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heck-yass-5sos-blog · 5 years

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Better than him (Luke Hemmings SMUT)

So I’m new at this, and it will probably be quite crap, but everybody need some good ‘ole asshole Luke smut Description: Luke makes you cheat on your boyfriend, Ashton Warnings: SMUT (obviously), hair pulling, dirty talk (a little degrading), cheating, and of course Luke being a prick (which he obviously isn’t IRL, but prick’s can be kind of hot, so why not?)

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Everything was going great with your boyfriend; until you caught the eye of his best friend.

Luke Hemmings was never one for love - he found it irritating - when every relationship was only going to end in tears regardless. So, whenever Ashton would gush over you, he was always the first one to roll his eyes.

“Whatever mate,” he would say. That is, until he met you.

You were gorgeous: sexy body, perfect lips, and dangerous eyes. Trouble. He knew it as soon as he laid his eyes on you. There was no doubt in his mind that you were going to break Ashton’s heart. It was inevitable.

Yet, there was something about you.

Maybe it was the way you walked - so confident and sure of yourself, like you knew you could have any guy you wanted.

Maybe it was the way you bit your lip and looked away when he held eye contact with you - like you were picturing the dirtiest images of him.

Maybe it was those alluring eyes. Or maybe, Luke just couldn’t keep it in his pants. Either way, he knew one thing: he wanted you. And he always got what he wanted.

He was doing Ashton a favour. You were too good for him, too exciting to settle for the mild natured boy. Or at least, that’s what Luke told himself when he imagined himself fucking you senseless.

It was just too easy. He sent a message to your phone, pretending that he needed to talk to you about something important. And here you were.

It wasn’t weird, you thought, that you were at your boyfriend’s friend’s house. Your boyfriend’s highly attractive, and very flirty friend. Without Ashton.

No, it was completely normal.

What wasn’t normal though, was the way Luke was looking at you, with those dark blue eyes. Like you were prey, and he was the predator. Like he wanted to devour you.

Ash never looked at you like that.

“Where did you tell Ashton you were going?” Luke asks, his thick accent sending trails of fire through your body.

The question takes you by surprise, and you stutter out your response, “I-I um-”

He cuts you off, the corners of his mouth turning upward, “I’m guessing you lied then?”

Moving closer, his smile turns into a full on smirk as he tuts, “But why would you do that?”

You were sat on his couch, and he was a little too close for your liking. It made you not trust yourself, especially with the way he looked like he knew a secret you didn’t. God, he was so unnerving.

“Look, I thought you wanted to talk,” you mumble, swiftly changing the conversation.

Luke was leaning over you now, and your senses were overwhelmed with the scent of him. It was a sinful smell of something sweet and bitter - fruit presumably, and most likely liquor.

You jolt as he places a hand on your thigh, “Oh, I wanted to do more than just talk.”

Eyes widened, you gave him a look, expecting him to take his hand off. But he doesn’t. Instead, he draws lazy circles on your skin with his thumb.

“Luke-” you start, placing your hand on top of his, as if you’re going to stop him.

You’re not though - and you both know it. That’s why you’d been stealing looks at him all week. That’s why you didn’t tell your boyfriend where you were going.

You needed it just as much as Luke did.

He looks at you, hungrily, mockingly. It’s obvious you won’t stop him, “Y/N.”

Now, his hand travels higher, ghosting over your panties.

“Luke, this is wrong,” you struggle to keep your breathing even, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on you.

His brows raise, hand continuing to caress you, “It is. It’s wrong that you’ve come over to Ashton’s best mate’s house.”

Fingers brush over your lacy panties, ever so slightly, and you’re sure he can feel the wetness already. Your hips buck, and your breath hitches.

You couldn’t do this.

“It’s wrong that you lied to him.”

Luke bites his lip, and you notice the growing bulge in his jeans. Fuck. He rubs you through the thin material slowly, and you don’t stop him. It’s so wrong, but his touch ignites a burning desire within you that Ashton never has.

“It’s wrong that you’re soaking already though,” he pushes your underwear to the side, and rubs your wetness around to prove his point.

