly, Ashton finds it cute because he’s chuckling at your unfiltered enthusiasm the minute you stop rambling. 

“Well, it was great to see you guys. I didn’t mean to intrude.” He smiles, though his words are a slight dig at your boyfriend; Ashton could tell Harry’s guard was up and the jealousy that he exuded was crystal clear. At least, it was to him.

You, on the other hand, were too wrapped up in excitement to truly take note. 

The drummer leaves you and Harry at the bar, going back into the atmosphere of the club. You spot him joining a group of friends at a table. Part of you wishes he’d stay and chat more, but the evening wasn’t about socializing, it was about basking in the glory of your popstar beau. 

Everything seems to return back to normal; you turn your attention back to the bar and order that round of vodka shots for yourself and Harry. The two of you are two shots deep before his gaze falls on you, “D’you want to fuck him?” 

You choke on the alcohol, sputtering slightly with wide eyes at the incredibly unexpected question. “W-What? What the fuck are you- are you talking about?” You speak between breaths, trying to regain composure. Harry wasn’t usually so direct, this only happened whenever sex was involved, so why he was so upfront confused you a bit. 

“Do you want to have sex with Ashton?”

“Harry,” You look at him incredulously, “don’t be ridiculous. No, I don’t want to sleep with Ashton.”

“Don’t lie, Y/N. You’ve always fancied him, we both know that.”

“So what? I’m with you, I love you. Want you, not him. It’s just a little celebrity crush, H. You know I’d-”

“Darling,” Harry interrupts with a chuckle, amused by your immediate instinct to reassure him that you’d never entertain infidelity. He knew how committed you were to him. “S’ not what I mean. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. M’ askin’ if you’d ever thought about fucking him.” 

You weren’t sure whether to be truthful or to set aside your feelings. On one hand, he was only asking you if you’d thought about it or had ever fantasized about it, yet on the other hand, a part of you was sure that if you answered with the truth, he’d get angry with you. However, Harry had never been the type to get angry over honesty. In fact, he preached being truthful. 

“I’ve… thought about it, yeah. It isn’t really a fantasy about him fucking me, though. It’s more- well, it’s more about you and him.”

Your boyfriend blinks, “A threesome?”

“Kind of? I- I guess you could describe it that way. You, uhm.. You take turns.”

At this, the popstar is silent. His eyebrows knit together as he thinks for a brief moment. 

“We share you.”

You cringe at Harry’s words. The lewdness of his sentence lingers and makes you feel queasy, “When you put it like that, I sound like a slut. I hate how that sounds.”

“Baby, there’s nothin’ wrong with wanting to explore having more than one sexual partner. ‘Spose it is a threesome you’re wanting. I…” He trails off, pearly teeth nibbling at his lower lip as he starts to think deeply once more, diving head first into the depths of his head. 

“Yeah?” You coax, eyebrows raising slightly.

“I’ll be honest, m’ a bit jealous about it- the idea of another man takin’ you. But, if it’s just a one time thing, I think I could be okay with it.” Harry replies sincerely, green eyes meeting your own briefly. “One night only, the two of us makin’ you ours for an evening.”

Those words go straight to your core and your brain begins to conjure up filthy images of Ashton and Harry taking turns pleasing you. Your thighs squeeze together in order to quell the heat beginning to bloom in between them. “Please?” You ask quietly, gazing up at your boyfriend with faux innocence; a little look like this tends to send Harry into dominant overdrive. 

He smirks, “Text him and tell him to meet us in the bathroom, love.”

Within eight minutes, Ashton is tapping on the club’s bathroom door before swiftly entering and locking it behind him. His hazel eyes glance over at Harry, then at you. “Are you sure about this?”

You’d texted the drummer about the situation when your boyfriend had told you to, not leaving any important details out of it. It was made clear: you, Harry and Ashton, fucking in the club’s bathroom. The only opportunity you’d ever get to have both of the men you deemed incredibly fit and had the most chemistry with. 

You nod confidently, “I’m sure, I promise.” 

Like a switch had flipped, Ashton’s gaze meets Harry’s again, but there’s a haze in it; his once bright hazel eyes are clouded with desire. Some silent conversation is had between their eyes, maybe it’s both men agreeing to the terms – whatever it is, they both exude an aura of dominance that has your heartbeat increasing. You’ve never wanted to be on your knees this badly before.

The feeling of Harry’s lips brushing against your ear brings you out of your reverie and a short gasp leaves your lips as they trail downward and press a deep kiss to your neck. Ashton walks forward, one of his hands cupping your cheek as he brings his lips to yours, sealing your fate. 

The affair becomes a blur of quick movements and kisses shared as time progresses. The soft clink of belts being unbuckled and heavy breathing fills the room when you’re finally brought down to your knees, eyes feigning innocence as you look up at Ashton. His hand is wrapped around his cock, the tip of it right at your lips. 

“Go on, baby. Show Ashton how much of a good little slut y’ are.” Harry encourages you, leaning against the sink with his hand tugging slowly at his length. Without much else, your lips wrap around the drummer’s dick, your head bobbing up and down in order to take more of it in.

“Fuck,” Ashton swears through gritted teeth, his free hand weaving itself into your hair, gently guiding your movements, “so good, doll. Keep goin’ just like that for me.” 

You do, you allow him to guide your movements with each tug on your hair, furthering his cock into your mouth. It’s sloppy; tears are welling in your eyes whenever he hits the back of your throat, your saliva is coating his dick and your chin. “She’s such a slut for it, Styles. Damn, you got lucky.” Ashton groans low in his throat, which makes Harry smirk.

“Bet you’re absolutely dripping, aren’t you baby? Adore being used, don’t you?” Your boyfriend taunts you, evergreen eyes watching you suck off his friend. All you can do is look at him as validation for his statement. 

Ashton’s fingers wrapping in the strands of your hair becomes slightly fiercer, pulling and pushing your lips up and down his length as he chases euphoria. “Fuck, I’m close.” He warns, hazel eyes shutting as he tries his damndest to hold on for just a bit longer.

Your eyes flit towards Harry, who’s still watching you give Ashton a blowjob, his hand tugging at his cock lazily. A devilish grin has throned itself upon his lips, “Cum for her, Ash.”

The drummer’s fingers twitch momentarily, then still. A guttural groan leaves his lips as his head tilts back and his cock throbs in between your lips, emptying himself into your mouth. Eagerly, you swallow what he gives you – and it’s a lot; thick streams of cum paint your tongue white.

Ashton pulls away from you once his cock starts to soften, tucking himself back into his trousers and gently helping you up from off your knees. “That was- shit, that was really fuckin’ good.”

“I- uh.. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You reply a bit bashfully. “Now, do you mind if Harry and I…” You trail off, hoping he’d take the hint that you wanted to be alone with your significant other.

Thankfully, he does. Ashton turns to look at himself in the mirror above the sink, straightening himself out before saying goodbye to you and Harry, then asking your boyfriend to text him. He unlocks the door and disappears into the club. 

You make quick work of locking it once more, then face your boyfriend. Harry gestures you over to him and the minute you’re standing in front of him, both of his hands grip your waist. He wastes no time in undressing your lower half and bending you over the sink, one of his hands reaching to pull at your hair so your eyes are focused on your reflections in the mirror. He’s being rough, but you hadn’t expected much else; whenever he got really aroused, his dominant side would peak significantly. 

“Did you like having Ashton’s dick down your throat, darling? I know you did, I can feel just how wet you are.” He teases you, the head of his length pressing up against your entrance. “I think you enjoyed it a bit too much, Y/N. D’you need to be reminded of who you belong to, baby?”

You swallow thickly, eyes meeting his through the mirror, “Yes.”

“Sorry? Didn’t quite hear you, love.”

A shaky sigh leaves your lips, “Yes, Daddy.”

The feeling of Harry’s cock stretching you out overwhelms your senses, your nails claw at the sink as he bottoms out. “Have to be quick,” He grunts as his hips start to move, thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy at an unrelenting pace, “but I’ll make damn sure you know who you belong to once m’ finished.” 

You can’t speak, your lips are parted as heavy breaths and choked moans roll off of your tongue as your boyfriend takes you. Harry’s right hand finds your clit, the pads of his fingers start toying with the sensitive pearl. “Look at you, takin’ my cock like the perfect slut that y’ are. Should fulfill more of your fantasies if this is how bloody good you’ll be.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes- yes, please!” You mewl, the prospect of exploring more of your desires with the man that you love makes you more aroused, your pussy clenches around his cock at the thought. “I- I love being your p-perfect little slut.”

“I know, angel. So fuckin’ perfect f’ Daddy.” 

A whine leaves your lips, “God, Harry, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Not before you tell me who you belong to, baby.” 

Another whine leaves your lips; he’s playing a game with you and if you don’t obey the rules, you won’t get to orgasm. You need to orgasm. 

“Yours, Harry. I- I’m all yours.”

He gives a particularly rough thrust and his teeth scrape at your ear, “Who’s pussy is this?”

You gasp, “Yours.”

“That’s right, angel. Now you can cum f’ me.” 

Harry’s fingers on your clit continue to rub quick circles, his eyes fixated on your features twisting up in pure ecstasy as your orgasm hits you hard; jaw slack, eyes pinched shut, pussy throbbing around his cock. 

The feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice triggers his own orgasm. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle the loud groan that reverberates in his chest, his stomach clenching as he empties himself inside of you. 

“Holy shit.” You chuckle breathlessly as your orgasms begin to dissipate. Harry’s hand falls away from your clit and he gingerly begins to pull out of you, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the feeling. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, helping you steady yourself as you straighten up. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. I do have a question for you,” You begin, just as you both start redressing, “were you being serious about fulfilling more of my fantasies? Or was that the testosterone talking?”

Harry grins, “Definitely not just the testosterone. We’ve never actually discussed what sexual fantasies you’ve had.”

“Do you have any?” You ask curiously, quietly wracking your brain for a possible answer he might give.

“Not very many, but I do have a few. Don’t think we should begin discussing them now, darling. We’ve been in here for a long time.” He replies, taking a quick glance at himself in the mirror, then wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Right,” You giggle, “we should go.” 

Harry reaches to unlock the bathroom door and leads you back out into the club, the both of you exiting with smug expressions on your faces and one shared thought…

If this was only one of your fantasies, what else could you both explore?

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[irwinsblender]

reassurance

A/N: hi everyone!! this is my first fanfic that i’m posting on here and the first ever oneshot that i’ve written! as it’s coming up to christmas I decided to write a festive themed oneshot as my first post! i hope you enjoy :)

pairing: ashton x reader

summary: reader has worries about meeting ashton’s family in person for the first time

warnings: a small amount of anxiety

word count: 1k

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Usually, you were always excited for the Christmas season. Celebrating with loved ones and giving out gifts had always been your favourite thing to do.

This year was slightly different.

Ashton had suggested spending Christmas in Australia with his family this year. After many video calls had gone well with them, he assumed it wouldn’t be a big deal for you. Of course, it wasn’t at first. You were over the moon about getting to go to his home country for the first time.

With your flight there coming up in a few days time, you’d both been packing your bags in preparation. Including any gifts that had been bought for his family.

When you decided on taking a break from packing, Ashton offered to pick up some food. Expecting you to be ready to eat once he returned. Instead, he found you sitting out on his back porch, staring out at the darkening sky above.

He considered leaving you to your thoughts, thinking that you’d been okay all day. Something inside him told him that he couldn’t leave you alone. Something was wrong.

The back door opening caught your attention, glancing back to see Ashton walking outside. You sighed, leaning your head against the back of the chair you were sat on. He joined you, sitting down, waiting until you were ready to talk.

You cuddled into Ashton’s side, slipping your arms around his torso with your head against his shoulder. His arm draped around your shoulders.

“Everything okay, baby?” Ashton asked.

You shrugged, not sure how to tell him that you were freaking out about meeting his family in person for the first time.

“Is it about Australia?” He tried to answer for you if you didn’t want to speak. You nodded. “You’re worried for the flight? I know you’re concerned about how long it’ll be.”

“No, it’s not that,” you closed your eyes, trying to figure out how to explain your feelings. “I’m anxious… about meeting your family.”

“Oh,” he said. Not expecting you to say that. “You’ve been alright talking to them on our calls though, haven’t you?”

“This is different though, a lot different,” you sat up again, crossing your legs in front of you as you faced Ashton. “It’s not talking to them through a screen this time, I’ll be seeing your mum, your siblings, your grandparents, it’s a lot, Ash.”

With the way your voice almost broke at the end, Ashton couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen a hint of your anxiety to meet them sooner. You’d talked many times since agreeing, and none of those times had you expressed how worried you were becoming.

“You’re good at talking to people you haven’t met before,” Ashton tried to remind you. “You were fine talking with the guys the first time you met them.”

You looked away from Ashton after he said that, seeing the sun getting lower and lower. With how you were sat, Ashton moved to rest his hand on your knee, caressing his thumb back and fourth to comfort you.

“I’m not worried about talking to them,” you finally admitted. “I’m worried that they won’t like me.”

“Baby…” Ashton looked at you with a sad expression, the same way he always looked when you said things like that. “They like you already, they’ve seen the way you are on call, or when we’ve posted together.”

“How can you say that when they haven’t met me? Yes, we’ve talked, but over a video call.” You slouched in your seat, running one hand frustratedly through your hair. “I’m different in person than over the phone, you know that better than anyone. I’m quiet if someone calls me, but I can be the loudest person in the room when I hang out with our friends.”

“You’re my girlfriend, they’ll like you, baby.”

“just because I’m your girlfriend doesn’t mean they’ll like me.” You replied stubbornly.

Ashton figured he’d have to take a different approach to how you were thinking. He moved to face you more, patting his lap for you to sit on, which you could never say no to. Now sat comfortably with your hands in his, he continued talking.

“They haven’t chosen whether to like you or not depending on if you’re quiet in one setting or loud in another,” he placed his hands on your waist, rubbing up and down softly. “They liked you even before they saw your face. They liked you as soon as they realised how happy you make me. All they’re worried about is that you care for me and love me.”

You nodded, listening to what he said to you. What he was saying was true in every sense. Your parents were the same with him. As long as you’re happy, and as long as he takes care of you, they couldn’t not like him.

“and you do care for me. Every day you care for me, and love me, I feel it every second we’re together.” He cupped your cheek in his palm as you leaned into his grip. “They like you because I’ve told them about the real you, the you that I fell in love with, the you that I want to be with forever.”

“What if I mess up or say something wrong as soon as we get there?”

“I’ll be there to jump in,” He reassured. “If you get too anxious, I’ll start talking. If you aren’t sure what to say, I’ll talk for you. Until you’re more comfortable with my family I’m more than happy to do whatever you need to feel okay.”

You took a breath as you nodded at him. Feeling slightly better about this whole situation. All you needed was a little reassurance from Ashton, and that’s exactly what you got.

“I love you, you know that right?” You chuckled softly.

“And I love you,” Ashton leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. “You’ll talk to me next time you have any worries?”

“Yea, I will.” You promised, looping your arms around his neck as he hugged you closer to him.

For now, everything had turned out okay in the end. You’d admitted how you felt, Ashton understood and didn’t mind at all. He was going to suggest going inside when you spoke again.

“What if your sister doesn’t like me?” You asked.

“Don’t give me that! You two are practically best friends already.” Ashton laughed. “Now, come on, we should eat before the food’s completely cold.”

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[bratzforchris]

Anything with Luke using a vibe or toy on you pleaseeeee🙌🏼

PILLOWTALK

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Summary: A series of progressively spicier photos makes Luke rush home from the studio, only to find that you're going to need a bit of reprimanding.

Pairing: Dom!Luke x sub/fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (much sex heavier than some of my other smuts➣minors dni), dom/sub relationship, sexting, fingering, spanking, edging, creampies, rough sex, dirty talk, vibrator usage (partnered), oral (f receiving), reader being a brat, brat tamer Luke, fluffy ending (i think that's all but let me know in the comments if i missed something :))

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Sorry for the disappearance from writing bffs! College and my mental health have been kicking my ass. But now, I'm on Thanksgiving break and I'm so so happy to have some time to sleep and relax <3

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If there was one thing you absolutely loved, it was being Luke’s sub. You absolutely adored the love and aftercare that came with it, but you’d be lying if you said being a brat wasn’t your favorite part. You loved to mess with Luke, and he knew you did, which is why he’d come up with new and unique ways to tease you after you pushed the limits a bit too far. Which is exactly what you planned on doing today. You smirked as you snapped a photo of yourself, making sure the strap of your lacy bralette was on full display. You sent the photo off, imagining Luke’s face when he got the notification while at the studio. 

Within a minute, your phone dinged with a text notification, and you practically jumped to see what Luke had said. 

Luke<3: looking cute today <3

You smiled, knowing that wasn’t the reaction you were searching for, but enjoying Luke’s compliment nonetheless. You pulled your crewneck over your head and posed in the full, body-length mirror in your shared bedroom. You turned so that your leggings hugged your ass just right in the late afternoon sun. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way your body looked in just your lacy bralette and leggings. You’d been going to the gym lately, and were quite proud of your accomplishments, hence why you’d decided to tease Luke. You sent the next picture off to him with a smiley face, feigning innocence. 

Luke replied almost immediately, his message bringing another bratty smirk to your face as you imagined him speaking it to you. 

Luke<3: what do you think you’re doing, princess?

You: just showing you the gains i’ve made at the gym. that’s all :)

Biting your lip, you slowly pulled off your black leggings while Luke’s contact showed that he was typing. He must’ve had a long message, for your phone didn’t ding again until you were in your bra and lacy panties, angling yourself as you kneeled in front of the mirror. 

Luke<3: i think you’re doing a bit more than that, honey

Instead of replying with words, you snapped a mirror photo of you kneeling, legs spread wide and a devilish grin on your face. You were pulling at your glossy, pink lips slightly with your pointer finger and your hair graced your back in such a way you knew that would drive Luke wild. You imagined him at the studio receiving your texts, and that just turned you on and encouraged you to brat out more. You thought about him in the soundbooth, with Michael maybe, trying to conceal his growing hard-on as he received progressively spicier photos of you.

The blond had never been good at hiding how horny he was, no matter the setting, and you imagined his cheeks flushed red, dick throbbing against his tight jeans while he thought about the ways he was going to punish you when he got home. 

Luke opened the message, hiding his phone from the other guys. It was a good thing he did so too, because he practically moaned when he saw the angelic sight of you in your lingerie, looking not-so-innocent. He wanted to tell you to stop, but the other part of him longed to receive more photos from you that would taunt his mind until he could go home and fuck you. The blond didn’t even have time to reply before another image came through from you. You were braless this time, your perky tits on full display.

The blond was practically salivating at this point, thinking of all the things he was going to do to you when he got home as punishment for bratting when you knew he was at work. Luke quickly typed out a message to you, locking his phone and placing it face down as he took deep breaths, trying to focus on the lyrics in front of him and not his twitching dick. 

Luke<3: are you trying to brat, honey? you know i’m at work, baby girl…

You giggled to yourself, feeling very much in the mood to test Luke’s limits and see if it would push him into leaving the studio early. You grabbed one of his worn, soft shirts from the dresser, sliding it over your head, along with a pair of old, pilling sweatpants. Putting on your cozy house clothes, you climbed under the plush, white comforter of your and Luke’s shared king size bed. You snuggled deep into the comfy blankets, letting out a happy sigh and sending one last photo to your boyfriend with the caption “gonna nap now. love you<3”. You had no intention to sleep, but you knew Luke seeing you go from spicy to huddled up in bed would immediately put him in domspace. 

You immediately received the response you were seeking when Luke sent back “I’m on my way home.” with a harsh period. You knew he was in domspace and giggled and blushed at how he would act when he got home. You loved having soft sex with Luke, but you also loved to brat. Mostly because Luke’s eyes would dark with lust as he teased you, overstimulating you until your mascara was running down your face.

Ten minutes later, you heard Luke’s car pull into the driveway, the front door slamming open shortly after. You heard his heavy footsteps thumping up the stairs and your heart raced with excitement at seeing the blond. Your boyfriend entered the bedroom, still in his jeans and button-down shirt from the studio, arms crossed over his chest. 

“I know you aren’t sleeping, princess.” Luke said, a stern look in his eyes. 

You giggled softly, pulling the blankets up to your chin. “What if I just missed you?” You pouted. 

“You knew I was at work, baby girl,” Luke hummed, leaning nonchalantly against your nightstand. “And you were being naughty.”

You reached your arms out for him to cuddle, making sure his blue eyes caught the sight of your old, completely unsexy pajamas. “Come cuddle.”

“Cuddle?” Luke chuckled. “You sent me those photos of you acting like a slut and you think I’m gonna come home to cuddle?”

You nodded, a pout on your lips as you fluttered your eyelashes at your dom. “What else would you do?” You said, a coy smile on your lips. 

“Do you need to be bent over my knee, baby girl?” he asked, raising a brow. 

“No!” You fake-yelped, knowing you’d love to be bent over Luke’s strong knee more than anything right about now.

Luke ignored your request, picking you up and holding you fast to his chest. He was so strong that any attempts you were making to wiggle or get out of his grip were futile, for he just held you tighter and smirked. You knew Luke’s threats were never empty, and that just excited you more as he pulled the shirt over your head and slid your pants off.

“You can be still and possibly get the chance to cum, or you can keep acting like a brat and go to bed without an orgasm. It’s your choice.” the blond hummed huskily, sitting down on the bed with you still in his grasp. 

“Lu,” You whined against him. “Stop teasin’.”

Luke licked his lips, laying you on your tummy and bending you over his knee. “I’m not the one who’s teasing,” he smirked. “I seem to remember a certain sub sending her dom very sexy pictures while he was at work, hmmm?”

“Wasn’t me,” You giggled sweetly, wiggling so that you were grinding your hips into Luke’s lap. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” Luke chuckled, landing a stinging smack to your ass. 

You moaned at the feeling of his large, ring-clad hand colliding with your sensitive skin. Your clit was already throbbing with lust and Luke hadn’t even touched it. You held yourself fast against his thighs, wiggling to get friction against your pussy as you moaned into his leg. 

“You’re acting like such a fuckin’ slut,” the blond grumbled huskily, slapping your ass again. “Trying to get yourself off on my thigh.”

You could feel Luke’s rings bearing into your skin, and you just knew there would be marks on you tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You were having tunnel vision at the moment; all you could think about was all the ways your dom was going to punish you for bratting before he fucked you. You only lifted your head when you felt Luke shift as he reached into his bedside table, and it was then that you knew the blond definitely had a punishment planned for you. Luke’s threats of punishment for bratting were never empty, and that was confirmed when he pulled a vibrator from the drawer. 

“You wanna act like a bratty slut?” he asked. “Then you’re gonna get treated like one.”

Luke spread your legs across his lap, smiling as he noticed how the blood was already rushing to your pussy. He turned the vibrator on and then slowly pushed it towards your already-damp slit, smirking as you let out a high-pitched whine. You moaned as you dug your fingers into Luke’s leg. You were already so sensitive, and Luke messing with a toy on your pulsing clit wasn’t helping. 

“Lu,” You panted out. “Feels so good.”

Your boyfriend continued to trail his fingers along your folds, chuckling as you dug your nails into his leg. Between Luke fingering you and the vibrator, you could hardly think straight, your mind occupied with the thought of the orgasm building in your belly. You let out another whimper, wriggling against Luke’s lap as the feeling consumed you. 

“Need to cum,” You whimpered out, tears pricking your eyes. “Please, Lu.”

“Ah ah,” Luke tutted. “I know you’re stronger than that, baby girl.” 

Just as he said that, Luke flipped the vibrator to the highest setting, holding it against your electric spot as you sobbed and moaned. His face was filled with lust and glee as he watched you shove your face into your arm, desperate for release, but loving the punishment all the same. 

“I know you can take it, Y/N. You’re a whore.” he coached you, his fingers lubed with your wetness as he moved them up and down your pussy in a dizzying rhythm. 

You shoved your face into your arm as your mascara ran down your cheeks. You were subconsciously moving your ass to meet Luke’s arms while he pleasured you, your sex throbbing with want for the blond. Even though Luke was technically punishing you by edging you so hard, you couldn’t help but to enjoy the intoxicating feeling of someone else having full control over your body. 

“Such a pretty girl when you’re bein’ edged like a slut,” Luke cooed, his voice soft. Your boyfriend laid one last smack to your ass before speaking again. “You can cum, baby. Cum all over my fingers. I know you want to.” he hummed. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go, moaning out Luke’s name as you came on his fingers. You pushed yourself deep into his lap to give yourself the extra friction as all the heat that had been building inside of you was finally released. You panted and let out a sob as you looked at Luke, a small smile decorating your tear-streaked face. Your mascara was running down your cheeks, and you sniffled, but you were grateful for your dom all the same. 

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Luke praised you, running a hand over your reddened bum. 

“I love you,” You whispered out, moving to snuggle into his chest, wincing at how sensitive your heat still was. “Sorry for acting like a brat.” You giggled. 

Luke hummed, holding you close against his chest as he ran a hand along your back. “I know you better than that, baby girl,” he chuckled. “You love to brat.”

You could feel Luke’s cock hardening under you as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but to prove his thoughts true. You began to grind into his lap, watching the blond’s face for a change in expression. Sure enough, his face contorted into a grimace, and he held your hips tighter as he slowly bucked his own into yours. 

“Fuck me, Lu,” You said in a sultry tone. “Fuck me hard.”

“You want it rough?” he asked, dipping his head to meet yours as he began to heartedly kiss you.

“Mhm.” You hummed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his blond curls.

Luke didn’t need more confirmation than that. He immediately tossed on your back onto the bed, pouncing on top of you. He had pinned you down with one of his hands, and with the other he began to finger you once more, enjoying the way you twitched at contact with your sensitive pussy. 

“You really just love to be a bratty sub, don’t you?” Your boyfriend teased. “Getting in trouble and then being used for my pleasure.”

You nodded, unconsciously clenching your thighs. Luke held you in place by straddling you as he pulled his shirt off, and you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped you as your eyes trailed from his muscular, hairy chest, down to his soft yet fit tummy, and then finally to the blond happy trail that snuck its way into his pants. 

“You like what you see, darling?” he asked, slowly riding back and forth on your spread legs. “Or should I just leave you alone with a vibrator again, tied up and not able to cum?”

You shook your head quickly, bucking your hips against his thighs. “Please, Lu. Need you so bad. Need you inside me.” You wrapped your arms around his back, digging your nails into his soft skin. 

Luke chuckled at your pleas of want as he left kisses all over body, until finally, he moved to take his pants off. He easily unbuttoned them, pulling them off so quickly it would’ve been almost impossible for you to move to act out. He tossed them, along with his underwear, onto the floor and smirked as he watched your face take in all nine inches of his throbbing dick. Over the course of the scene you’d just had, combined with all the dirty talk, the blond had grown hard, his hormones rushing to his cock. 

“Can you take me without any lube, honey?” he asked. “Are you so wet for me?” he whispered huskily in your ear. 

You nodded quickly, gripping onto his back. “Please, Luke. Need your big cock.” You moaned. 

The blond didn’t give you the chance to say anything else. Instead, he slammed completely into you, moaning when he heard the whine you let out. He began to ride you hard, his balls slapping against your sensitive ass as he fucked you into the mattress. 

“Oh god, baby,” Luke moaned. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

You were practically yelling the blond’s name as he rode you, unable to think of anything other than him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel Luke’s shaft sliding in and out of you, hitting all your wonderful spots just right as your walls clenched. 

“Harder,” You cried out. “Need you to fuck me harder.”

“Harder, honey?” Luke asked. “Well, aren’t you a little slut.” he smirked. 

Luke continued to rail you into the bed as the headboard hit the wall, enjoying the way tears were coming to your eyes once again. You were already so close to cumming, and the blond knew that. Your second orgasm was always faster than your first. You were shaking as the feelings began to overstimulate you, but Luke wasn’t letting up as the sounds of sex filled your bedroom. 

“Need to cum, Lu.” You moaned as he held you down.

“Want you to cum with me.” he hummed. 

You looked up at Luke topping you, and every thought you might’ve had disappeared. You knew the blond wasn’t wearing a condom, but somehow, you didn’t care. His blond curls falling in his face and his forehead glistening with sweat was enough to drive you wild. 

“Mhm.” You nodded as your eyes practically rolled back from how hard he was fucking you. 

“On the count of three,” he huffed. “One, two, three.”

As soon as the word left his mouth, Luke was cumming in you and you felt the heat rush to your belly as your walls clenched around his dick. You were both panting and moaning, your sweat (and cum) mixing as Luke left kisses on your bare breasts. You were so fucked out at this point that you didn’t even notice Luke pull out of you and crane his head to lap up the cum that was spilling from your pussy. 

“You taste so good, baby girl.” he hummed, licking his lips. 

“So you do.” You mumbled sleepily, but with a smile tugging at your lips. 

Your boyfriend chuckled, brushing your hair away from your forehead and kissing your cheek. “Are you okay? I know that was pretty rough…” he admitted sheepishly, laying down beside you. 

“Mhm,” You hummed, cuddling into his chest. “Like to be punished.” You whispered, still mostly in subspace. 

Luke couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. “I know, honey. I know,” he moved to reach into his bedside table once more, pulling out a chocolate bar and a plastic bottle of water that he kept in there for after scenes like this one. “Want some?”

You nodded, and Luke broke off a piece of chocolate, feeding it to you and then handing you the water bottle. You took a few small sips and gave it back to him, allowing him to place it on the nightstand and cuddle next to you, pulling the comforter over your naked bodies. 

“I love you.” You hummed. 

“I love you more, princess.” Luke cooed, kissing your lips softly. 

And as you fell asleep, you knew he meant it. 

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[riya-kaur]

calum thomas hood

summary: everyone knows about the crush you and calum have on each other, but still, the two off you brush it off. calum thinks hiding his feelings by acting differently will help him get over you, but it doesn't.

cw! swearing!

eight years.

part two!

december had quickly approached by, which meant soon it would be everyone's favourite holiday: christmas.

this year, you had decided to tag along to a ski retreat with ashton, mali-koa, and your absolute favourite person in the world- calum hood.

you had first heard about this weekend trip on thanksgiving, when everyone had gathered round michael's to celebrate his newborns' first thanksgiving.

after your interest was peaked, you decided to ask if you could tag along, and ashton and mali jumped with joy accepting, whereas calum stayed stone-cold.

so nearly a month had passed, the car that was parked outside your house, honking impatiently.

"fuck" you muttered as you sat on your suitcase, hoping to press down some of the weight. your hands pulled at the zipper, you let out a sigh as you continued to tug on it.

"you're gonna break it" a deep, familiar voice says from behind you. you turn your head, meeting calum's soft eyes as he leant against the door frame with a cigarette in his hand.

"can you make yourself useful then, and help?" you sneer as you throw your hands up in the air. calum chuckles before he walks past you. his steps stop once he reaches your window. he takes his cigarette from between his lips and burns it out before tossing it outside.

"move" he nods his head to the side.

you sigh as you stand up from the suitcase, taking the same position on your bed.

your eyes observe calum as he kneels down beside your suitcase, "you sure there's nothing you can avoid taking?" he asks as you he lifts up the top of the case.

your eyes fall onto calum as he lingers a stare on your clothing that lay at the top; swimsuits and your underwear.

flustered, you reach over and shut the top of the case, "nope"

calum shakes his head before muttering something under his breath. he places a heavy hand on the top of the case, forcefully pushing down as his other hand found the zipper. in a swift movement, his hand pulls around the case, zipping it close.

"easy" calum retorts. he stands up and lifts the suitcase up onto its' wheels, "can we go now?" he asks, you nod before thanking him. the two of you make your way out of your house, and you lock it from the outside before catching up to calum.

he sets your suitcase in the trunk before the two of you take a seat in his car.

the journey to the resort was a quiet one. you tried lightening the mood by humming along to the radio, but once you saw calum giving you a glance, you settled your lips in between your lips, feeling embarrassed.

the only talking he did throughout the drive was when mali, his sister had rang him. letting him know that her and ashton had bought the food shop and had made it to the cabin you were all staying at.

what had felt like hours, the two of you had finally arrived.

"what took you guys so long?" mali exclaims, opening up the front door wide. "someone wanted starbucks" calum rolls his eyes before walking past his sister with both his and yours' suit cases in his hands.

"i got it for everyone!" you retort, setting the cup holder down on the table in the hallway before hugging mali.

ashton then comes running into the hug as he wraps his arms around you both.

"come on, cal" mali shouts over her brother. "no, thanks" he mutters. "calum thomas hood, if you don't get your ass over here right this second, i'll show everyone that picture of you dressed up as a bratz doll" mali rambles but as soon as she threatened calum he came jogging over beside you and ashton.

you turned your head slightly and held your arm out to calum. his eyes flicker between your arm and your eyes before letting out a sigh.

he moves his gaze over to his sister, giving her a death stare. his arm hovers over the small of your back whilst his other arm tightly wraps around ashton's shoulder.

the four of you stand there laughing before pulling away. "that was cute," mali giggles, picking up a cup of coffee from the table.

your move your eyes over to calum, "d'know what would be even cuter?" you ask him. "what?" he snaps back. "you dressed as a bratz doll" you giggle, taking small steps towards him.

you let your hand rise to his hair, your fingers combing his hair. he looks at you, embarrassed. his cheeks turning a deep red. once you realize what you were doing, you quickly retract your hand back, dropping it to your side.

"shit, sorry. i don't know what-" you began to ramble, "it's fine, " he huffs. you nod awkwardly before trying to change the conversation.

"so room situations?" you ask as you look over at mali. "there's three rooms" mali begins. "and only one master suite" she finishes as she nods her head over at calum.

"so?" calum asks, shrugging his shoulders. "you're gonna have to share, calum"

"fuck, no. you take the suite and share with her" calum shakes his head. "stop being difficult calum, besides i've unpacked my stuff already," mali exclaims. calum looks over at ashton, "c'mon mate" ashton speaks up. "i'm totally fine on the couch" you pipe up as you twiddle with the rings on your fingers.

"it's fine" calum says once again, "you're with me, i guess" he let's out a sigh as he grabs the suitcases, trekking them up the stairs. "come on, then"

"coming!" you hurry up the stairs, following him into the master suite.

"we should set some ground rules." calum starts. "good idea," you return. "you have that half of the room, and i'll get this half." calum points at the opposite side of the room, letting you know which side yours was.

"seriously?" you raise your eyebrows at him. he nods his head, shaking his head to the side. "calum, that's so stupid. we're not kids"

"fine, what rules did you have? he asks. "i dress here, you in the ensuite. i want the side of the bed closest to the window and no bringing anyone back here cause i don't want to walk in on anything that you're up to" you list.

"is that everything, princess?" he curtseys in front of you with a sarcastic tone, and his eyes stay glued to you as he does so.

you put up your middle finger, aiming it towards him, he simply rolls his eyes.

"we should unpack"

whilst the two of you were finishing up unpacking, mali called you both down for dinner.

the four of you sat around the fireplace, pizza boxes scattered around you all as you sat and watched 'gilmore girls', the boys complaining at every chance they had.

whilst absent-mindedly watching the tv, you reached for the last pizza slice in the box. once you had felt another's hand already on the slice, you jerked your hand away.

"take it," you look over at calum, who had now moved his hand away, nodding his head over at the slice.

"no it's fine, it's yours." you shake your head before letting your eyes fall on the tv again. "just take it, y/n," you hear him say, but you simply shake your head to the side, keeping your eyes on the tv.

calum sighs before picking up the slice, which you saw out of your peripheral eyesight.

seconds later, you see him open his palm out to you, "here, take it" he says. you look down at his palm the see that he had tore the pizza in half.

you hear ashton say something in the background which made calum roll his eyes, "take it y/n, i made it fair" he shrugs. you give him a nod before taking one of the halves out of his hand, "thanks cal"

after finishing up, the four of you decided to play some card games, which led to every game being won by mali.

"what can i say, i'm older so i'm wiser." she smiles proudly. the three of you chuckle at her as she takes a bow.

"well, tonight's been fun guys" you pipped up, standing up from the floor, which you were seated on.

"i'm gonna get some sleep for tomorrow" you say, "make sure you guys set your alarms" mali exclaims, "yes mom" you roll your eyes playfully at her.

"goodnight guys," you smile. "i'll be up soon" calum says. you give him a nod before making your way into your shared room.

you lock the bedroom door behind you before pulling out a pyjama set; an oversized black tee and some short, baggy, grey shorts.

you headed over to ensuite, pulling your hair up in a messy bun on the top of your head, strands falling onto your face, to help frame your face.

you then washed your face and patted it dry before beginning to brush your teeth.

as you brushed around the toothpaste in your mouth, you heard a lazy knock to the door. knowing it was calum, you headed to the door, unlocking it.