You feel your cheeks blaze with embarrassment, and you swallow thickly.

He plunges a long finger into you, and you let out an unexpected moan, rolling your hips in need. Those piercing eyes bore into your own, taking in your reaction as he curls his digit, hitting your G-spot.

Adorable: you close your eyes, crying out, your small hands clinging to his arm. Luke got why Ashton liked you so much.

“Fuck,” he groans, biting his lip harder, just trying to keep himself from fucking you right there.

Your body trembles as he adds another finger, keeping up his torturously slow pace. You ache with desire, so much it almost hurts.

You want Luke - no, you need him.

He leans closer, and you can taste his heavy breath - it’s intoxicating, “I’m gonna fuck you good, yeah? Better than Ash does, clearly.”

And there it is - the guilt. It pulls you back to realisation. It needed to stop, you couldn’t do this to Ashton. He didn’t deserve it.

“We can’t. Ashton,” you sob, grabbing Luke’s wrist, stopping him.

He looks down at you softly, using his other hand to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, “..never needs to know.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he places a strand of hair gently behind your ear, “You’re just at your mate’s, catching up. He’ll never find out.”

He’ll never find out.

It’s so wrong, you know that. But it’s something you need right now. You’ll worry about the guilt later.

So, you do something you’ve been imagining since the first time you laid eyes on Luke: you grab a handful of his shirt, and crash your lips against his. He wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, skilfully moving it against your own.

Your earlier suspicions had been right - he had been drinking, and the taste was dangerously delicious.

The kiss is nothing like when you make out with Ashton. It’s desperate, intense, hot. Any gentleness from earlier had gone instantly, and his hands are all over you, squeezing your thighs. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head to the side, before hungrily suckling on your neck.

You whimper, running your hands over his stomach, feeling his abs, pulling at the hem of his shirt.

Luke pulls away, grinning at you with his reddened lips, and discards the shirt, much to your pleasure. He’s so damned hot. Then, he’s hiking up your dress, and pulling you on top of him, so you’re straddling him.

His rock hard cock is just beneath your pussy, and you’re drenched at the sensation. You grind against him wantonly, lifting your arms for him to pull your dress over your head.

Ablaze with need, you greedily lean into him, heatedly pushing his head to your boobs. He takes the hint, and latches his mouth to your nipple, teeth grazing over the bud, making you arch your back in pleasure.

You flush, cheeks reddened, looking at Luke from under lashes. You press onto him harder, a moan escaping your lips. You start to rock your hips back and forth, fingers digging into Luke’s shoulders.

If by some way possible, Luke gets harder. And you can feel his cock twitching beneath you.

Fuck. You wanted it. So bad.

It’s growing increasingly difficult to hold back as you rub yourself against him. Your blood is scorching through your body. The feeling of rough denim against your thin panties, pressed flush against your swollen clit, is driving you insane.

Luke can see how riled up you are (and he wondered if you were always this horny for Ashton, or was it just for him): your face flushed, head tilted back, and - fuck - was it turning him on.

He tensed his thigh, making you cry out, and grabbed your hips, pulling you down hard. You jolt, jerking uncontrollably.

Waves of fire wash through your body, and you push Luke’s hands away, feeling all too good. It’s hard to explain, but you need a moment to calm down. You struggle to steady your breathing, and bite down on your lip.

You’re too far gone to stop now - so - fuck it.

“Bet Ash can’t get you to come without even fucking you,” he teases, roughly grabbing your chin.

He licks a stripe down your neck and you shudder.

A smirk makes its way onto Luke’s face, and he licks his lips, “Babe, think you’re gonna need to cover those up.”

“What -” you use your phone’s camera as a mirror and gasp (ignoring the missed calls from Ashton). Deep purple marks are littered around your neck. So much for Ashton will never find out!

Shaking your head, you shove his chest, hard. “You fucking did that on purpose! What am I gonna do now!?”

You’re meant to be threatening, but he just finds it sexy.