"hey" he says, dropping his phone on the bed. with you not being able to reply with the toothpaste in your mouth, you gave him a small wave before returning back to the ensuite.

you once again shut the door, thinking he would change into his pyjamas.

once you had finished brushing your teeth, you called out to calum, "can i come in, cal?" you ask.

"yep" you hear him say, with that you open the door to see him already laid in bed.

he pulls the covers over himself, but before he does so, you scan his body to see what he's wearing: a black tank top and grey joggers.

you walk around to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers.

you laid on your back as you stared at the ceiling. the room was dark, but with the small lights from the window coming in, you could see calum in the same position as you.

you felt your eyes becoming heavy as you closed them. you had felt like you were falling asleep until you heard your phone ringtone blare out. "shit, sorry," you apologise as you scramble out of the bed to grab your phone of the table.

you checked your phone to see crystal calling you, and you slipped out the room, shutting the door behind you. but you stayed in front of the door as you answered her call.

"y/n, how was the drive?" she asks, "mali mentioned you came with calum" you giggled at the thought of mali and crystal talking about you and calum.

"yes, we did. it made sense to just take one car" you whisper. "has calum made a move yet?" she squeals. you furrow your eyebrows, "what'd you mean, made a move, crys?" you ask.

"what do you mean, what do i mean? this is so obvious y/n, " she starts, "everyone knows about you and calum, " she ends. "babe, there is no me and calum, i'm pretty sure he hates me," you pipe up. you hear crystal cracking up on the other side of the phone. "y/n, surely you've noticed how he acts around you"

"like friends?" you question. "ask mali, she'll back me up" crystal says.

you try ending the conversation as soon as you can, wanting to not talk about this topic. and you definitely weren't going to ask mali either about her thoughts. that would be embarrassing.

after ending the call, you made your way back into the bedroom, tiptoeing back to your side the bed. just in case calum had fell asleep.

you slip under the covers, placing your back against the mattress again. "was it crys?" calum asks. you look over at him and watch his biceps flex as he tucks his hands behind his head.

you hum in response, "is she okay?" his voice laced with concern. "she's all good cal, baby and mike too," you answer, and you feel his head nod.

"goodnight y/n"

"goodght cal"

it was now the next day, you had woken up to bright flash to your eyes.

you stirred in a warm embrace, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

"look how cute" mali's voice is heard in the room. you blinked open your eyes as you took in your surroundings.

shit! your hand was hung loosely around calum's bicep, your calf slightly tangled with his leg, and your head was nuzzled in his neck.

you brushed yourself off of him, causing him to stir, "what's happening?" calum asks, his voice hoarse and croaky.

"nothing!" you say quickly. a bit too quickly.

mali giggles before turning her phone around, showing you both the picture she had taken, you noticed calum had his head on yours, one hand still behind his head whilst his other laid dangerously low on your back.

you felt your cheeks growing red as you turned away from them both. calum clears his throat before sitting up on the bed.

"me and ashton are heading to the slopes, you guys woke up late so we'll meet you there" mali informs the both of you, you give her a nod before you watch her leave.

"i'm sorry" he apologizes. you shake your head as you look at him, "no that was on me, i was on your side of the bed, shit i'm sorry" you ramble.

calum follows suit and shakes his head, "it's not that deep, right?" he asks. "of course, not" you faked a smile before excusing yourself to the ensuite.

maybe everything crystal had said to you yesterday was getting in your head, making you unconsciously act out.

you tried brushing off the feelings, but you couldn't. you started replaying times when you and calum were together and the little things he used to do. you always thought he hated you, but maybe he didn't?

"you nearly done in there?" you hear calum ask from the other side. "just a few minutes" you call out. you snap out of your thoughts and start brushing your teeth before washing your face.

you walk back into the room, beelining straight to the wardrobe. as your hands were occupied with finding an outfit, your eyes sneakily fell on calum before he entered the ensuite, locking the door.

"fuck" you muttered, letting out a heavy breath that you didn't notice you were holding in.

once you had found an outfit suitable to the cold, you applied some light makeup: blush, mascara, and lip balm.

you then called out to calum, letting him know you'd be waiting for him downstairs. whilst making your way downstairs, you pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket, dialling crystal's number.

she answered after the first dial, "i need your help, i'm going crazy. like i don't want to be dealing with these feelings right now crys, i don't know what the fuck is happening to me. one minute, i think he's a jerk, and then the more i start thinking about him, i get butterflies in my stomach, and they hurt crys, it fucking hurts" you rambled over the phone, not even allowing her a moment to speak.

"say something," finally reaching downstairs, you take a seat on the couch, awaiting for a response. "are you okay?" your eyes widened when you recognized the voice over the phone as not crystal's.

"perfectly fine, mike." your cheeks turning into a deep rep shade, "where's crys?" you ask, a nervous laugh coming following suit.

"she's out with sierra, she left her phone at home," michael says. "oh okay, well, no need to let her know i called, but i should be going now," you try to hurry the conversation to an end.

"okay, no worries" he says, "y/n?" he says quickly after. "are you sure you're okay?" he asks. you let out a little sigh, "i'll be fine"

"ready to go?" calum says running down the stairs, he stands at the end of the stair, looking over at you. you give him a nod, "one sec" you mouth to him.

"i have to get going, mike. i'll see you soon. " you finish off the call after hearing michael saying his goodbyes.

"is he okay?" calum asks you, as he watches you now walking over. he give him a nod. "we should probably get going, it's like a twenty minute walk" calum informs you.

"can't we take your car?" you ask, frowning your lips. "we can't, there's no cars allowed up there" he says. "but we can take a cable car?"

the two of you stood in line for one of the cable cars. it wasn't busy, so you both managed to get a cable car for the both of you.

you both sat on opposite sides to each other. looking down, you watched as the cable car left the tunnel, your eyes widening at the extreme height.

"is this a bad time to say i'm terrified of heights?" your eyes find calum's soothing brown ones as you nervously place your bottom lip in between your lips.

"just don't look down, okay," his voice soothing, he leans forward slightly, watching as you twist the rings on your fingers. you nod your head at the advice.

but you felt your chest becoming too hurt as you exhaled heavier breaths. "hey, you're gonna be okay" he quickly rushes over to your side, sitting beside you. "sit back" he says and so you do.

he let's one of his hands cup your cheeks, "just look at me, focus on my breathing, okay?" and so you start following his breathing pattern. once you had calmed down, you realized calum's thumb rubbing circles on your cheeks.

you looked up at him before glancing at his hand that was still on your cheek. he quickly let go, clearing his throat, to help fill the silence.

"we're here" he spoke in monotone, whilst looking out the glass.

he stands up, waiting for the doors to open, you follow behind him as he walks out.

the exit tunnel was extremely overcrowded, which hinted at the fact that the slopes would be busy.

"c'mere" calum says, reaching out for you hand, pulling you against his chest as he lead you both out of the exit tunnel.

your body melted against him, his chest pressing into your back, making you weak in your knees. his hands settled on your waist as he guided you.

once the two of you had finally left the tunnel, you were both met with the brightest snow on the slopes.

"let's go look for the others," calum says as he pulls himself away from you. your lips turned into a small frown at the loss of warmth. not wanting him to see you, you quickly plastered a smile on your lips before giving him a nod.

after minutes of searching, the two of you had regrouped with mali and ashton. the four of you decided to have some hot chocolates from one of the pop-ups. so whilst ashton and calum went to go buy them, you and mali sat at a table.

you noticed mali giving you a wide grin, "what?" you giggled. "nothing," you could tell she was lying, so you simply just raised an eyebrow up at her.

"it's just you and calum -" she starts, but you quickly stop her. "i feel awkward talking to you about this. he's your brother." you shake your head.

she opens her mouth to start speaking again but gets interrupted by ashton and calum, placing the hot chocolates down on the table.

calum takes a seat beside you whilst ashton sits besides mali.

the four of you make mindless conversations whilst sipping on your hot chocolates.

after what was around an hour, ahston and mali decided the wanted to ski down the slopes.

"you guys wanna join?" ashton asks. "you guys go ahead, i'll watch you three," calum gives you a quick glance, "i'll stay with you" he says before finishing off his drink. "we'll find something else to do," he says.

you quickly shake your head, "no cal, you should go, i don't want you to miss out" you argue. "no, i don't even want to ski, we'll go find something else, okay?" he asks. "are you sure?" you ask him and he responds with a nod.

"we'll see you guys later then" ashton says. "let us know if you end up going back to the cabin" mali says before running off to catch up with ashton.

"so what'd you wanna do?" you ask calum.

"sleigh ride?" he raises his eyebrow whilst asking you. "that's sounds perfect!" you squeal.

so the two of you make your way over to the sleigh carriages, taking a seat in an unoccupied one.

the two of you sit back whilst you watch the reindeers start to take small steps forward.

"so, have you always been scared of heights?"

you turn your head to look at calum, "not always, but as i got older, i guess i got sacred of the lack of stability and control" you say, "sorry that was a bit deep" you giggle. calum gives you a smile in return.

as the forty minute sleigh ride went on, the more the two of you talked, on a personal and connected level.

ashton and mali had also made their way back up to you guys.

"it was honestly so fun!" you exclaim as you tell ashton and mali about the sleigh ride. you notice calum's lips turning into a smile as he watched you ramble about how good the sleigh ride was.

"cal" mali exclaims, trying to regain calum back in from his daydreaming. calum replies with a hum. "what did we always do up here when we were younger?" she smiles as she jumps up and down on the spot.

calum rolled his eyes playfully, "snow angels" he chuckles. "come on, everyone!" she announces as she falls back onto the snow, letting her arms and legs push around the snow as she flaps them in the snow.

the three of you follow suit as now the four of you create snow angels.

once the shape was imprinted in the snow, mali and ashton rose back to their feet, and you once again followed shortly behind them. "need a hand," you giggle as you watch calum, struggling to get up.

he hums as he reaches for your hand. before you know it, you feel him tug on your hand, making you fall forward and on top of him.

your face inches apart as your hands now lay on his hard chest. you look up to his eyes as he looks down at yours. he places his hand on the low of your back.

"hey" he smiles. "hi" you smile back. "y-y/n" he whispered, and you hummed in response.

"get a room!" ashton chuckles. you notice calum bite his cheek before opening his mouth again, "you're on me," he says. "oh, yeah, shit, sorry," you rambled as you quickly found your stance back onto your feet, brushing of the snow that was on your clothes.

"what the-" you begin to say as you feel something being thrown at you. you turn around to see mali throwing snow balls at you. you giggled before bending down to create a ball of snow in your hands.

you stood back up and threw it on her back.

"snowball fight!" ashton called out.

and there, the four of you were throwing snowballs at each other.

after throwing multiple at ashton and mali, you decide to throw some at calum. so you had two snowballs in your hand, about to throw them in calum's direction, but before you could, you felt a heavy weight being thrown to your head, making you trip over your feet.

"fuck! are you okay?" you hear calum say, panic in his voice, as he rushes over to your side.

you brought your hand to your head as you rubbed it. "it's hurts" you winced. "i'm so sorry" he repeats as he brings his hand over yours, rubbing the place he had hit you with the snowball.

he then moved my hand from it, letting his lips leave a small kiss on the area. "i should take her back" calum says as he helps you up on your feet. you shake your head, "i'll be fine"

despite saying you were fine, calum still made you go back to the cabin with him. you told mali and ashton to stay out still and to still keep having fun.

the journey back to the cabin was pretty much quiet except when you were back in the cable car, you felt your head starting to pound so you winced from the pain and calum had asked you if you were okay.

once you had gotten back, you went straight into the bedroom and got changed, calum doing the same in the bathroom.

you were sat in the bed as you massaged the side of your head.

"how're you feeling?" calum asks as he enters back into the room, this time with a tracksuit on.

"i'll be fine, calum," you shake your head as you look up at him. you watched as he walked over to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you.

he didn't say anything, just simply looked up at you as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb creating shapes on your cheek.

"you confuse me" you scoff as you catch his eyes with yours.

"what do you mean?" he asks as he rises from his knees.

"i thought we were getting along on this trip, cal. i thought you were lossening up around me. i thought you had dropped your jerk act, but as soon as you do, you put it back on again. why? why won't you let in?" you let your hand intertwine with his, tugging on it, making him take a seat beside you on the bed. which he did.

"how long have we known each other for, y/n?" calum ask, you furrow your eyebrows, "eight years"

"eight years, it's been y/n" he starts. "eight years of me being completely and utterly infatuated with you. eight years of me wanting you for myself, eight years of having you consume my every thought. eight years of knowing i couldn't be with you because i don't deserve you, eight years' worth of songs that were written about you because i couldn't bring myself to tell you how i'd felt"

whilst he was expressing his feelings, you noticed at some point he had reached for you hands, he was looking down at them, twiddling with them.

"i thought if i could try distance myself away from you by acting the way i have, it would hurt less but fuck it hasn't" he sighs.

he looks up into your eyes, "can i be selfish for a second?" he asks as his eyes flicker to your lips.

you nod as you watch him lean into your lips, placing a delicate kiss on them.

he moves his hands, so he's cupping your cheeks, "i've wanted to do that for so long"

"i wish you told me" you shake your head. "i'm sorry y/n about everything," he says as he rests his forehead against mine.

"it took you eight years calum" you begin, "let's not make its nine, okay?" you nod before letting your lips catch his.

a/n: i wanted to extend this, but i didn't want this to be too long, so it'll be either be a part two to this or i might change it a little bit to be its own work to be different but regardless it'll be the next post.

also this took me forever to writeee :'(

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[morningfears]

Second Chance

rating: pg

Summary: Ashton was your first love. It was a case of right person, wrong time. But sometimes, life gives you second chances. Warnings: None, just cute and soft. Pairing: Ashton x GN!Reader (Pretty sure GN but if you catch anything, let me know and I’ll change it to the correct pairing) Word Count: 1.5k

Though nearly six years had passed since your last first date with Ashton, it felt as if nearly no time at all had elapsed as you sat across from him. That last first date, one that also spanned an entire evening, launched a two-year relationship. It found your first love and you felt a sort of deja vu as he easily recounted a new tale from tour.

This Ashton - years older, years wiser - was simultaneously familiar and so very different. He still carried himself with an ease you found comforting, armed with a bright smile and infectious laughter, but there were more layers now. Behind those hazel eyes lingered a deeper understanding of the world, an understanding of life that hadn’t been present at twenty-three and you did nothing to hide the soft smile that lifted the corners of your mouth as he gestured wildly.

“So, did Cal ever realize it was Luke hiding his shoes or does he still think it was Michael?”

Empty coffee cups lingered on the table, long since cleared of your dinner plates, as the restaurant slowly closed around you. Hours had passed, spent lost in conversation - catching up on lost time, listening to the melodic sound of his voice - and you knew you’d have to leave soon.

Still, rather than relaying that thought, you leaned forward with a grin as you waited for his answer.

“Think he realized after a few shows,” Ashton admitted, laughing as he idly wrapped a hand around an empty cup. “Wouldn’t surprise me if he’s waiting to get him back, though. Luke’ll have forgotten all about it by the time Cal attacks.”

“You know, it’s kinda comforting to know that no matter how much things change, some things stay the same.”

Both of you had grown since you last saw one another. Your early twenties were gone, replaced by true adulthood - a career, taxes, responsibilities that sometimes seemed overwhelming - and it was evident in the conversation you’d had. There’d been discussion of family, friends and their marriages and their children; there’d been talk of work, of the inability to recover the way you used to; there’d been a whole tangent about diets and playful complaints at the fact that spicy food grew harder to stomach the older you got.

But knowing that there were still those moments of levity calmed any remaining nerves lingering in the pit of your stomach. Because as different as things were, there was still a glimpse of the Ashton you fell in love with and it made you hopeful that things might be different this time.

Ashton opened his mouth to respond, words on the tip of his tongue, but before he could speak, a soft voice popped through the bubble you’d spent most of the night in.

“Sorry,” she began, politely apologetic. “Just wanted to check in. We’re closing the kitchen so, if you’d like anything else, now is the time. And if not, I’ve got the check.”

The pair of you blinked, both surprised at the time as you spared a glance around the now empty restaurant, before you grimaced apologetically. “Sorry,” Ashton laughed, “didn’t realize how late it was. We’re good.”

“Yeah, we’ll get out of here so you guys can close. Sorry,” you repeated, following suit as Ashton stood from his seat and took the bill.

In a matter of moments, you were standing outside the restaurant, glancing back as the staff turned the sign and began closing up. It reminded you of the past, of nights when you’d close down restaurants just to spend a few extra hours together after he returned from the road, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you headed for the parking lot.

“Guess some things don’t change.” He grinned, eyes bright and glittering in the city lights as he drifted closer to you. His hand bumped yours, body bleeding warmth as tipped his head to glance at you.

“Can’t believe we spent all night sitting there.” It was a quiet observation, whispered into the wind as you wandered slowly down the sidewalk. “Felt like no time at all.”

“It was always like that with us,” he reminded you - as if you’d somehow forgotten just how easy things were for most of your relationship. “Even at the end, we could talk forever and not get tired of one another.”

“I think the accent helped back then.” Ashton rolled his eyes fondly, laughing as his hand brushed yours once more, while you ducked your head. “You’ve always been easy to talk to. You’re kinda captivating, Ash.”

It was true. Ashton had always captured your attention wholly. His voice, warm and honeyed; his way with words, always so thoughtful and intriguing; his general demeanor, easy and bright - everything about him made you want to lose yourself in him and you continued to be reminded of why you’d loved him so fiercely for so long.

“You’re one to talk, sweetheart.”

There was little you could say in response, little your brain seemed to process, so you opted for the next best thing. After a moment’s hesitation, you took Ashton’s hand in your own and laced your fingers together. From the corner of your eye, you saw his grin grow wider - beaming, even in the dim moonlight - and smiled as you drew closer to the car.

The night was coming to an end, as sad as that made you, but you could see more nights like it in your future.

Conversation tapered off into comfortable silence then, neither of you compelled to speak just for the sake of it, and it was yet another reminder of what you’d missed. Things with Ashton had always held a level of ease that no one else had compared to and it was comforting to revel in the quiet, even as you climbed into the car and an old rock song began to play.

As Ashton tapped his fingers along to the song on the radio, you took the opportunity to study him. He sat bathed in the warm glow of streetlights, side profile exactly as you remembered it. There were a few minute changes - his hair had grown a little longer, facial hair covered cheeks that had grown a bit fuller - but you were reminded of why you’d always fawned over him.

There was something magnetic about him, something bright and beautiful that drew you in and kept you tethered in his orbit. He’d always been beautiful, both physically and mentally, and you were grateful for the chance to reconnect.

However, all too soon, you found yourselves parked in the lot of your building and heading up the sidewalk to your door.

“This was nice,” you conceded, smiling as you lingered near your front door. “I missed this.” With only a split second of consideration, brain working on overdrive to rid itself of any doubt, you admitted, “I missed you.”

Ashton, whose cheeks tinted pink beneath the scruff of his facial hair in a way that made your chest ache pleasantly, smiled brightly as he nodded. “I missed you, too.” His agreement was easy, ready, as he took a tentative step closer. “I’m really glad you said yes to tonight. I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

“I never considered anything other than yes.” There’d been no real thought, no other answer you could’ve given him. Though your relationship ended way back when, Ashton had always been the one that got away. Getting a second chance was more than you could’ve asked for. “I’m really glad we bumped into each other.”

It was a moment of serendipity, a coincidence that hadn’t occurred in the years you’d spent apart, and you knew Ashton was just as happy for the chance as he nodded his agreement.

Another step closer, another smile, as Ashton seemed to weigh his words. “I didn’t know if we’d see each other again,” he admitted, voice quiet as he closed the distance between you. “I always wanted to, always thought about reaching out, but I was afraid. I’m glad the universe made the decision for us.”

Ashton lifted his hand, soft and warm as it pressed to your cheek, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I want to do this right this time,” he declared, voice soft and washing over you as your eyes fluttered. “I don’t want to rush and fuck it all up again.”

“No one fucked it up last time,” you reminded him, tone matching his as you gripped his bicep softly. “It was just the wrong time. Things are different now, though.”

“Second time’s the charm.” His easy agreement was all you needed to close the small space between you once more, returning your lips to his in another soft kiss.

The second chance was what you both needed, another shot at a love you’d missed so dearly, and you were glad to have gotten it. No matter what happened, you were hopeful that this time, the second time would be the charm.

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Author's Note: I dunno, man. I'm just writing while my brain will let me.

#5sos imagine #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin x you #ashton irwin x reader #5sos imagines #5sos x you #5sos x reader #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin fic #5sos fanfic #5sos fics #5sos fluff #v's fics

[lovebombs4life]

west coast - a.f.i.

requested: no, aves gave me the idea last night 😏

cw: SMUT!! pool sex, smacking, dom!ash, name calling, orgasm denial

———

i followed ashton through the gate of calum’s backyard, greeting everyone as we arrived. calum was having a pool party today, and invited us and the other guys with their girlfriends.

i greeted sierra, setting my things down on one of the tables. “i know i saw you like two days ago when you tried on this swimsuit, but girl you look even hotter wearing it!” she squealed. i laughed at her, striking a few poses.

“ashton you better watch out, i might try and steal your girl.” she joked. i playfully hit her shoulder, laughing at her.

“oh stop it!” i laughed. i turned around to see ashton talking with michael, glaring at sierra. as i began to walk over, sierra slapped my ass quickly.

i turned back to her, seeing her backing away, giggling as she did so. “bitch!” i laughed, going to chase her.

she started running, but was quickly stopped by luke. he grabbed her holding her still as i ran over. luke gave me a nod, loosening his grip on her.

i grabbed sierra, pushing her into the pool, laughing. luke gave me a high five, laughing at sierra when she resurfaced.

“rude!” she giggled, wiping her eyes. i laughed at her, walking over to ashton. his eyes were already glued to me.

“hey darlin’, how’s it going?” i said, hugging his side. he gripped my waist, leaning down to my ear.

“don’t forget who you belong to.” he growled lowly in my ear. my breath hitched, my eyes widening slightly, looking up at him.

i knew i was already in for a punishment, but he didn’t know that i loved it. i plotted in my head before leaving his side, jumping into the pool. sierra and luke had both been in their, swimming around.

i splashed sierra, making luke laugh as she gasped. “come here.” i whispered. she swam forward, listening to me.

“help me make ashton jealous.” i said quietly. she smiled, knowing what to do already. she grabbed me before pushing me down into the water.

i squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath as i went down. i came back up laughing, swimming over to her. i stuck my tongue out at her.

we continued play fighting, making luke laugh, and ashton burn his eyes into me. we got luke in on the plan, thinking it was funny to mess with his band mate.

luke wasn’t one to get jealous of sierra and i joking around. we’d been friends for years, way before she knew luke, so he understood how close we were.

ashton knew too, but he was one to get jealous, and absolutely hated when i play flirted with her. ashton finally jumped in the pool, calum and michael coming in a few minutes after with crystal and brandy.

ashton swam over to me, pulling me away. i giggled as he did so, knowing he was absolutely livid. “what did i say about forgetting who you belong to?” he said, pulling me to the steps of the pool. he sat on them, pulling me on his lap.

“hmm, i don’t know.” i shrugged. he squeezed my thigh harshly. i watched as all our friends were busy with each other, laughing.

“you wanna be a brat?” he asked, his hand quickly slipping my bottoms to the side as he rubbed at my clit.

i gasped at the sudden feeling, biting my lip. “good girls get what they want, brats get used.” he stated, slipping his fingers inside of me. i coughed, trying to cover my moans. he chuckled darkly.

he curled his fingers before adding in a third one, i gasped as he stretched me out, my orgasm coming close. “please sir, i’ll be a good girl from now on, i promise, please, just let me cum.” i begged quietly, laying my head back on his shoulder.

“oh you promise, huh?” he mocked. i nodded, my face feeling like it was on fire. i bit down my my lip, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

“gonna be so good for you, want you to make me cum.” i whimpered. his fingers picked up their pace, making my thighs squeeze together.

“f-fuck, please, ash, sir, need to cum.” i cried quietly. he kissed my head quickly.

“go on darling, cum on my fingers.” he encouraged. i clenched around him, my thighs shaking as i choked back my moans.

“such a good girl, being so naughty while we’re with all our friends. did so good, but do you think you can take my cock?” he said, his length slipping inside me.

my eyes widened as i tried to contain myself. i held my breath, feeling as he slowly moved in and out of my heat.

“can’t stay quiet sir, it’s too much.” i gasped. he guided my hips to grind on his cock, making him hit my g spot.

“fuck, s-sir, i’m close already.” i whined, his tip hitting deep inside me.

“you may have been a good girl taking my fingers, but you still need to remember who you belong to darling. you don’t get to cum until i say so.” he said sternly, his nails digging into my skin.

i moaned softly at the pain. “you like being fucked while any of our friends could look over and see what’s happening? like being a dirty whore?” he said, biting my neck.

“yes sir, love having your cock whenever i can.” i moaned, clenching around him.

“do that again and we’re stopping and i’m taking you home.” he said sternly. i did it again anyways, wanting more than anything to go home and let him have his way with me.

he gripped my hips, stopping all movements as he slid out of me. “oh so you wanna go home? gonna be a little slut for me?” he asked. i nodded, fixing my bottoms.

he adjusted himself and pulled me out of the pool. “sorry to cut it short everyone, y/n here isn’t feeling the greatest so we’re gonna head home.” he lied, grabbing our things from the table. he dried me off, doing the same to himself.

everyone wished us well, hoping i’d feel better. i looked back at luke and sierra smirking at me, knowing what was really happening. i winked at them before disappearing from the backyard.

ashton pulled me into the car, throwing our stuff in the back. as soon as we were both buckled, he started the car as we drove the short distance to our home.

i sat quietly, watching out the window, smirking slightly. i’d gotten what i wanted, and knew that there’d be punishment, but i wanted that more than anything. he pulled into our driveway, slamming the car door as he got out.

i slowly got out, following him to the door. he threw out things on the counter before grabbing my waist, wrapping my legs around him.

he carried me upstairs, throwing me onto our bed. “such a dirty little whore. want to get fucked that bad?” he said, pulling my top off of me as i slid out of my bottom.

“want you so bad, ash.” i whined. he slapped my thigh, causing me to moan.

“now that’s not my name, is it angel?” he taunted. i shook my head.

“words, i want to hear them.” he said, pulling his swim trunks down to reveal his cock. i bit my lip, closing my eyes.

“no sir, it isn’t.” i breathed, his cock sliding against my slit. he smirked down at me as moved around.

“stop squirming, doll. makes it a lot harder to fuck you.” he said, slamming into me. i cried out as he pounded into me, kissing and sucking at my breast.

“feel good, doll? having my cock so deep inside you?” he asked. words became hard to form, only ‘yes’s falling from my mouth. he chuckled as my eyes rolled back.

his cock pulsed inside me as he lift one of my legs over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist. he groaned as he watched my fall apart.

“you like getting fucked dumb? being fucked like a little slut?” he said, smacking my face slightly.

tears rolled down my cheeks, pleasure consuming my body. “don’t you think about cumming, doll, not until i say so.” he said, sticking his thumb in my mouth for me to suck.

i whined, sucking and swirling my tongue as if it were his cock in my mouth instead. “please, sir.” i mumbled.

“need to cum.” he laughed at my attempt to persuade him. his thrusts got harder, his hips clapping against mine. i screamed out from the feeling of him hitting somehow even deeper.

he removed his thumb from my mouth. “need it so bad, sir,” i managed to whisper, my body shaking. “wanna be your good little slut, sir. wanna cum on your cock.”

he threw his head back, smacking my thigh. “say it again, angel.” he groaned, his hips faltering slightly.

“please sir, let me be a good little slut,” i repeated. “let me cum on your cock.”

“fuck angel, being so good, go on, cum for me.” he breathed, kissing my neck, leaving love bite along my collar.

i writhed around him, my body violently shaking. “thats a good girl, let it out angel.” he praised as his orgasm hit him too.

his cum spilled inside me, the warmth making me moan. as he slowed his pace, i tried to regain my breath. he pulled out, his cock still twitching.

he collapsed next to me, his hand stroking my hair. “did so good for me angel, so fucking good.” he kissed my cheek, making me giggling.

“thank you, ash.” i spoke, turning my head and kissing him softly. we cuddled up together, basking in the heat we caused in our room.

“don’t forget that your mine.” he whispered, drifting off to sleep with me.

#ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos5 #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin smut

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where you move on quicker than ashton expected you to.

Warnings: ashton is so rude tbh, swearing, angst, cheating, mentions of cheating, gaslighting, the hypocrisy is real in this one

Ngl, I never thought I'd write for a 5sos member, let alone Ash, but I heard this song and instantly thought of this idea. So, enjoy.

PSA: Feel free to picture Theo Carpenter as your favourite celebrity/celebrity crush because that's exactly what I did while writing this.

Word Count: 3.4k

Do no repost this anywhere.

The lights were blinding and hot, the waves creating a steady flow of warmth down and directly onto your face. You were for sure going to need to shower after this and scrub the dampness off your skin that would inevitably gather by the end of the night. 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tonight was redemption. Sort of.

It was the night of your big comeback, where you can finally reappear and revitalise your name. 

It was also the night where you could show a certain someone that you were fine, great, even, and that you no longer needed him. Your world no longer circled around him, and it was now fully healed. 

So, as the lights hit an all time brightness and the intro to the song started, you couldn’t be bothered to even attempt to find him in the crowd, where you knew for a fact he was currently hiding.

-

“I can’t believe you,” you mutter from your spot on the couch. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Me? What about you, huh?” Ashton asked angrily as he stood across from you. 

“Oh, no. Don’t you dare turn this around to make it my fault when you’re the one sneaking around behind my back,” you held yourself back from yelling and attempted to calm down by stepping away from your boyfriend, creating space that was desperately needed at this point. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not sneaking around?” He tugged on his hair in frustration. “You’re the one who is assuming that after you went through my phone. Now you’re just being paranoid because you saw a few texts, all of which you have no idea what we were even talking about.”

“I didn’t go through your phone,” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “You got a text, told me to answer it for you and I saw the previous messages. You were with someone named Becca the night you told me you were with the guys. What’s that about? Seems like you are sneaking around and now you can’t even admit to it.”

Ashton fell silent at that, clearing not thinking that you paid that close attention to the date of the text. Feeling like he was fighting a losing battle, he where he was and copied your stance by crossing his arms as well. “The point still stands,” he grunted. “You read private messages that had nothing to do with you.”

Your mouth fell open and your eyes squinted in anger. “You told me to!” You finally snapped, giving up on trying to stay calm. How could you possibly stay calm when he was the one caught in a lie and was now trying to make it seem like you were at fault. “I need you to tell me something, and if you lie again, I swear.”

Ashton remained quiet at your empty threat. 

“Have you been seeing someone else behind my back?” The question felt like it physically hurt to ask. This was the man you were head over heels in love with, but here you are questioning his faithfulness. If you were wrong and thinking too much into it, accusing him of something like this could very easily break your relationship. But, as Ashton kept his mouth shut and refused to answer, you knew you weren’t the one who threw it all away. He was. “Yes or no?”

It felt like all the air in the room had been sucked out as he sighed before answering you, and the three words had your world come crashing down around you. “Not sexually, no,”

If he wanted to lessen the blow by saying he didn’t sleep with her, he sure as hell did a bad job as your breath got caught in your throat and your heart fell to the floor. 

Your ears felt like they were on fire. The confession had been something you were suspicious of for months now, but hearing him confirm it did nothing to stop the breaking you felt in your heart. 

You scoffed, you had to. Never did you ever think you’d be in this situation, let alone with him, of all people, so it all still felt a little surreal at the moment. He was a good guy, he always had been, how were you supposed to know he’d be the kind to talk to someone else while in a long term relationship? “Did you kiss her?” You weren’t sure if you wanted the answer, but you knew you needed to hear it.

You needed to hear how he single-handedly demolished your relationship of four years. “Yes,” he answered, getting it over with. “I did.”

It was cruel, really. You gave him everything he could’ve possibly asked for, loved him with every fibre of your being and this was how he repaid you? “Well, then I guess I know where we stand,” you nodded once, refusing to meet his eye as your whole body tenses up at still being in the same room as him. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry-” he tried but you cut him off with a raise of your hand, silencing him successfully. 

“Let’s not go there,” you say, your voice coming out a lot stronger than you felt. “Okay?”

Ashton’s shoulders dropped as he nodded. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Look, I can still perform with you at the award show, I really don’t mind-”

You once again cut him off, this time with a laugh. 

You see, Ashton was the drummer in his band, but he also was yours. You weren’t a full time singer, you’ve only released two albums since you started singing six years ago, so it was easy for Ashton to drum for both his band and yours. 

You are a solo artist, and only performed a few times a year, if that, and he insisted he be your drummer for your songs and performances. And he was. Every time you went to record a song or walked on stage, he was right there beside you, and back then, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

Now the thought of him being on stage with you, after everything he did to you, and doing it out of pity, made you feel sick. 

Shaking your head, you reach down to grab your bag from the couch, slinging it over your shoulder. “No, I’m good,”

Ashton furrowed his brows, stepping closer to you. “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have anyone else to do it. Really, it’s okay,  I can-”

“No, Ashton, you don’t understand. The thought of being on stage with you after this is enough to make me want to jump head first into the nearest wall,” you mutter, your harsh words surprising your now ex boyfriend. “I’ll find someone else, so don’t worry about it.”

He shook his head, following your retreating form into the hallway. The image of someone else being on stage with you infuriated him, and he couldn’t figure out why. “Are you sure? It’s too short of notice to find someone else. Please, let me do this one last thing for you.”

You scoff and open the front door, not even bothering to glance back at him as you leave the house. “Goodbye, Ashton,” you mutter and slam the door behind you. 

-

Ashton seriously regretted coming tonight. 

Why had he thought this would be a good idea? 

Why did he think he could get through tonight, knowing you’d be doing your first performance in nearly over a year? 

Fuck, he wanted to go home so bad. 

Especially when the announcer said your name and it rang throughout the massive room. 

You weren’t singing an original song, no, not at all. 

You were singing a cover of the song You’re so Vain by Carly Simon, and somehow it felt fitting. 

Ashton had a clear view of you, his and the band’s seats considerably close to the stage, and he felt him sigh a breath of relief when the song began and there were no drums to be heard. 

You hadn’t found a new drummer in the two months since you broke up. 

He didn’t know why he felt so relieved at that, until the lights turned on and your figure was illuminated. It was then that he knew why he was happy he hadn’t been replaced yet.

You were glowing, literally, and so beautiful. The flowy dress you wore was navy blue and it was long in the back, reaching your heels, and short in the front, reaching just above your knees. The black combat boots he had seen you wear countless of times were what completed the look and he felt his heart tighten at the sight of you. 

However, you weren’t what took his breath away. 

Oh, no. When the beat picked up and the rest of the lights turned on to show your band, that is when it felt as if all the air in his body had been taken away. 

As the first verse began, the drums kicked in and the person emitting the sounds was lit up by light, revealing the face Ashton had no idea he hated so much. 

Theo fucking Carpenter. 

-

It had been a full two weeks since Ashton watched you walk out the door. Two weeks since he let you walk out of his life. And two weeks since Becca had practically moved in. 

He felt like he was losing his mind. 

Had she always been this fucking needy?

He seriously couldn’t remember a time where he wanted to be alone this badly. It was never when he was dating you, that was for sure. Never did he ever want to be alone when he could instead be with you.

Ashton caught himself before his mind wandered to you for what felt like the hundredth time since you broke up with him. That was what you did, right? Neither of you said the words, but it was implied, right?

He felt yet another headache coming on after Becca kissed him goodbye and left the house for a girls night with her friends, and finally he was at peace. 

He basically threw himself down on the couch and pulled out his phone, beginning to scroll through Twitter. This, of course, was something he’d immediately regret. 

When he was with you, he’d like, quote tweet and retweet anything to do with you. It was his way of showing you off, and letting people know that he was the one who you went home to at the end of every day. 

With that being said, Twitter really couldn’t be blamed for showing an article about you in his feed. Twitter displays topics he’s liked and retweeted in the past and puts them in his home page. He had made what he wanted to show up in his feed pretty clear; you, the band, fan stuff, and more of you. 

He had no idea how to filter you out of the feed, and right now he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He was about to scroll past the tweet when he saw the picture attached to it. It made him do a double take and he quickly scrolled back up to read the caption;

PopUpdates: Singer Y/n Y/l/n was seen out for the first time since her split with 5 Seconds of Summer’s Ashton Irwin, but she wasn’t alone. She was photographed getting cosy with drummer Theo Carpenter, who recently split from his band Black Framed Velvet.

Without thinking, he opened the thread and felt his heart drop to his stomach at all the replies. 