Luke only lets out a low chuckle, pulling your hips down onto him again, sending shockwaves through your oversensitive clit, “You’re gonna get fucked by your boyfriend’s best mate, like the little slut you are.”

It should annoy you, him talking to you like that. It should piss you off, make you feel guilty even, But somehow his crude words manage to turn you on even more.

And he knows it, of course he fucking knows it.

But you can’t help it, your arousal is making you dizzy, and you need to feel him inside of you. Now.

“Fuck you,” you spit at him, clenching your jaw and putting on an annoyed facade.

Luke sees through it though, and grins, “Planning on it babe.”

Then it’s all too hasty. You’re pulling down your panties, and he’s taking off his jeans and boxers so you’re both naked. He pulls out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, and rolls it over his length.

His cock stands hard, and your mouth waters. It’s thick. Perhaps, not as thick as Ashton’s, you think, but it’s also much longer.

Much longer.

It must be about eight inches, and you’re quivering just imagining it inside you.

Luke pushes you roughly, so you’re lying on the couch. He’s already grinding his hips against yours, intentionally teasing you by rubbing his tip against your exposed clit.

“I’m not like Ashton,” he states, running his hand down his shaft, lubing it with your wetness. “I won’t go gentle on you.”

You exhale deeply, getting particularly frustrated at him, “Don’t go gentle then. Just, do something!”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re screaming my name, babe,” he glares at you, thrusting into you with ease, filling you to the brim.

This prompts a high pitched cry from you. Your legs are already clamping around him, drawing him closer to you as he slams his hips against your own. It’s almost as if he’s aiming to leave you bruised to give you even more visual reminders of your infidelity.

You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. But, in the best way.

Your boobs are bouncing from the impact of his thrusts, hands desperately roaming over his back, running your nails down his back in an attempt to get him back for the hickeys. This seems to backfire however, as he lets out a low groan, becoming even rougher. He slams over and over into your G-spot.

“Fuck! Luke,” you cry out, closing your legs around his waist even tighter.

He seems to like that, and brings his hand down to rub unforgiving circles on your clit, smirking at the way you moan and writhe beneath him.

“That’s it, scream my name.”

Luke continues to drive his hips into yours, and much like him, you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to last. “Luke, oh god!”

Your legs start to shake, and you heat up, searing pleasure blinding you as you clench around his cock, hoarsely crying his name as you reach your climax.

With a final thrust, Luke twitches, and promptly pulls out, rolling over to lie next to you, smirking, “You liked?”

“Fuck off,” you huff, already pulling on your clothes.

“Now, whenever he’s fucking you, you’ll be picturing me,” Luke laughs, “though I doubt he’ll even be able to get you off after that. You’ll be begging for my cock again.”

You narrow your eyes, “This was a one off, a mistake, okay. Just piss off.”

With that, you turn to leave, until he calls your name again. You stare at him expectantly, hands on hips.

His grin widens, “By the way, you might wanna buy a scarf or something to cover your neck.”

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fuckmesenselesscake · 5 years

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ALL I LISTEN TO IN MY CAR IN 5SOS FUCK EVERYONE ELSE

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crazymonkey10 · 6 years

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Cleaning Incident {Part 2}

Note: Finally finished it!!!! You guys have been wanting a part 2 and here it is ladies and gents, so enjoy this dirtiness and fill your mind with filthy imaginations!! Lmfao (Also sorry for any grammar errors, I'm still learning lol)

Warnings: Lots and lots of sexy filth and swearing!!

Calum Hood + Reader= Roomates

If you haven’t read the first one please do!!

Part 1

You were exhausted. Every mile toward your apartment was insufferable, while the only thought of being able to lay down in your bed and possibly getting some sleep was the only thing at this moment keeping you going. You were only in Calum’s oversized t-shirt and some shorts you had found in the backseat of your car. You had been driving all around town trying to buy some time before heading home and when your legs were starting to cramp up, you decided to just go ahead and drive on home. The street lights were already on considering it was only 8:40pm.