PopUpdates: They were pictured getting pretty close to one another, and some even say they were spotted kissing, though no pictures were taken at the time. Could he be her new drummer, and possible lover, after things fell through with her ex? 

His eyes couldn’t leave the screen as he read through the comments, each one stabbing at his heart.

I’m so happy for her!

Massive upgrade, tbh.

She has a type, ig.

He’s so hot omg she’s so lucky.

Not me having a crush on her ex and now her new bf. 

Sis has taste.

Ashton was better. Sorry.

She moved on hella quick if they’re actually together, but I don’t blame her. 

Pretty sure he’s just her new drummer since I doubt Ash would want to perform with her after they broke up.

They’re not together smh.

He’s hot though.

I hope they’re actually together! She deserves someone who will love her the way she should be loved. 

It was true, and Ashton hated that he wasn’t that guy for you. 

The pictures did nothing to soothe his hurting heart and it was then that he realized exactly what he lost. 

The images were endless. There were countless ones of you and Theo holding hands, laughing, whispering to each other and even a few of you hugging. 

How did you move on so quickly? Did he really mean nothing to you-

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of the door opening, and for a second he wished it was you. He was brought back to reality when Becca quickly ran upstairs, muttering something about forgetting her phone charger. 

It was also then he realized that you hadn’t moved on fast. He did. He moved on while still in a relationship with you, and he had no right to be feeling the way he currently was. 

He didn’t even react when Becca said goodbye again and left again as he stared at the face of your new….boyfriend? Drummer? He didn’t know. 

All he did know was that whoever he was to you, Ashton couldn’t stand him. 

-

Ashton could feel his face heat up and he wasn’t sure what exactly it was from. Was it from the way you sung the song so beautifully that ensured he knew what he was missing? Was it because he knew his bandmates were looking at him with pity? Or was it because you replaced him?

You hadn’t been seen out with Theo since your first sighting with him, so Ashton just assumed it was a friend-date….thing. A one and done deal. This was not what he was expecting at all. 

He fucked up, that much was obvious. 

He watched as your head turned and you held eye contact with Theo as the chorus came around. Theo increased the volume of the drums to build up the tempo, his eyes not even needing to look at the drums to be able to play them properly as they never left yours.

It was clear that the two of you had to have been practising this for months now and why did the thought make Ashton feel so angry? He was the one at fault for the way things ended, he wanted out, so why did his chest constrict with such an unbearable amount of jealousy and envy?

Fuck, what did he do?

He never had to worry about being jealous while with you as you made it constantly clear that he was the only person you could ever want. Now that he didn’t have you anymore, there was nothing left to calm down his racing heart as he watched the performance. 

 Ashton was sure he couldn’t feel any worse, but you promptly proved him wrong as the end of the song neared and you began to walk, quite a sultry walk, towards the drumset.

Without any warning, Theo moved his body and provided with all the space you needed to sit yourself down on his lap, your legs draped over his thigh as his arms reached around you to continue playing. It was planned beforehand, of course, but that still wouldn’t have prepared Ashton for the sight of you on the lap of another man. 

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders while the hand of your other held onto the microphone. You finished the song a few seconds later, pulling Theo into you as he dropped the sticks and wrapped his arms around your middle. 

The amount of pictures that captured the moment would surely haunt Ashton tomorrow. 

The lights dim after that and he could no longer see the pair of you, something he was both grateful and pissed about. 

How was he supposed to perform after that?

-

Ashton slammed the door behind him and headed straight for his room, where he kicked his shoes off and fell face first into his bed. 

Today was unbearable. The guys were on his case for hours on end, Becca went on a rant on Twitter about how much of an asshole he was and how the relationship was over, and he had to stop himself from calling you more than once already.

He dreaded pulling out his phone at this point. 

But he did anyway. 

PopUpdates: Ashton Irwin and girlfriend Becca Harrison have called it quits after just one month of dating. Harrison was Irwin’s first relationship after his split from Y/n Y/l/n, and it seems as if his luck with relationships is wilting by the day. 

Fuck, how embarrasing. 

Oof, that’s what happens when you cheat.

Is it true he cheated on Y/n with her? If so, this clearly wasn’t worth it lmao. 

What a waste of time lol.

Didn’t he and Y/n break up like a month and a half ago? Damn, he moved on quick af. 

Oh well, that’s what happens when you don’t realize how well you had it. 

He really did have it well. Why had he done it? Why did he take your love for granted when all you did was be good to him? 

He felt embarrassed and humiliated and hated himself at that moment more than he ever had in his entire life. 

-

The show was done with, thankfully. 

As Ashton sat in the backseat of the car beside Luke, he was really refraining from grabbing his phone and seeing what people were saying about your performance. 

It was a mere three minutes later when he ignored the way his head was screaming at him to leave it alone and grabbed his phone, opening the stupid bird app he had grown to despise.

PopUpdates: Y/n Y/l/n and Theo Carpenter gave us one steamy performance at tonight’s show. The singer later confirmed that Carpenter is the newest addition to the band and he adapted to the change rather quickly and picked up on her style of music with little to no difficulty. 

PopUpdates: Theo took to Instagram to thank his new lead singer in a post that had all of our hearts melting! We wish nothing but the best for this new chapter and we can’t wait to see what’s in store for them.

Ashton never switched to another app so quickly in his life. 

With that being said, he had no time to prepare himself for when he’d come face to face with the image of you on Theo’s lap. One of your arms was around his shoulders while your other was outstretched, your fingers still wrapped around the mic. Your eyes were closed and the biggest smile he had ever seen on you was present on your lips. Theo’s arm was around your waist while his other was also outstretched, his fingers holding onto the drumsticks as he gazed at you.

It really was the perfect picture. 

TheoCarpenter: Had the time of my life tonight alongside Y/nY/l/n and our extraordinary band. Never have I ever felt so loved and welcomed. Thank you all for the support and for watching my first show with my new family. 

This is probably my favourite picture ever, and it’s mainly because of the amazing woman in it. I’ve waited a long time for you and I’m so proud of you and everything you are. This is your comeback, this is YOUR time. Happy comeback day, baby! My heart has never been fuller. 

The cherry on top was the single pink heart emoji you left in his comments.

It was official. It was truly over between you and Ashton, but that was old news. Why did it feel like you broke up with him all over again? 

You hadn’t been together for months at this point, so why did he still feel so hurt at the fact that you weren’t his anymore?  Ashton put his phone away and he was glad it was so dark in the car. He didn’t want his brothers and bandmates to see him crying over the girl he didn’t cry over once in the past couple of months.

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[let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol]

Pre-Show Before Pre-Show

A/N: Man it's been a long time since I wrote one of these, so please bear with me. Anyway I sent this twitter post to @iknowyoufeelme and Lina said something about this particular picture which gave me all sorts of ideas, so without further ado. . .

AshtonXFemale Reader

Warning: smut smut smut, male oral receiving, fingering, nipple play, riding, dirty talk, foul language, lil' (legit) illegal activity (public exposure), soft words*

*If I missed anything please let me know

Your laughter echoed around the arena as the sounds of drums kept playing. It sounded terrible because Ashton was trying to teach you how to play. You sat in his lap, back pressed flush against his chest as you tried to repeat the rhythm he had just showed you. You could hear Ashton suck in a breath and wince when you had missed a note. "Ugh, I can't do this at all," you sighed, a chuckle leaving your lips at how atrocious you sounded.

"Practice makes perfect," Ashton told you. He grabbed your hands and began to guide them, tapping out a tiny beat. "Aaand there," he said, hitting a hi-hat. The sound rang out loud in the venue and Ashton's hands released from yours.

"You think you can do that on your own?" he asked. You had zoned out. Eyes glued to his large hands that were just holding yours. "Y/N?" Ashton sang, wiggling his fingers in front of your face. You blinked twice then came to.

"I didn't come out here to learn the drums," you grumbled, slumping into him. The thought had left you earlier when Ashton suggested you play with him. He had been trying to practice before the boys had to go to pre-show later in the day. No one was around which allowed him to concentrate on the task. He was a perfectionist at best and even though pre-show was more of an intimate thing where they answered fan questions and jammed out for a bit, Ashton wanted it to go perfectly. You on the other hand had been fantasizing about Ashton since last night. You had gone to bed horny and woke up as such. Touring with him was fun but you didn't get a lot of alone time.

No, your intensions of coming out to the stage was something you had been craving for a long while. "What did you want?" he questioned, sending a small kiss to your shoulder blade. The gesture set your skin on fire and Ashton quirked in eyebrow at you in amusement when a tiny moan left your lips.

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A swear flew from Ashton's lips the minute your tongue connected with his cock. An almost loud throaty moan following after. "Fuck, you wanted me bad huh?" he whimpered, eyes glazing over in lust and fighting to stay open to watch you take him down your mouth. The two of you could get caught at any moment. Ashton's head fell back and a louder moan left his lips. Your tongue laid flat on the shaft of his cock, licking as you sucked up, a popping sound echoing about when you came up. Your hand wrapped around him and began to twist up and down with your movements.

"Such a dirty girl for me," Ashton gasped, hands flying to grip at your hair. "You couldn't wait for me at all?" you moaned at his words the hum of it sending a vibration around his cock and making his grip on your hair tighten. Your head lifted and you looked at Ashton through batted eyelashes as your swirled your tongue around the tip. Luckily for him, your frame was hidden by his drum set, so the minute someone walked into the venue Ashton swallowed the moan he was about to let out and held your head down. "Hey! Just getting some practice in," he managed to say, discreetly fucking into your mouth. You didn't move in fear of the person spotting you.

"Just grabbing the trash," the person stated, beginning to go around the room and check all the trash bins. Ashton's eyes never left the person and he let out a hiss. You had gotten impatient and started to bob your head to continue sucking him off. One of his hands gripped at your hair while the other began to hit the drums trying to distract the cleaner from what was going on behind it. You deep throated him and in reaction his foot hit down hard on the peddle making the loudest noise ever. Your head lifted in shock, and Ashton's eyes squeezed shut. He peeked them open just as he heard the cleaner say goodbye.

Ashton looked down at you with a shit eating grin. His hand reached out to caress your cheek. "You wanna keep sucking or you wanna ride me?" he breathlessly asked, thumbing swiping over your bottom lip. You were panting and your core throbbed at his words. Ashton pouted when you didn't answer him, his hand traveling down to grab one of your breasts. "Use your words, Sweetheart," he said, hand dipping into your shirt and pinching at your nipple.

"Ride," you choked out, already feeling your panties get damp as he continued to play with your nipples.

"Come here," he whispered. Ashton wanted to feel more than just your mouth and he was happy you wanted to ride him just as much as he wanted you. You stood up and immediately his hands gripped at your waist. You leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. Ashton slowly lifted your dress, your ass becoming exposed to the empty audience seats. Your tongues collided with one another, fighting each other for dominance. Ashton pulled away breathless and he held you at arms length to look at you.

"Stop playing around," you whined, guiding one of his hands towards where you needed him most. His eyes darkened at your words, gaze going towards the thong you were wearing. You really were on a mission this morning if you had put that on for the day. Ashton pushed aside your thong and his strong hand gripped your thigh for just a second before his fingertips brushed against your folds. Your knees nearly buckled under his touch.

"How are you already so wet?" he asked, thumb rubbing at your clit as he slipped a finger inside. "Hhm? All this just from giving me head," he commented, adding in another finger. Your hand reached out to grip at his shoulder, eyes closing shut as he continued fingering you, going deep to the knuckles.

"Ashton, please," you moaned out, as he applied more pressure to your clit.

"I know, baby. I want you too," he grunted, "Just getting you ready." Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, head falling back in lust.

"I want you now," you demanded. Your voice had dropped in octave and your eyes opened looking down at Ashton with a fire in them.

"Yes ma'am," Ashton said, pulling his fingers from out of you. You were quick to take off your thong, straddling him, grabbing onto his cock and stroking it a few times. You rubbed the tip between your folds, teasing the both of you. Ashton sighed and grabbed your hips, slowly guiding you down. A whimpered moan came from you and you sat still for a second allowing yourself to adjust to him filling you up. "Baby, we don't have much time," Ashton whispered, kissing at your shoulder blade again. He gave you an innocent look, not wanting to move until you were ready.

"I love you," you replied, hands cupping his face. You rested your forehead against his for a second and then kissed him briefly before slowly lifting your hips up and sinking back down. Ashton shuddered beneath you.

"I love you too," he said after a moment, eyes opening to connect with yours. His body was buzzing with excitement and he knew he wasn't going to last long not after that blowjob. You sank down onto hm once again, picking up the pace. Ashton's arm had wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to him. He tried his best to buck his hips up into you, but without a back to his seat it proved hard. "Fuck, just like that," he moaned, lips connecting with your neck to give you a love bite. You could feel his other arm brush against your stomach and soon his thumb connected with your clit. Ashton wasn't going to last long, but he didn't want to come to his release without you getting there first. Your pace picked up and you tried your best to hold in your moans so that no one outside the arena could hear.

"Ash," you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You began to figure eight your hips, nails digging into his bicep as you felt pleasure course through you. The pressure building up in your core was growing and it wasn't until Ashton quickly yanked the front of your dress down and take one of your nipples into his mouth that you began to unfold above him. Nipple play was always a surefire way to get you to orgasm. A low whine leaving your lips as your cunt pulsed in pleasure. You kept riding Ashton, squeezing around his cock. It all happened fast. Ashton nearly slipping off the stool as he reached his own high, your back hitting against the drum set making one of the hi-hats ring loud. After a moment your movements stopped. The only sound being heard were the panted breaths between the two of you. Your head rested on his shoulder and his hands wiped sweat from your forehead. He looked down at you with a goofy grin, fighting the urge to fall asleep.

"That was wonderful," he said, hugging you tightly. You nodded in response. Spontaneous sex was always your favorite and you knew that if you wanted to get your release on tour the two of you would have to do a lot of that.

------

"Ashton!" the crowd yelled out, drawing the wavy haired man out of his daydream memory.

"Huh?" Ashton blurted into the mic. His eyes looked away from your thong that had found its way near his drum kit and out towards everyone. A blush formed on his cheeks and Ashton swiped the article of clothing from off the ground before heading closer towards the edge of the stage. "Sorry, I was just remembering something from-earlier," he told them, tucking your underwear into his back pocket.

"What was it?" someone had shouted. Ashton smirked at the question and his teeth sunk into his bottom lips.

"Just some before pre-show ritual Y/N and I are thinking about starting," he told them. He glanced at the side of the stage to see you standing there wearing a different dress from earlier. You winked at him in understanding then nodded your head back at the crowd in a signal to tell him to pay attention.

"Alright, Ashton's deep in his thoughts today. Any questions for me!?" Calum teased, bumping his shoulder into Ashton's. Laughter erupted from the group and Ashton smiled at them in happiness. He wasn't joking about his comment. He hoped that the two of you could make it a tradition to have a pre-show before the pre-show from here on out. Hopefully in a more private area next time.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #Ashton Irwin #5sos blurbs #5sos imagines #5sos writings #5 seconds of summer writings #5 seconds of summer blurbs #5 seconds of summer imagines #Ashton Iwrin writings #Ashton Irwin blurbs #Ashton Irwin imagines #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer smut #Ashton Irwin smut #5sosimagines

[rowsdelusions]

★·.·´¯·.·★ ϻ𝓪Ｓ𝓣€ᖇℓᎥŞ𝔱 ★·.·´¯·.·★

𝒜𝓈𝒽𝓉𝑜𝓃 𝐼𝓇𝓌𝒾𝓃:

nothing...yet

𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓊𝓂 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝒹:

nothing...yet

𝐿𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈:

Older (Luke Hemmings/Reader)

Flatline (Luke Hemmings/Reader)

𝑀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁 𝒞𝓁𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒹:

nothing...yet

#5sos fanfic #ashton irwin imagines #luke hemmings imagines #michael clifford imagines #calum hood imagines #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagines

[butterfliesluke]

He lets you pick his out lift for a show- Luke hemmings

Requested: no

A/n: I haven’t written an imagine in well over 8 months but I honestly want to get into writing again! My requests are open so please leave a request:)

Warnings: just fluffy cuteness also it’s really short because I have no ideas 💀

____________________________

Today we are in concord for the boys’ world tour! I can hear the fans screaming in excitement from all the way back stage. We are all sitting in the dressing room while we wait for pale waves to finish their set that just started and of course Michael and Calum are arguing over who would get to talk first tonight.

I chuckle to myself.

“What’s so funny huh?” Luke says as he pulls me down onto his lap and kissed my cheek.

“Them” I point toward the two in the corner and Luke rolls his eye playfully.

Then Ashton sighs and stands up from the sofa.

“Alright you two enough we have to get ready.” Ash walks between them pushing them away from each other.

The two boys grumble and playfully glare at each other and walk away to get dressed.

Ashton looks at us an facepalms.

“Sorry you’re the dad ash.” Luke laughs.

“Oh shut up!” Ashton laughs as well leaving the room to go to his own separate dressing room.

Now Luke and I are left alone and he gently taps my thigh as a sign to stand up.

“Sorry babe got to get ready before the guys yell at me.”

I poured.

“Awe don’t give me that face! Come help me pick what to wear.” He smiled holding his hand out for me to take.

“Finally!!” I ran to his clothes and found what I already had in mind for a few days.

I pulled out converse and his blue suit.

“Good choice!” He chuckles at my excitement.

“You know it’s my favorite I don’t know why you ask anymore.” I shrugged.

He grabbed me by the waist as I was walking by him making me squeal and hugged me close.

“I’m so glad you came with us on tour. I couldn’t be without you for this long.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Always Luke you know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I blushed. “Now go get ready! Place washes is almost finished!”

Luke’s eye got wide and he zoomed into the bathroom.

“Thanks love!” He shouted.

God what would this man do without me.