It had been 5 hours since Calum and ‘his girl’ kicked you out. You had hoped and wished by the time you park the car and walk through the doors of your shared apartment that She would be gone, but as soon as you gotten home and opened the door all your luck just went down the drain. There were clothes scattered around the living room.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you closed the door behind you and take your shoes off. The apartment was quiet, making you think that they had gotten tired and fell asleep. You wanted to stomp in there and yell at them to wake up and clean their mess, but you didn’t have the energy to do so as you just walked past the mess and into your bedroom.

It was past midnight when you were woken up by moans and loud banging. You tried your best not to listen as you closed your eyes to get some sleep, but it felt like it just kept getting louder and louder until you just had enough. You could feel yourself getting angrier while you got up out of bed and out the room.

You stumped up to his room door not giving a shit if you walked in on them fucking and slammed the door open.

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You screamed scaring the daylights out of them as you saw Grace quickly getting off of him, covering herself.

“What are you doing here (Y/N)?!” Calum asked, sitting up on the bed so damn fast as if he saw a ghost. You glared at him, wanting so bad just to go up to him and punch him for asking you that.

“I fucking live here Calum! And I’m trying to get some damn rest from driving all around town, so can you please SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS!!” You roared, trying your best not to cry right in front of them both. There were so many emotions and feelings running through your body this past week and you knew why. It was almost the time of the month and the littlest things always affect you but not as much as the big things. You were still hurt and now mad that he’s still fucking her as if what you guys did never matter to him. He looked at you studying your face as he tried to say something but couldn’t.

You gave them one last glare before slamming the door shut and running towards your room slamming your door also, to finally get some damn sleep.

You really liked Calum, you had liked him since the day you laid eyes on him. But now you just wish you hadn’t liked him.

*In The Morning*

Today was the day of the party and you needed to get somethings done and just pushing everything you had been feeling to the side. You had gotten up extra early before Grace, not wanting to be up when she’s still around and head down to the mall to shop for the decorations and some snacks that you would need tonight. Calum and you were supposed to do it together and pick stuff out, but you were still mad at him to even face him. As soon as you were done and felt happy with yourself, you decided to go ahead and check out so you could head on home and get stuff ready.

You walked through the door surprised to see the living room, not a mess as it was last night. Well, at least you don’t have to yell at Calum for his mess. You head towards the kitchen with your hands full of bags from all the things you bought. While laying them on the counter before your arms gave out, you heard the bathroom door open. You figured it was Calum or his girl causing you to lift up your head wanting to say a smart comment but only to be taken back when you saw Calum’s wet figure. Your eyes trailed to the small water droplets dripping down his toned chest his abs in full display, as he had a towel wrapped around his lower half a little lower on his hip bone causing you to bite your lip as your eyes moved down to his V line. You could feel yourself getting weak at the sight wanting to jump over this counter and fuck him.

Calum noticed you staring as he laid eyes on you, watching you bite your lip as your eyes moved further down. A smirk formed on his lips when he noticed the way you were slightly pressing your thighs together while you thought of him in ways he knew you wanted him. He walked towards the kitchen snapping you out of your trance as he moved up closer to where you were, looking down at you with that stupid smirk still on his face.

“You like what you see babygirl?” He spoke, his raspy morning voice burning through your ears. Chills sent through your body as he said that name. You could feel the wetness creating and soaking your panties as you looked up at him. It was like you could feel him touching you all over again even though he was barely close to you. But the memories of him and that girl from last night came back ranging in your head causing you to fight back your hormones and roll your eyes at him.

“Fuck off dipshit” you snared at him, looking down to start taking the stuff out the bags. Calum ignored your protest as he got behind you, feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Calum’s head dropped into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent.

You heavily sighed, getting away from his grip and walked towards the oven, turning it on and setting it to bake for the cookies.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” He frowned watching you grab a bowl out the cabinet along with the cookie mix. He was confused on why you walked away from him as he thought you would be all over him from the ‘incident’ yesterday.

You ignored him, walking here and there in the kitchen to get the ingredients for baking. You could feel his eyes watch every move you made.

“Uh hello? (Y/N)? Did you hear me?” He asked and stood beside you, waiting for a response, but of course, there wasn’t one. You didn’t even look at him and it made him a bit irritated and frustrated. He waited a little longer, hoping you would get tired of him looking at you and when he realized that you still wouldn’t say anything he rolled his eyes, a loud scoff being heard from him as he walked off his bare feet hitting the wood hard. You jumped a bit when you heard his room door slam shut causing the pictures on the wall move. You smiled to yourself realizing you made him mad.

Good.

All night was like fire with fire between you and Calum even when the party had started and all of his friends and yours were having more fun than you two were. You didn’t talk to him and nor did he. All you and Calum did was just give each other side glances every now and then as you were sitting down on the window seat in the living room while looking out into the empty streets. You were shocked that Calum didn’t have Grace over since he was more into her than he was with you. You were jealous and you knew that your thoughts roaming around your head of Calum and that bamboo bitch on top of him. You were glad she wasn’t here because if she was, she wouldn’t have left out without a good beating.

“Having fun?” You heard someone say interrupting your thoughts. You turn your head to see Ashton sitting beside you smiling.

“If sitting here staring out the window wanting this party to end is fun, then yeah I’m having fun in” You smiled and pointed around the room.

“Aren’t you the one to plan this party though.” He pointed out.

“Actually that was Calum and I just tagged along with it cause I live here too.” You sighed, watching Calum sitting on the sofa talking to some girl.

“Well, at least you get to watch Luke and his so-called ‘dancing’.” Ashton chuckled pointing at Luke in the corner of the room dancing.

You both watch his drunk dance moves before seeing him trip over thin air and fall to his face. A loud laugh irrupted from you as Ashton tried to hold his in but failing.

As soon as Calum heard your laugh he glanced over at you completely blocking out the girl he was talking to as she kept talking about getting an ass job. He felt himself getting uncomfortable, watching you laughing with Ashton. ‘You both was to close for his liking’ he thought, his blood boiling under his skin causing his grip on his cup tightens. Calum jaw tightly clenched when Ashton’s hand landed on your thigh, he had to fight everything he had in himself not to get up and punch one of his best friends. Calum’s eyes never left the sight of you and Ashton.

You could feel Calum’s eyes on you as you talked with Ashton but you just ignored him.

“It’s 11:57, we have 2 minutes before New yours is here” Ashton spoke. You could tell in his eyes he was happy about the New Year soon to come. You weren’t that fancy on getting happy for the New year, to you it just felt like another crazy and yelling year of living with Calum.

You looked towards Calum your eyes immediately catching his. You felt your heart flip as you scanned his expression. His veins showing perfectly as they pulse through his neck while his muscles were tense, staring at you sincerely. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look so damn fuckable right then and there. You decided to have some fun with him since he kept looking at you and Ashton. You laid your hand on Ashton’s lap while he was talking to you about something that probably wasn’t important. You watched his body tense up at your movements, a small smirk forming on your face. You figured this was a great way to get back at him, rubbing Your hand in slow motions on his muscular thigh.

“Guys it’s countdown time!” You heard Michael yell, quickly running towards the tv and turning it to the countdown in New York. You didn’t even bother joining the countdown as your eyes stayed glued on Calum’s. You squeeze Ashton’s thigh causing him to stop counting with everyone and look at you smirking.

As soon as they got to one you looked away from Calum and grabbing Ashton by the collar pulling him to lock lips with him. It was like everyone’s screaming and chaos was in slow motion as you, Calum and Ashton were the only ones moving regularly. His hand came behind your neck deepening the kiss. You didn’t realize Ashton was such a good kisser as he explored your mouth. You glide your hand up to his forming bulge palming him as he moaned into the kiss.

That was it. A low unknown growl left Calum’s throat as he got up jealousy overpowering him whilst he stomped over to you and aggressively pulling him off of you.

“Party’s over! Everyone out!” Calum roared, hurriedly kicking people out as he dragged his friend across the living room floor and out the front door. Once everyone was gone and out the house, leaving only you and him standing at the door.