#5 seconds of summer #5sauce #5sos fluff #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin imagines #fanfic #luke 5sos #luke hemming imagines #michael 5sos #writers on tumblr #calum 5sos #calum hood imagine #michael clifford imagine #romance #writing #reading #reblog #request #ashton irwin #cute #take my hand tour #5sos5 #5sos5 is coming #imagines

[essy2014]

everyone. do it.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #luke hemmings x reader #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #calum and luke #calum imagine #ashton 5sos #this day in 5sos history #ashton irwin #michael clifford #michael 5sos #i miss 2014 #luke hemmings imagines #ashton irwin imagines

[irwinsblender]

sickness

a/n: wrote this fic bc i’ve been on and off with random illness for the past couple of months which i’m still dealing with (😞) but, that inspired me to write this.. so taking some positives from the negatives ig lol

pairing: ashton x reader

summary: you’ve been getting sick a lot recently and ashton is there to care for you

warnings: brief mentions of throwing up

word count: 1.8k

✩ ✩ ✩

after a couple of months of endless sickness, you thought you could be starting to go down the right path with being healthy again.

the past two months had been exhausting, you picked up a cold after visiting family and after that went away, it came back a week later. recovering from that, you thought you were in the clear.. until you felt sick one night and couldn’t seem to keep any food down.

whenever you were sick, ashton was always there to care for you as long as you needed. which you were always very appreciative for.

you were finally back to being yourself again. or so you thought.

ashton had a few studio days planned with the guys, ready to do some recording for their next album. he reassured you that he wouldn’t go if you still weren’t feeling 100%. you told him you were fine and urged him to go, which he did.

you thought you were fine, out of that danger zone of picking up other illnesses. however, you were clearly mistaken.

you’d been feeling unwell again for the past two days, a horrendous headache, stomach ache, nausea, the whole lot. at first you were going to blame it on food poisoning. but, you’d only eaten a microwave pasta meal for dinner last night, so it couldn’t be that.

by the time it was getting to evening, you were sure this was the worst you’d felt. no appetite, feeling slightly light headed. you convinced yourself getting an early night would help.

walking into your bathroom, using the sink for brushing your teeth and washing your face, you leaned down for a moment, not long, just to rinse your face. that was clearly too long for the blood to circulate properly, as when you stood upright, you blacked out instantly.

reaching around, you tried to stop yourself from falling, but it was no use. slamming your head into the wall, hitting the ground pretty hard, you knew there would be bruising.

it took a few moments but your vision came back to you, kind of. your sight was blurred, perhaps from hitting your head. you knew you should be calling ashton at this point, but you didn’t need him to worry about you again already.

instead, you called 911, thinking that would be best after hitting your head. they sent an ambulance and you were on your way to the emergency room in no time.

they did a few tests, gave you ice and pain medication for your head and without you knowing, they called ashton. the first person on your emergency contact list.

your tests were completely normal, a relief that nothing was seriously wrong with you. however, you’d hoped they’d find something to explain your bout of constant sickness as of recently.

you were given the all okay to go home by your doctor, only being told to rest for a few days and make sure you eat and drink enough.

you were about to figure out a way to get home when you heard your boyfriend’s familiar voice.

“babe? there you are!” he rushed over, seeing the ice you were holding. “are you okay? what happened?”

“ash? what’re you doing here?” you asked. “i thought you were at the studio?”

“i was,” he paused, sitting down beside you. “the hospital called, told me you were here.”

you looked down, feeling bad for not telling him what had been going on, not knowing how to explain that you had come down with sickness a further time.

“i blacked out,” you admitted, removing the ice from your head for a moment to show where you ended up having to get stitched up. “hit my head and ended up with everything looking blurry for a good thirty minutes.”

“oh, baby.” ashton sighed, placing his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his embrace. “have you not been feeling well again?”

you nodded, looking down, “for a couple of days.” you explained. “lost my appetite and haven’t had much energy.”

“did they check your temperature?” he asked, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “you’re hot.”

“kind of you to compliment me when i’ve never looked worse.” you glanced up at him, tiny smirk on your face.

ashton nudged your shoulder, shaking his head. you knew what he meant, sometimes you just can’t help yourself.

“yes, they checked my temperature,” you chuckled. “it’s up a little, they gave me some medication for that.”

“good,” he replied. “you had blood tests done?”

he pointed to your left arm, noticing a piece of cotton taped over the middle of your arm. you looked down for a moment, almost too tired to have to explain everything the doctors did.

“yea,” you answered. “they didn’t find anything wrong, they think it’s just a bad fever.”

“and what about all the other times you’ve been sick in the last two months,” he questioned. “surely they have some answers for that.”

“they think i’ve just got a weak immune system since i’m at home a lot of the time.”

“oh,” ashton sighed. “you can blame me for that, i’ve been writing and going to the studio which leaves you with nothing to do.”

“i’m not blaming you, ash,” you shook your head at him. “i work from home, which gives me little time to socialise with people. it’s since the pandemic, we both know that.”

ashton nodded, taking in what you were saying. he was about to add to what you said, when a nurse walked over with a clipboard and medication.

“anti nausea pills,” she explained, passing them to you. “you can take one every six hours as needed until your symptoms wear off.”

she smiled, giving another all clear for you to go home with Ashton. you kept hold of the ice pack, ashton took hold of your pills for now. he lead you out to his car, helping you inside first before he got into the drivers side.

the drive home was quiet, but short thankfully. the same as when you left the hospital, ashton helped you out of his car and up to your doorstep, unlocking the door for you before letting you in first.

he locked up for the night, slipping his shoes and jacket off before helping you to get your shoes off too.

“let’s get you up to bed, yea?” ashton suggested, you agreed, just wanting to lay down and relax.

holding onto your hand as you took one step at a time, you felt much better in ashton’s presence. he was here for if anything else happened, for if you felt sick, if you needed your pills or anything to eat or drink. he always cared for you.

once to your room, you laid down on your bed with your pillows propped up slightly. ashton covered you with your blankets, sitting beside you for a moment.

“do you need anything?” he asked. “water? a snack?”

“can you get me some water?” you asked quietly. “i think i should take one of those nausea pills.”

“of course, baby,” he smiled softly, leaving the room to grab a glass of water for you.

while he was gone, you stayed in bed, ice pack on your head, which was starting to melt and would be used up soon.

you stared in front of you, thinking about the past two months. it had been a lot. a lot of sickness, not getting out of bed very much, having to cancel dates with ashton because you felt terrible in yourself.

it had been incredibly draining. you’d reached a breaking point this time.

ashton didn’t expect to hear quiet sobs as he walked back up the stairs with your water and pills. he slowly pushed the door open, seeing you’d placed the ice pack beside you with your face hidden behind your hands.

“my love,” he softly spoke as he placed the water down on your nightstand, the pills next to it. “what’s wrong?”

he crouched down next to the bed, slowly pulling your hands away from your face, holding them in his as he caressed his thumbs across the backs.

“i’m just tired,” you cried out, the tears flowing down your cheeks. “i’m tired of being so sick all the time, i have nearly no energy to do anything, i just wanna know what’s wrong with me.”

you let out a shaky breath at the end of your sentence, ashton frowned, hating seeing you like this.

“let me come and lay with you.” ashton stood up, letting go of your hands for a moment.

he slipped under your covers, shuffling so he could be right next to you. he took one of your hands, entwining his fingers with yours.

“there might not necessarily be anything wrong right now,” ashton tried to think of what to say carefully. “you might just be going through a phase of illness, it can happen.”

you wipe your tears with your free hand, not baring to look over at ashton.

“not like this,” you shook your head. “i’ve thrown up more times in these past two months than i have my whole life.”

“i think you’re being unlucky, baby. i know it’s been hard on you, but you had tests done and nothing was wrong, right?”

“i guess.” you folded your arms, letting go of his hand in the process.

“i know things are tough, and feel never ending,” ashton placed his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “but, you’re gonna be okay, i’ll stay here with you while you rest up and try to get your strength back. anything you need, I’ll be right here.”

you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder, sighing quietly before glancing up to him.

“i’m sorry I’m being like this.” you apologized. “even though they did tests, i still feel like there’s something else going on with me.”

“tell you what,” ashton runs his hand up and down your side to comfort you. “why don’t we monitor how you feel, write it down each day to see if things change.”

you nodded, liking that idea.

“if you keep getting sick, or if your symptoms never go away, we can go straight back to the hospital or to see a doctor.”

“okay.” you meekly replied.

ashton gave a reassuring smile, kissing the top of your head, “is there anything else you need me to do?” he asked, prepared to go and get anything you needed.

“just want some cuddles.” you looked up at him, forcing a smile.

he nodded, laying down more to pull you to rest your head against his shoulder. his arms around you as you leaned against him. more comfortable than you have been for the past few days. after a few moments, you let out a quiet yawn. one ashton still heard.

“get some sleep if you need to, baby,” he whispered. “i’ll be right here with you.”

“i love you, ash.” you said before drifting off to sleep.

“i love you too,” ashton sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, happy that you’re finally getting the rest you needed. “get well soon, angel.”

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#5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin x reader #5sos fanfic #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin angst #5sos x reader #ashton irwin imagines

[bratzforchris]

More smut to the sugar daddy fic please I’m begging or just more smut in general you write so good

Make It Better

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Summary: Luke finds himself questioning his relationship with you when he starts to feel you drifting away, only to realize you're too valuable to lose. Part 2 to this fic <3

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, DUB CON, brief phone sex scene, masturbating (m), oral (m and f receiving), arguments, bondage, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, unprotected p in v, pet names, blasphemy, Luke makes reader dress up, fluffy ending (I think that's all, but lmk in the comments if I missed something!)

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: This is based off an idea/request from @gladexmuses! I'm so glad you all love this AU :)) Once again, Luke strayed more towards boyfriend than sugar daddy, but I can't help it. I'm just so soft for bf Luke :p

DNI under 18

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You sighed, throwing your book down on the table. As much as you adored learning and knowledge, exam season was your least favorite part of being in college. You didn’t know what it was, but you’d suddenly been struggling in nearly all of your classes. Maybe it was the harder material, or maybe it was just your body starting to shut down from the stress, but either way, you didn’t like it. You reached for your phone to call Luke, only to hover above the device, contemplating your next move. 

You longed to call Luke and vent all your problems to him, but the more anxious part of you remembered the very generous donation Luke had made towards your tuition last month. You didn’t want him to worry, or think he’d made a mistake by paying off the loans for you to attend Columbia. You also knew that in order to afford the lifestyle he lived, and the sugar-babylike relationship he gave you, he was most likely working, despite it being Sunday. You laid your head down on the small desk in your dorm, sniffling softly. 

Your whole life, you’d been defined as the “smart girl”. You were in the gifted and talented program as a younger kid, only to be followed by being the valedictorian and the only person from your graduating class to end up at an Ivy League university. So to struggle now felt like a hit to everything you had ever known. Were you even qualified to be at this school? 

Just then, your phone began to buzz on your desk, indicating an incoming call. You picked it up and turned it over, seeing a rather risque picture of Luke flash across the screen. As much as you didn’t want to bother him, your heart longed to talk to Luke, and besides, he was already calling you. 

“Hi.” You said softly, innocently, just the way he liked. 

“Hey baby girl,” he hummed. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, my usual…” You said nonchalantly, trying not to let your emotions shine through your voice as you twisted a lock of hair around your finger. 

“Come over,” Luke practically moaned into the phone. “I need you.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You teased him, a smile crossing your face slowly. 

Instead of answering, you could hear Luke beginning to jack off in the background of the call. His hips bucked against the bed, the springs making squeaky noises as Luke’s right hand pleasured him. His moans were so loud that they nearly crept through the phone, tickling your own heat and making you clench your legs despite your stress. 

“Oh god, Y/N,” the blond whimpered out as he came close to climaxing. “Need your body so fuckin’ bad, princess.” 

You clenched your thighs tighter as you listened to Luke get himself off, moaning so damn loudly when he came. Even after all this time, you didn’t understand how his pull on you was so magical. You weren’t particularly in the mood to have sex, but you still felt called to go seek out your sugar daddy anyway, his presence making everything better. 

“Fine, be there soon,” You smirked. “Clean yourself up before I get there.”

“You better watch your slutty little mouth, baby girl.” he said into the phone, voice rough and husky from the effects of his self-pleasure. 

You giggled cutely, blowing a kiss into the phone before hanging up. You shoved your assignments to the side of your desk, trying to put them out of your mind for the moment. Right now, all you were supposed to think about was Luke. You packed your Fendi purse that Luke had bought for you carefully, before slipping out of your dorm and down the stairs of your residence hall. When you stepped out into the cold of New York City in November, you gulped in a breath of fresh air, glancing up at the gray sky. The sidewalk was bustling with people, even at two in the afternoon on a Sunday, but hey, that was city life for you. 

You stayed rooted in place for a moment, head craned back as you examined the skyscrapers that towered over your head. No matter how long you lived in New York City, you were always in awe at the architecture. You stood frozen in place until your phone pinged with a message, reminding you of what you were supposed to actually be doing. 

Luke: I miss you and your hot body, baby

You replied back to Luke with a “be there soon” and a winking face, before starting the trek to the subway station. You wondered what Luke had planned for the afternoon as you boarded the train. You weren’t particularly in the mood to have sex, but you did want the blond’s company. When he wasn’t domming you in the bedroom, you could see that loving little boy shine through his personality, before the stress of the world and his job on Wall Street got to him. You laid your head back against the window, listening to your favorite playlist while you thought about how much you adored Luke. 

Before long, you reached your stop and you hurried up the stairs to the sidewalks of 57th street. You craned your neck and smiled up at Luke’s enormous glass building. This neighborhood left you in awe no matter how many times you came to Luke’s apartment. You hurried into the high-rise building, pulling your key from your bag. At this point in your relationship, Luke had given you your own personal key to his penthouse suite, and you quickly slipped into the private elevator, punching the button to go up to his floor. 

“Luke?” You called out when the doors opened, stepping into his home. “Where are you?”

“Over here.” he called out from the enormous, L-shaped couch in the living room. 

You walked over to the sofa, peering over the back and smiling at the sight you saw. Luke was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants with no shirt, glasses on and carefully reviewing what looked like some sort of graph for the stock market. If you didn’t know him, you would’ve just assumed he was a typical twenty-eight year old and not a multi-billionaire who also happened to be your sugar daddy. 

As soon as the blond saw you looking over the back of the couch, he placed the laptop aside and pulled you over the furniture and into him. “Hey, pretty girl.” he said, planting a deep kiss on your lips. 

“Hi Luke.” You whispered softly, relaxing into his arms. 

The blond simply didn’t answer; instead, he opted to run his hands up and down your ass, moaning softly. His strawberry-blond stubble scratched against your cheek as he let the low, throaty sound flow into your ear. Once he had gotten his fill of feeling you up, he whispered in your ear. 

“My smart, sexy girl.” he hummed huskily. 

That made your stomach drop to your feet. How on earth were you supposed to explain to Luke your declining grades, especially after he’d paid your tuition. There was no way you could explain to someone that was, a) paying your full ride and b) a multiple PhD holder from Ivies, that you were nearly failing classes. 

You pushed up off Luke’s chest, straightening yourself out. You pushed your glasses up your nose and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have come today,” You said softly. “This was a mistake.”

Luke quirked his brow at you, looking you up and down. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled, standing up off of Luke’s lap and going to grab your bag. “This isn’t your fault at all, it’s mine. I need to go.”

The blond grabbed your wrist, searching your eyes deeply. “What’s going on, baby?”

“Nothing, Luke. I gotta go.” You whispered sadly, yanking your hand from his grasp and starting to make your way towards the elevator. 

Being 6’4”, Luke’s strides placed him in front of the exit before you could get there. “Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he said, blocking your way out, arms crossed over his chest. “You immediately agreed to coming over, Y/N.”

Your heart raced as you looked up at Luke. In your heart, you really believed he was a good man, but you recalled stories you’d heard and seen in the news headlines about women like you, sugar babies, getting seriously hurt or killed because they chose not to do what was asked of them. 

“I…I can’t tell you, Luke. I’m sorry. It’s nothing bad, I’m not seeing another man. It’s just–I can’t.” You whispered. 

The blond snorted, rolling his eyes. “What? So you can’t even talk to me now?” 

“No!” You protested. “I just don’t want to burden you. You deserve to dom me when I’m happy, Luke. Not when I’m miserable, that’s not fun for you.” 

“Oh baby,” he cooed. “Never in a million years would you ever be not fun for me,” the blond brought you into his arms, running his large, warm hand up and down your back. “Now, why don't you tell me what’s going on, hmm?” he asked, tipping your chin up with his hand. 

“I can’t.” You mumbled into his broad chest, tears pricking your eyes. 

“And why is that? Are you cheating?” he asked seriously, face growing stern for a moment. “Be fucking serious, Y/N.”

“I’m not,” You said truthfully, relaxing when you could tell Luke believed you. “It’s just, well, I don’t want to burden you since our relationship is rather…transactional.” You said, drifting your eyes from the blonde’s face to his hardening dick. 

“You can tell me anything, baby girl,” Luke chuckled, knowing you’d noticed his situation. “Kink is more than just sexual; it’s emotional too. You know that.” 

“Well…here goes nothing,” You sighed, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know if it’s because it’s exam season or if I’m just stressed out, but I’ve been really struggling in my classes.” You mumbled, hiding your face in the blond’s chest. 

“Princess, why didn’t you just say that?” Luke kissed your forehead. “You know I won’t judge my pretty girl. Do you need a tutor? Homework help?”

“It’s just…when you called me smart and sexy, it made me feel like I’d let you down. Especially after you paid for my tuition. I feel like I’m letting everyone who has ever called me the smart girl down.” You said, starting to cry. 

“Baby girl, look at me,” Luke hummed. “You are not letting anyone down, okay? I wouldn’t have paid your tuition if I didn’t believe in you. A period of downs doesn’t mean there aren’t new ups coming. And if anyone judges your grades, fuck them. You’re at an Ivy League university, Y/N, and you’re killing it,” he smirked. “Not to mention maintaining a perfect body, but that’s not a conversation for right now.” Luke chuckled. 

You smiled softly at the blond’s reassurance, filled with new hope. “You aren’t mad?”

“Never.”

You hugged Luke tightly, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his strong, manly scent. “You smell good.”

“Why thank you,” he laughed. “Now, let’s make sure we get that stress taken care of, yeah?” Luke said, reaching for the button on your jeans. 

“I’m not sure,” You whispered softly. “I don’t know if I really want to. I would like a kiss, though.” You smiled. 

“I’ll make it all better, princess.” he smirked, slowly running his hands up your back and undoing the clasp of your bra. 

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as Luke ran his hands along your boobs. Luke planted a kiss on your lips, beginning to roughly make out with you. His heated body pressed against your own was slowly turning you on, but you still were unsure about if this was a good idea or not. 

“I have a surprise for you,” Luke mumbled, picking you up under the ass and carrying you into his large, master suite bedroom. The blond sat you down on the bed, eyeing you carefully. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking you up and down. “Well, you know what to do.”

You knew what Luke wanted, so you quickly kneeled on the bed, looking up at him and fluttering your lashes. “Yes sir.” 