“What the fuck (Y/N)?! Ashton? Really?” He asked closing the door trying to keep his cool. You rolled your eyes looking everywhere else but his. You didn’t really understand why he was overreacting over Ashton and had to shut the party down right after the New Year countdown. Calum became more frustrated than he already was when he realized you weren’t gonna talk to him.

“Will you talk to me?! Why won’t you fucking talk to me?” He furiously asked his tone being louder than he wanted it to.

“Why don’t you go ask the girl you was all over last night?” You muttered glaring away from his gaze. Then it hit him. You were mad at him for messing with another girl and this whole time you were just trying to get him back. Before you knew it your back hit the door a loud gasp escape you as you looked up to see his eyes. They were dark and full of lust, while a smug smirk appeared on his face. You bit your lip trying to hold back a moan from just how sexy he looked.

“Is that was this is all about? Huh? Me fucking someone that’s not you? Hm?” He hotly said, slipping his fingers between your legs. Your breathing hitched into your throat feeling his light touches on your inner thigh forming goosebumps.

“Only fucked you once and you already want me for yourself, hmm babygirl?” He utter moving a bit closer to you.

“This little pussy only wanting my cock for itself.”

He continued moving your panties to the side letting his fingers slide between your folds. You moaned instantly.

“God your already wet for me.” You braced up into his finger wanting more. “Looks like someone is a little needy.” He rasped pining your hips against the wall keeping you still.

“Calum.....” You whined.

“What is it babygirl?” He whispered, his hot breath fanning over your lips.

“I want your cock, please..” You beg, his thumb rubbing harsh circles around your clit, small throaty moans leaving you. Calum felt his cock throb, as you begged for his cock. He watched you crumble from his movements, feeling himself give in as he glanced at you. Your bottom lip poking out into a pout, your eyes looking down at his hard bulge hiding underneath his tight black jeans.

You sucked on your bottom lip as you decided to glide your hand down running your fingers up over the shape of his cock. Calum felt the head of his cock swelling with need.

“Please, I want to feel you inside me.” You whimper, squeezing him through the material of the jeans. A tight groan dropped from his lips. He moved his hand from your pussy and grabbed your hand from his cock while he grabbed your other hand, pinning them both against the wall beside your head.

He smashed his lips on yours tasting your strawberry chapstick as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into the kiss feeling him grinned his erection on your leg. Excitement ran through him causing his cock to twitch at the want of being in you already. He let go of you as he quickly started to unbutton his jeans and letting them fall down to his ankles along with his boxers, eagerly kicking them off. You groan at the sight of his thick cock remembering how good it felt inside you, filling you up.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of that tight little pussy of yours.” He growled making you whimper at his words. You hurriedly took off your panties as he yanked his shirt over his head. Before you were able to take your dress off, you felt his strong hands grab your waist and flipping you around. He lifts up your dress and smacks your ass cheek, earning a loud moan from you.

“Bend over.” He rasped giving your ass another slap. You bend over in front of the wall, spreading your legs a bit. You felt the head of his pulsing cock at your entrance rubbing your wetness around your hole. You started to get impatient as you started whining feeling yourself drip onto him.

“Cal-Oh fuck!” You gasp at the sudden fullness as he began to rock in into you. He used short, little thrusts until you grew accustomed to the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open. Your hands braced yourself against the wall in front of you, holding yourself up as Calum’s thrusts became heavier and harder. Little pants of air escaped you every time he pounded into you as he was pushing himself inside inch by inch until you were completely around him.

“God you feel so good babygirl.” He groaned, picking up his pace making sure to hit that spot that he knew would drive you crazy. You moved yourself back onto him wanting more as you rocked yourself on his cock.

“Mmmm yes babygirl, ride my cock.” He grunted, looking down at you fucking yourself on him. He hungrily watched you, grabbing your ass giving it a squeeze before slapping it once again.

Calum’s large hands found their way to your hips as he held onto them a way to help guide you on him, while he also used his grip to pushed himself into you. The sound of bare skin slapping each other and moans filling the room as he took you right there between the living room and kitchen.