“Good girl,” the blond said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

Luke left your side, going into his huge, walk-in closet. Part of you wondered what he was doing, but part of you also knew. Your dom absolutely adored when you wore lingerie, and you were pretty sure he’d gotten you a new set. Sure enough, he stepped out a moment later, holding a pile of pink, lacy fabric with something metal on top. He came back to your side, smirking with that look that had made you fall for him way back. 

“What better way to ease you into it than a new set, hmm?” Luke smiled. “Arms up, baby girl. You know this is my job.” 

You nodded, allowing Luke to remove your shirt and bra, and then your pants and underwear. You had to admit that letting him take the reins was slowly relaxing you, allowing you to go into your floaty subspace, not worrying about anything. Once Luke had undressed you, he revealed the pink fabric from earlier to you. 

It was a lacy, hot pink lingerie set. The rose embroidery outlined the cups of the bra perfectly, and on the ass of the panties was Princess in white rhinestones. They clipped together with hot pink garters, studded with the same matching rhinestones. The set wasn’t what caught your eye, though. Luke dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of your face, a devilishly handsome smirk on his beautiful face. You were used to bondage in your and Luke’s scenes, but these handcuffs were different. They were a beautiful, shiny silver, with the wider part inlaid with shiny, Swarovski crystals that glinted in the sun that was streaming in through the large glass windows. 

“Luke…it’s beautiful. Thank you.” You whispered sweetly. 

The blond slid the lingerie set on you with care, leaving slight kisses all over your skin. He then grabbed the handcuffs. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me do what I want, right? I know you have it in you, princess.” Luke smirked, planting a heated kiss on your lips. 

“Mhm,” You said, bowing your head as you continued to kneel. “I promise.” You smiled. 

“I knew you had it. Good fuckin’ girl.” Luke smirked, putting your hands in the cuffs and then attaching you to his enormous headboard. 

You smiled softly up at him, nodding your head. Luke pulled out his phone, snapping a quick photo on his phone. Once he had done so, he tossed the device to the side, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of the panties. 

“Relax, honey. We’ll get all that stress properly fucked out.” he smirked. 

Luke slid the flimsy lace off your legs, chuckling when you unconsciously clenched your thighs. He spread your legs apart with his large, ringed hands, lustfully licking his lips as he gazed at your already wet slit. The blond didn’t even really give you the opportunity to say much else before he began to tap out a gentle, pulsing rhythm on your clit. 

“Oh god,” You whimpered. “Don’t be a tease.”

“‘M not teasin’, honey. Just getting you ready to cum.” he said, planting a kiss on your pubic bone. 

“Right there. Oh my god, keep going.” You gasped out, wriggling against your bonds as Luke hit a particularly pleasurable spot with his fingers. 

“Awww, you don’t even need my tongue to cum, baby.” Luke teased you. 

You panted as Luke crouched down, beginning to run his tongue up and down your slit and across your thighs as he continued to pleasure your clit. He was humming soft things about how good you tasted and how pretty you were, teasing with soft flicks over his tongue. Once he’d had his fill of practically torturing you, the blond began to fully eat you out, enjoying the way your legs were clenching around his neck. 

You felt the warm ball that had knotted itself in your stomach burn hotter, as well as your walls beginning to contract, and you knew you were close. “Hmmm, Luke,” You whimpered. “Need to cum.”

“Not yet, honey. Haven’t had my fill of you.” Luke lifted his head for a moment to speak, landing a smack to your ass, to which you cried out in pleasure. 

You were panting and huffing as Luke continued to eat you out, hands straining against the cuffs. Between his tongue and the stimulation on your electric spot from his fingers, you were ready to orgasm faster than you ever had before. Finally, Luke decided he was truly ready to taste you. 

“Cum for me, honey,” he whispered into your folds. “Cum all in my mouth, baby girl.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; you immediately let go, tugging against the handcuffs as you came in his mouth, letting out erotic moans as you did so. “Oh god, Luke.”

“You like that, princess?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches and staring at you with an expectant smile. 

You nodded quickly, letting a string of praises for the blond fall from your lips. Luke grabbed the key to the handcuffs off the nightstand and undid your bonds, pressing a soft kiss to the red spots on your wrist with a quiet, husky “good girl”. As soon as you were free from the restraints, you sat up, throwing your arms around Luke’s neck. 

“Thank you for encouraging me, I needed that.” You smiled, giving him doe eyes as you kissed his cheek. 

“You’re welcome, pretty princess,” Luke smiled, groping your ass. “Do you see why I said I could never be mad at you earlier?” he asked. 

You nodded, snuggling into his chest as you laid your head on his shoulder. You played innocent for a moment, before you snuck your hand down to his sweatpants-clad dick. You cheekily ran your hand up and down his shaft, palming him as you giggled. 

“Is that you asking for more, my love?” Luke asked you, cocking an eyebrow. 

“Maybe,” You giggled. “Depends on what you’re offering, sir.”

“I’m offering for you to be filled with my dick, but if you don’t want that…” he shrugged nonchalantly. 

“No, please. I do.” You hummed, running your hands through his blond curls. 

“Get on your knees, then.” Luke said firmly, but not unkindly. 

You did as he gasped, wincing when you realized how sensitive your pussy still was from Luke’s stimulation, which elicited a laugh from the blond. Once you were kneeling, you looked at Luke through your lashes, smiling as you watched him remove his pants and begin to palm himself until he was acceptably hard. 

“You gonna be a good girl and take my whole cock in that slutty little mouth?” he smirked. 

You nodded quickly, reaching out for him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Luke smirked, getting on his own knees in front of you, an expectant smile on his face. “Suck.” he demanded, landing another spanking to your ass. 

You immediately took Luke’s tip into your mouth, running your tongue across the head of his dick in a way that made the blond grunt out with pleasure. As you got him worked up, you began to pump the lower part of his erection with your right hand, watching him throw his head back erotically. 

“God, makin’ me feel so good, baby.” he hummed out. 

You responded with your own moans vibrating against his dick as you took more of him into your mouth, which got even more of a reaction out of Luke. By this point, you had taken almost his entire length into your mouth, sucking and running your tongue along his tip. Luke was letting out moans akin to a male pornstar, his head thrown back as he thrusted his hips to meet your jaw.

“Mmmm, need to cum, princess.” he gasped out as his dick hit the back of your throat. 

You smiled up at him with your eyes as he landed another spank to your ass, enjoying the way it shoved you further into him. The whole scene was rather unholy, but it was definitely hot. Luke was thrusting his hips as he panted out, while you sucked him off, letting out your own girlish moans. Without warning, Luke suddenly clenched his muscle and began to cum, thich, white ropes of the substance shooting down your throat. 

“Good fuckin’ girl.” he huffed. 

You slowly pulled back from Luke, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yum.” You giggled. 

Luke kissed your forehead, running a hand through your tousled hair. “You really are the best sugar baby in the world.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, pushing yourself ever close to him, smirking when you realized his cock was still hard. “It’s all because of you.”

“Is that so, baby girl?” the blond chuckled. 

You nodded your head, slowly leaning back against Luke’s silken pillows to prop yourself up. “Mhm…I was thinking you could maybe, you know, remind me of that?” You smirked sweetly. 

“Oh baby, someone’s horny today,” Luke grinned, running a hand along the lacy bra that was still clad to your tits. “What happened to that ‘I don’t want this’, huh?”. 

You blushed, looking up at him as he straddled you. “You just made it better, I guess. That’s what happens when you’re smart, and loving, and might I add oh-so-sexy.”

He shook his head, wriggling his hips in the slightest way to give you a bit of friction. Not a lot, but just enough to turn you on. “You know you’re really being a slut right now, my love.” Luke looked like the most handsome devil as he spoke. As if he could burn the world down and smirk as he did so, but it would all be for you. 

“Only for you, Lu,” You hummed, pressing his hands to your boobs. “Only for you.”

“Are you in it for me, or for the money?” Luke teased you. 

“I mean mostly for you, but the money’s nice too.” You winked. 

Luke kissed your forehead as he dug his hips into your own. “Keep talking like that and I might just fall in love with you, princess.”

“You know, that wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” You smiled, lifting your head to make out with him. 

The blond moaned at that, continuing where you two had left off a few minutes before. You noticed him move to line his tip up with your entrance, smirking as he did so. “Can you take my cock, baby? Or are you already so fucked out.”

“God, Luke. Please just fuck me.” You whined out, gripping at the sheets. 

Luke immediately slammed into you at your request, smirking as he looked down at your face. You weren’t used to Luke’s size and length without a condom, and you were practically intoxicated with ecstasy at the feeling of him grinding against you bare. The blond fucked into you hard and fast, bucking his hips against you in a way that would definitely leave bruises there tomorrow. You didn’t care though, the feeling of Luke inside of you had taken every coherent thought from your mind. 

Moving from dripping the sheets, you tangled your hands in Luke’s blond curls, practically yelling out as he rode you. Luke must’ve been feeling extra horny today; whatever it was, you were definitely feeling its effects, but you couldn’t say you were mad about them. You were always ready to cum faster on your second orgasm than on your first, which led you to where you were now, gripping Luke’s hair as a tear rolled down your cheek at the overstimulation. 

“Luke, I’m so close.” You gasped out, feeling yourself tighten in preparation for your climax. 

“You can do it, baby girl. I know you can. Show me how strong you are.” Luke coached you, enjoying watching you squirm. 

“Luke, please,” You cried out. “Need to cum.”

The blond gave one last hard thrust against you, landing a smack to your ass as he did so, before quickly pulling out, just in time to cum all over your stomach as you hit your own climax. “God, so sexy.” he moaned. 

Luke laid down beside you, rubbing your tummy to coach you through the rest of your high, feeling his own body start to relax a bit.  By the time you had finished, you were both beyond exhausted. You flopped over into Luke’s arms, panting heavily as he held you, your naked bodies pressed together. 

“Thank you,” You whispered softly. “I needed that today.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl. I love you.” Luke cooed. 

“Are you busy this afternoon?” You asked sleepily. 

While Luke was practically the king of aftercare, especially for a sugar daddy, there were definitely days where you’d both cum and he’d go back to working. You were hoping today wasn’t one of those days, but Wall Street was so unpredictable, you never knew. The blond snuggled you closer, running a hand about and down your back. 

“Nope, but there is a little gift waiting for you on the kitchen counter if you’re ready to leave.” he smirked. 

“Luke!” You swatted his shoulder lightly. “This is more than enough.” You said, gesturing down at your bra. 

“I don’t think so,” he shrugged. “What better way to get in the Christmas spirit than a pair of red bottoms, huh princess?”

“You didn’t!” You said, gripping him closer and kissing him. “I can’t believe you bought me a pair of Louboutins.”

“Only the finest for my girl.” Luke said, kissing you deeply. 

“I love you, Luke. I’m sorry about earlier…” You whispered. 

“Ah ah, no sorries, my love. There’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re struggling,” Luke looked at you seriously. “I hope you know that you can tell me anything. My degrees, my career, none of that affects how I look at you, okay?” 

You nodded, snuggling into his chest. “Thank you. Naptime now?” You asked. 

Luke chuckled, holding you ever closer. “Always. I love you, princess.” 

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[riya-kaur]

calum thomas hood

cw: soft/fluffy calum!

kiss me.

"you look so beautiful right now"

your eyebrows knitted together as you looked down at yourself, "cal, baby, i'm just in a towel" you giggle, raising your head back up, watching as he approaches you from outside the bathroom door, with a smirk plastered on his lips.

he hums as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. you let your hands rest on his tattooed biceps before looking up into his eyes.

"kiss me then" you giggle as notice calum's brown eyes flicker between your eyes and lips.

"don't have to tell me twice, love" he mumbles before placing his lips on mine, lingering a slow yet teasing kiss.

he smiles against your lips before running his tongue against your bottom lip. you part your lips slightly, allowing his tongue access, but he pulls back, looking down at you.

"what's wrong?" you ask, letting your hands travel up to his cheeks, cupping both sides. "nothing" he hums. "everything is perfect, love" he smiles.

he bends down slightly, letting his hand fall to the back of your thighs, lifting you up on to the bathroom counter. he inserts himself in between your legs.

"i got so fucking lucky" he coos as he tucks a strand of your hair behind you ear. you look down at your lap as you feel your cheeks turn to a deep red color.

"no baby, look at me" his voice is soft as he hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your face back to where it was.

"my beautiful baby" calum coos as he lets his lips fall to your collarbone purposely as he knows that's your weak spot. his hands rest on your thighs, squeezing them with every kiss you lays on you.

he raises his head once he hears a small moan exit your mouth. he places his lips back onto yours, this time more hungrier. he pulls you closer with every kiss, one of his hands on the back of your neck, helping you keep your balance as the two of you made out heavily.

you eventually pull yourself back for air, your lips still grazed as the two of you rest your foreheads on one another.

"you make me feel like a teenage boy again" calum chuckles as he hides his face in your neck, placing small kisses in the crook of your neck.

"mhm i''ve never noticed" you joke before placing a kiss to his head. you feel calum let out a small laugh against your skin.

"i should let you get dressed" calum frowns as he pulls away from you, he let's his eyes glance over your body one last time before slowly backing away. "you're so cute" you giggle as you shake your head.

"that i am" he winks from the bathroom door frame. you blow him a kiss before he pretended to catch it, "don't take too long, i miss you already" he frowns before leaving from the door frame.

you chuckle to yourself as you grab the outfit you laid on the counter, which you set there before your shower. you quickly changed into the outfit, which simply consisted of one of calum's graphic tees.

after changing, you made your way into your shared bedroom. you notice calum and duke spread across the bed, calum tugging lightly on the toy duke held in his mouth.

you watch and giggle at the two of them before walking around to your side of the bed, slipping under the duvet.

duke, instantly acknowledging you, came running over to you, his tail wagging whilst his tongue extended to your face, licking your chin.

"momma's boy," calum sighed as he observed the two of you, resting his back against the headboard.

you giggle at calums remark before peppering kisses all over duke's face, "hi baby" you coo, finishing with a kiss to his nose.

you place duke beside you as you snuggle into calum's side. you let your hand run up and down his bare chest.

"miss me" you ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "always do" he smiles, placing a kiss on your head

"nice t-shirt baby" calum points out. "thank you, it's my boyfriend, he's into his fashion" you joke. calum hums in response, "what else is he into?" calum asks, playing along.

"me" you wink, you observe calum holding in a laugh, "okay, that was good" he grins you look up at calum, giving him a lazy smile before letting your head nuzzle into his chest.

"ï'm tired" you announce. "can you sing me a song to fall asleep to?" you ask with a cheeky smile plastered on your lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

"always, my love" he coos as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing the small of your back softly.

he starts singing the first verse of 'gotta get out' looking down at you, his lips in a smile as he sings to you.

you watch the words flow out his mouth as you dart your eyes between his mouth and his eyes, as he did in the bathroom before. you hear calum chuckling, making you come out of your trance,

"go on then, kiss me"

a/n: this is a reupload from my old account! ♡

#calum hood #calum hood imagines #calum 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum smut #calum imagine #calum hood fluff #calum hood x reader #calum x reader #michael 5sos #michael clifford imagines #ashton irwin imagines #5sos #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings imagines #5sos imagines #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #5sos imagine #5sos fluff

[morningfears]

Dark Cloud

Rating: PG

Summary: Ashton is there in a difficult time. (AKA my dad passed a few weeks ago and it's been difficult to understand my emotions so I'm doing what I do best and write about it) Warnings: Death of a parent, bad relationship with parents, abusive parent, self-deprecation, general anxiety, grief, feelings, etc. (Anything else and I'll tag it.) Pairing: Ashton x GN!Reader (Pretty sure GN but if you catch anything, let me know and I'll change it to the correct pairing) Word Count: 3k (not much has changed, honestly)

Though Ashton was not known for his prolonged silence, he had moments of relative quiet.

There were moments of quiet reflection, peaceful bouts of silence where he ruminated on the things he’d accomplished - the things he grew prouder of with each passing day, the things he had yet to achieve but knew were within his reach. There were moments of bliss, comfortable stretches of time where no words were needed as you allowed yourselves to disappear into your own little world, surrounded by love and light. There were moments of discontent, seconds that felt like hours passing in an uncomfortable lull that only amplified the insecurities or worries or sorrows either of you felt.

Some of those moments stretched on endlessly; the blissful quiet and the peaceful contentment. Others never lingered very long and grew fewer and farther in between the longer you spent together. But as you sat in a deckchair almost as old as you in a backyard you’d spent a different lifetime in, one of those moments you hoped would disappear just as quickly as it began enveloped you.

This moment was not one driven by any need of his. There was no rumination on his life, no bliss or discontent. There was no worry about the future or grief for the past. This moment was one he held entirely for you.

Three days had been spent in a heavy hush, a silence that pressed on your chest and left Ashton quieter than you’d ever seen him.  He’d been rendered speechless after a quiet midnight phone call from your mother and chose his words carefully in the days leading up to the moment you found yourself desperate to run from.

Though his presence gave you comfort, eased some of the ache in your chest and made the tingling in the tips of your fingers more bearable, his silence only made the overwhelming noise of your thoughts that much harder to withstand.

Unlike nearly everyone that surrounded you, Ashton knew you well. He knew that you’d spent the three days struggling to rationalize feelings that were complicated at best. He knew when you needed guided, when you needed him to ask questions and help cataloguing what you felt. He knew when you needed him to distract you, offering stories from the road to pull you away from the heaviness at hand. But, most important of all, he knew when you needed space.

The moment that enveloped you, the quiet he’d given you in the three days since receiving that phone call, was meant to be comforting. It was meant to give you space to decompress, space to be uncertain, and you appreciated the thought behind it. You were grateful he wasn’t pushing, grateful he hadn’t joined your mother or other well-meaning friends and family members asking how you were doing, but you’d grown tired of the quiet as the still of the backyard surrounded you.

Orange light from the setting sun lit the world aflame and burned nearly as warm as the flurry of emotion churning in the pit of your stomach. It was difficult to catalogue what exactly you felt - mentally, physically; all of it blurred together in one overwhelming ache - and you weren’t quite sure how to articulate that.

Very little about the few days you’d experienced made sense, least of all your emotions, but you knew that if anyone could string together meaning from you stream of consciousness, it would be Ashton.

With a sigh, you slumped deeper into your chair and blinked back the sting of tears threatening to fall.

Every single person you’d interacted with for the better part of two days began every conversation with a barrage of questions; how are you? How are you feeling? What can I do? They all declared how tough it must be, some even claimed to understand exactly what you were feeling. It must be so hard, they cooed, before promising they were there if you needed them.

It was all superficial, at best, but you took the question as a base to begin a conversation you’d been dreading.

“I’m fine, Ash.” There was little chance he didn’t notice the quiver in your voice, even less of a chance he didn’t notice the clench of your jaw and the heavy exhale you released, but he nodded, just the same.

“I believe you.”

Ashton knew that you weren’t fine - not really, not entirely - but he also knew that what you were feeling was more complicated than grief. 

Losing a parent was always going to be a difficult experience but losing a parent you’d gone no contact with for reasons out of your control only complicated things.There was no easy explanation for the multitude of emotions clouding your brain and he understood that. Ashton understood complicated relationships with parents just as he understood how difficult it was to grieve someone long before they died.

Everything you felt, every complicated emotion and messy blur of feelings, you knew he would understand. Regardless, it still felt nearly impossible to articulate as you blinked against the sun’s harsh glow.

Few others had seen the toll your mother’s misguided attempts at encouraging a reconciliation between you and your father had taken. It was well-intentioned, you were sure, but ended in an anxiety you hadn’t felt since your teenage years.

From the safety of your shared home, Ashton had witnessed a handful of tense phone conversations. He’d listened as your father threw insults thinly disguised as questions or compliments and belittled you in ways that made his blood boil. He’d watched as you slumped on the couch and gave one-word answers as you willed the conversations to be over. He’d held you after as angry tears tracked down your cheeks and you wondered just what you’d done to deserve this kind of treatment from someone who was supposed to love you.

It made sense, then, why he’d remained so quiet at your side. And instead of pressing for an answer, asking questions that would only make the process harder for you, he waited. He sat quietly, hazel eyes flickering between you and the trees in the distance as he waited for you to gather your thoughts.

“None of this is for me.”

The declaration felt bitter, dripping acid as it fell from your lips, but it was honest in a way you couldn’t be with anyone else. No one else understood, no one else saw you - really, truly, completely saw you - in the way that Ashton did. Though you felt overwhelmed, anxious and upset, you felt hopeful that he’d get it.

“Funerals are… hard,” you settled on, blinking hard against the tears you willed away. “They’re supposed to be for people you love, people that meant something to you. They’re supposed to give you closure. It’s a final send-off, something that just… marks the end, I guess. You mourn someone that meant something to you but all he was to me was a nightmare. I didn’t lose my dad on Sunday. I lost him when I was old enough to realize what kind of person he was.”

Anger, heavy and encompassing, made it easier for you barrel through the feelings you’d been bottling up. And Ashton, who had been waiting for the storm, sighed. It was heavy with an emotion neither of you intended to explore in that moment but accompanied by him reaching out to take your hand in his own. The weight of it, the heat of his palm pressed to yours, tethered you to the moment. A gentle squeeze helped you remain present as you swallowed the emotion clumping in your throat.

“Everyone here thinks I’m the problem. They think I just up and abandoned my dad. They think I’m a bad person because I haven’t had a relationship with him in over a decade but no one asks why. No one asks what happened to make me leave home and not come back. No one asks why I went nearly fifteen years without speaking to him. No one puts any of the blame on him. No one asks why I went nearly fifteen years without speaking to him. They just asks why I didn’t try harder. But why was it my reasonability? I’m the child here. He was supposed to be my dad. He was supposed to care, to love me, to make me a priority. I was supposed to be important to him but he made my life a living hell. He made me believe no one would ever love me. He made me believe I was worthless. He was a miserable, abusive, narcissistic, son of a bitch but no one acknowledges any of that.”

Breathing grew more difficult with every word you spoke. The weight of every emotion you’d felt in relation to your father pressed on your chest, leaving a dull ache between your ribs as you took a moment to grit your teeth.

Ashton knew what happened. The beginning of your relationship had proven difficult because of it. He had his own issues - his own insecurities and traumas to work through - and had taken yours in stride. But he’d also been instrumental in encouraging you to find yourself. Therapy, both individual and couple’s, was something he’d inspired you to take on and you could see the hurt in his eyes as you felt yourself falling back into an old way of thinking.

However, it seemed that no mater how hard you tried - no matter how much progress you’d made, you felt yourself spiraling as you struggled to come to terms with what you were feeling.

“He told everyone how proud he was of me, that I lived in California and had a good life. But he didn’t know anything about me. He had no idea what I do for work. He didn’t know your name, he didn’t even know we were engaged. He didn’t know anything but he had everyone convinced I was the problem. And I just… it’s not fair. Why did he get to have friends and so many people to defend him? Why did he get to spend his life existing, happy, when I spent years wondering if anyone would ever be able to love me?”

Ashton squeezed your hand gently and you could feel the weight of that single gesture, of his warm gaze burning into the side of your face, but you knew that sparing him a glance would only end with you dissolving into tears. You were on a roll, speaking the thoughts you knew made little sense but had been plaguing you since you received your mother’s phone call, and stopping didn’t feel like an option.

“Sometimes, I wonder if all of this was my fault.” The admission was quiet, your voice dropping to a near whisper and thick with emotion as you laughed quietly, self-deprecatingly.  “I remember being so happy when I was little. I remember going out and doing stuff, getting dinner and seeing movies and going to the roller rink. I remember feeling loved. I remember him coming to my softball games and my spelling bees. But then I also remember being ten and wondering if everyone had a dad who yelled at them and threw things at them and made them cry. And I don’t know if I just got older and he got meaner or if I, I don’t know, gained consciousness and realized he was always mean.”

Faint sounds of life began to bleed into the backyard - the noise of your mother and step-father and various family members who’d dropped by with food and well-wishes milling about - but you ignored them all as you inhaled a shaking breath. 

“My mom doesn’t remember it but we had an argument when I was, like, fourteen. I have no clue what it was about but I remember her saying that I was more and more like my dad every day. Nothing anyone has ever said to me has hurt that bad. I think about her saying that all the time and I try so hard to prove that it’s not true but it feels like no matter what I do, no matter how hard I work to be a good person, I keep seeing more and more of my dad in myself.”

With another harsh breath, this one a desperate attempt to clear your throat of the emotion threatening to choke you, you wiped harshly at the tears that had started falling. Somewhere in the midst of your inner turmoil, there was an anger that you allowed yourself to cry.  None of this was worth your anger, your sadness, your energy, but it felt impossible to do anything more than continue spouting a stream of consciousness that you only hoped Ashton could follow.

“While you were on tour, I went to the bar with some friends after a bad day. I wasn’t really in the mood but I ended up having fun,” you admitted, shrugging lightly as you dropped your gaze to where your intertwined hands rested on your thigh. “At the end of the night, though, it was just me and Blake on the patio and we were talking about all the stupid shit that was happening at work. I made a joke about trying to be more positive and he laughed. He said it was no use because I’ve always been a ‘dark fucking cloud’ and that was just who I was. It was a joke,” you conceded, lifting your hand to trace a nonsensical pattern across the back of Ashton’s hand. “But it really was’t. He’s right. I’ve always been a dark cloud and I’ve always been miserable and bitter and angry.”

A quiet laugh, devoid of any humor and sounding just as defeated as you felt, escaped as you shook your head. “All the worst parts of me, all the things I wish I could change, all the things I know make it difficult for people to like me, let alone love me, are parts of my dad. And I just wonder, what happens if I can’t fix those parts? What happens if I spend the rest of my life as this dark cloud? What happens if one day, all my friends realize how miserable I make them? What happens if, one day, you realize that you could do better? You’re such a bright light, Ash, and you could so easily find someone who loves you that’s bright and happy and warm and matches your energy. I worry that I’m going to die alone and miserable and forgotten, just because I’m me; this dark fucking cloud that pushed everyone away.”

Ashton allowed the silence to linger for just a moment, giving you a second to catch your breath and decide you were finished speaking, before reaching out to carefully brush away the tears tracking down your cheeks. From the corner of your eye, you caught the look on his face - a deep sadness you’d never seen from him before, complete with shiny eyes and a frown - and felt a fresh wave of tears stinging at your eyes.

Though you tried blinking them away, Ashton shook his head. “Oh, honey.” He slid his chair a touch closer, his knee knocking into yours as he lifted his free hand to your cheek. “I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better,” he began, quiet but as serious as you’d ever heard him. “I don’t, but I can tell you what I do know.” With gentle fingers, Ashton tilted your head to meet his eyes and, despite the urge to glance away, you held his gaze.

“You are not a dark cloud.” His conviction was clear, certain and strong as he searched your face. “Even when you don’t want to, you try to see the best in people. It doesn’t matter how bad your day is, you always try to encourage the people in your life. You’re the most supportive person I’ve ever met. Anyone who asks you to show up for them, you’re there and cheering the loudest. You push people to be the best versions of themselves. When I’m in my head, you’re the person to bring me back. Despite everything, you’re a good person. You try so hard and everyone can see it. You’re not difficult to like and you’re really not difficult to love. You match my energy, you make me happy, and I’m lucky I get the chance to love you.”

With another gentle squeeze to your hand, Ashton sighed. “None of this is your fault. You were a kid, honey,” he reminded you, careful to avoid irritating your skin further as he brushed away the few tears that continued to fall. “I know all of this is hard. I know you loved him when you were a kid. I know it still hurts, even though he hasn’t been in your life and he hurt you so bad. And I know none of it makes any sense. I can’t tell you not to worry about any of this but I can promise that I’ll be here to remind you of just who you are. I’ll be here to remind you just how loved you are. You’re a good person, honey, and I do love you. On the good days, on the bad days, on every other day; I love you and I’m not the only one. You mean so much to so many people.”

As the tears fell faster, Ashton stood from his seat and tugged you up after him. He pulled you into an embrace, arms wrapped tightly around your body, and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. He allowed you to squeeze him tight, body pressed close to his, and hummed soothingly as he waited for you to calm.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice carrying through the still of the night as he shifted to meet your eyes once more.

“Thank you.” With another soft squeeze to Ashton’s middle, you nodded. “I love you, too.”

“Alright, what d’you want to eat? You haven’t eaten anything all day. And if you tell me you’re not hungry, I’m calling Michael and letting him explain Rocket League, in detail,” he teased, waiting to see if his joke would earn him a smile.

“You decide,” you offered, smiling lightly as you nodded. “I don’t want to make any decisions. I’ll have whatever you get.”

“Okay,” he relented, appeased by the agreement as he wrapped an arm around your waist and began guiding you back to the house. “C’mon, we’ll get you some water and figure it out.”

There was no resolution, no easy answer for the messy feelings you still felt roiling in the pit of your stomach, but you felt a little more at peace. It wouldn’t be a straightforward path, not one you’d be able to navigate easily, but you felt hopeful that you could see a rainbow through the dark clouds with Ashton by your side.

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Author's Note: Honestly, I wasn't sure I should post. But I realized this blog has been here for me in some of my worst moments. Best of times, worst of times, I've written. For 5sos, here on this blog. So, here it is. September was a difficult month. It started beautifully with my 5sos show but got worse. But I'm still grateful for the opportunity to have seen the boys. I do have a fluffy Ash fic I'm working on. Funny how I always return to them when things get rough. Anyway, hope y'all are well!

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[lovebombs4life]

first - a.f.i.

requested: no, got the idea while at work of all places

a/n: i still have three requests left to do and i’ll work on them soon but ive been having a tough time coming up with ideas for them 😔

cw: SMUT!!!! virgin!reader, fingering, protected sex, progressively gets rough, boyfriend!ash, fluff end :)

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i giggled as ashton walked me to his front door. we had just gotten back from our celebration of dating for six months. he made sure everything was perfect. he brought me to my favorite little restaurant, and made sure there were my favorite flowers sitting in a little vase on the table.

despite dating for six months, ashton and i hadn’t had sex. this was my first real relationship, real love, that being said, i was a virgin. he knew, of course, and he fully respected my choices. sure we’d made out before, and i’ve ground against him while doing so, but it never got much farther than him grabbing my breasts.

tonight was going to fully change. i knew i was ready. id been ready for a couple weeks now, but i wanted it to be on our anniversary. he invited me to sleep over, so it had been perfect for me to play out everything. we stepped into his apartment, heading to his room.

he started grabbing clothes for me, intending for us to cuddle then fall asleep. as he was grabbing clothes from the closet, i pulled my dress off, leaving me in a set of dark colored lace panties. i had decided against wearing a bra, making his job of undressing me easier in the long run.

“alright i’ve got a pair of sweats and- shit.” his eyes widened as he stepped out seeing me. he set the clothes on top of his dresser, walking towards me, grabbing my hips. “what’s all this for, y/n?” he asked, struggling to keep eye contact with me.

i shrugged, smiling innocently. “thought i could give you a little present for our six month.” i said, pulling him down to kiss me. he grabbed onto my hips, lifting me to his waist. he groaned as i ran my fingers through his hair, tugging slightly. he slowly lowered me to the bed, my legs still around his waist. he kissed down my neck, leaving soft bites against my collarbone.

“please, ash, want you.” i whined as he kissed my breasts. he lifted his head, looking into my eyes. his eyes were filled with lust and hesitation. “i’m ready, ash, ive known for a few weeks now that i want you to take my virginity, please, baby, take me.” i told him, pulling him close to my body. he gasped, kissing me again.

his hand held my waist, while the other trailed to my clothed heat. he softly grazed between my legs, applying pressure to my sweet spot. i yelped at the sensation, throwing back my head. “how ‘bout i take these off, yeah?” he asked. i nodded eagerly as his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties.

his warm fingers spread my lips open, grazing against my slit, gathering the wetness to lube up his fingers. “you ready, darling? i’ll only start with one, okay? if you need me to stop then you tell me.” he asked. i nodded. he bit his lip before speaking again. “want to hear you, lovely, need verbal consent.” he said. my heart melted.

“yes ash, want your fingers.” i breathed, waiting for him to do something. he slowly slid one finger inside my dripping core, making me moan softly. he chuckled at my sensitivity. he slowly moved inside me, curling his finger upwards. “can you take another?”

“fuck, yes, need more.” i begged. he smiled as he kissed my shoulder. he slid in another finger, i clenched around him. “relax, love, you’re doing so good.” he cooed. i relaxed my body, feeling as he slowly stretched me out. i moved my hips against his fingers, practically riding them. “want m-more.” i whimpered, wanting his cock inside me.

“are you sure you’re ready?” he asked once more. i rolled back my eyes, trying to keep my breathing normal as he lumped his fingers in me. “so ready, ash, please, want your cock inside me.” i whined. his breath hitched at my dirty words. he pulled his fingers out of me, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. i moaned at the sight, hearing his groans as he tasted me on his fingers.

he unbuttoned his white shirt, quickly pulling his jeans and boxers off afterwards. i gasped at his length, clenching my thighs. i knew he was big, but damn, i didn’t think it was that big. he chuckled at me softly. he pulled open his nightstand, grabbing out a little foil package. he tore it open quickly, rolling on the condom.

his cock twitched from the sensation, his hand holding down one side of my hips, the other on his cock. “ready?” he asked once more. “please, ash, just fuck me already.” i spread my legs open for him. he groaned at the site of my wet pussy, slowly sliding his tip against my slit.

“it’s gonna hurt a bit, okay? tell me if you want to stop, lovely.” he spoke, giving me a soft kiss. i bit my lip, preparing for his cock. he pushed in softly, making me buck my hips. “easy there, y/n, we’ve got all night.” he giggled slightly. i took in the burn of him stretching me out, the pain being bearable at least. he continued to push inside me, making me wonder when he’d be fully in.

he finally pressed his hips to mine, letting me get used to him. “you okay?” he asked, seeing the slight tears in my eyes. i nodded, kissing him slowly. i pulled away briefly. “start moving baby.” he pulled his hips away from mine slightly before pushing them back towards me. i began kissing him once more, moaning into his mouth.

he steadied his pace, breaking away from me every so often to allow me to catch my breath from our kisses. he sucked my breasts softly, and left small marks on my skin. my nails drug down his back softly, making him buck his hips into me hard. i yelped at the suddenness of it, but wanted more.

“faster, ash, please. need it faster, harder.” i moaned, my nails digging into his back now. he shuddered, picking up his pace. my breasts bounced as he began going harder. his skin slapped against mine, feeling him fill me up completely. smalls moans escaped my mouth as i breathed heavily.

i scratched down his back, making him moan. “doing so well, darling, feel so good.” he kissed my forehead, pounding into me at a fast pace. as he became rougher, i had begun getting more aroused. i lifted my leg up to allow him hit deeper. he grabbed my leg, throwing it over his shoulder.

“don’t want you to be gentle, want you to use me.” i moaned out, looking at him through my lashes. he smirked softly. “already getting corrupted now, are we?” he asked, holding onto my hips tightly, surely leaving marks. i nodded, gasping as he pressed his thumb against my clit.

“we’ll try more another time darling, just wanna make you feel good, take care of you, okay? you’re doing so good baby.” he praised, rubbing my thigh slightly with his other hand. i moaned as he slightly sped up his pace on my bundle of nerves. my eyes fluttered shut, my arms sprawled at my sides, grabbing onto the blankets. my head was thrown back, and my thighs began to shake as he kissed my skin softly.

“go on sweet girl, let it all out.” he encouraged, his pace still quick. i choked out moans as he stroked my sides, still fucking into me. his lips kissed at my shoulders, his hands finding their way to my breasts. the feeling of it all was so stimulating, so wonderful. i squeezed my eyes shut as they rolled back, my orgasm washing over me.

ashton’s name fell from my lips, making him groan as he felt me clench around him, my thighs shaking around his body. “fuck.” he breathed out, his pace slowing as he came. he moved his hand away from my clit, his cum releasing into the condom.

he pulled out, grabbing the condom off his cock and tying it so the contents wouldn’t spill out. he threw it into the little garbage can he had next to his bed, his body falling to the bed, grabbing me and pulling me close. “that was amazing, y/n. are you sore or anything? can i get you anything?” he asked, sitting up slightly. i shook my head, smiling up at him.

“you’re so perfect. can you help me up so i can go to the bathroom?” i asked, he nodded, helping me out of bed. my thighs shook slightly as i stood up. he chuckled, guiding me to the bathroom. i did my thing, coming back out to see ashton all dressed. he was wearing a t-shirt and sweats, his hair was all a mess. he looked adorable.

he smiled at me, handing me the large clothes he had picked out before our activities happened. i pulled on the large sweater, and slid on the sweatpants he gave me. he pulled me to the bed, lifting the blankets for us to lay down together. he flicked off the lamp next to his bed, pulling me on top of his chest. he stroked my hair, kissing me softly.

we let ourselves drift to sleep, but before doing so, ashton whispered. “happy six months, beautiful.”

i blushed. “happy six months, ash.”

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