A loud groan left you when Calum hooked your leg over his arm and positioned it so that your foot was supported on the little table stand next to you. You moaned uncontrollably as the angle worked so good for the both of you. Calum loved the sound of the pleasure he was giving you leaving your lips. With every thrust, he had you both closer and closer to your climax while he hit perfectly against your walls.

“Fuck babygirl, I’m all yours and your mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” He growled hammering up into you deeper with each word coming out of his mouth. It felt like your world was crumbling as your walls clenched around him, causing his thrust to become sloppily.

“Oh, Cal I’m so close.” You screeched, your breathing uneven.

“Yeah that’s it (Y/N) cum for me, cum all over my thick cock babygirl” he encouraged, moving his free hand around the front of you rubbing your clit. A squeal left your mouth, your nails clawing into the wall as the unexpected pleasure spring throughout your body in pure bliss.

You moaned as you held onto the wall for dear life and shrieked on the top of your lungs as you hit your climax. “Mmmm ooooh Calum!!” Calum quickly pressed his hand over your mouth not wanting to risk the neighbors hearing you screaming his name out.

A few more deep thrusts into your slick pussy and he hunched over, groaning into your ear loudly.

“Shit (Y/N) ” he moaned as he quickly pulled out and spilled his warm seed onto your ass covering it with his cum. You gasped and cooed as the warm liquid cover your ass and run down the back of your thigh. Calum lent over burying his head in the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses as he tried to catch his breath with his cock still deeply planted inside you.

“(Y/N) I’m really sorry for fucking another girl after with what we had.” He spoke as he helped you get into a standing position slowly pulling himself out of you.

“It’s fine, I don’t even know why I even got irritated about it. It’s not like we are dating.” You responded and turned to look up at him.

“Yeah.... Well...I-I..... really like you (Y/N) and I want this to work, even though I kinda fucked up a bit.” He nervously stated, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled feeling your heart racing, pumping pure happiness.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” You breathed, connecting your lips with his. His hands trailed down to your waist pulling you into him as you run your fingers through his locks messaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. He deepened the kiss exploring your mouth, feeling his insides tingle from your touch. You slowly pulled away only one centimeter away from one another.

“Go out with me?” He panted gazing into your (C/E)s.

“Mmmhm only if you’re up for another round” You smirked biting your lip. You heard him chuckle as a surprised squeal escape you from him putting his hands behind your thighs lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist with your hands still in his hair.

“Oh baby, it’s on.” He winked at you and smiled walking you both into his room

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lukeysgirl · 6 years

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valentine | c.t.h [smut]

concept: “we’re classic together like egyptian gold.”

words: 6k+

warnings: dirty as fuck bc sex and foreplay and all that shit yknow

authors note: im back to writing kinda!!! hopefully i can continue my series, the note tree, as well as finish my fic about calums thighs. much to do!

I M A G I N E

Brown eyes twinkle strongly upon the very sight of you as you pull on crimson stilettos. His gaze had been steady, his strong figure hovering over your smaller-in-comparison form. You could see his shadow behind you, smirking as you slipped on the other heel. Rising from the bed, you turn over to lock eyes with Calum, greeting him with a playful smirk.

You allowed a giggle to slip out, “you like?” Calum had to swallow spit into his dried throat, plump lips agape and jaw just barely being held up.

He walks towards you, having your eyes dart at his toned, veined hands coming over to scoop you at the waist. Gripping your gently, you felt the tips of his fingers just barely dent into your flesh as he began rubbing your sides up and down. Calum was more than content to admire the garnet dress that hugged your body nicely.

“I absolutely love,” Calum utters, his voice hoarse with his breath just a bit taken away from your beauty and composure to his touch. “You look too gorgeous to be seen, though.”

You puffed your cheeks after huffing, “it’s not that bad, is it?”

It was a simple garnet, strapless dress you had found in a thrift shop and got it restored by a steady-hand tailor. It caught your attention immediately and had you convinced when you felt the cotton inside of it. Not only was it comfortable, but it made you feel sexy and confident.

“I get quite jealous over you,” Calum hums playfully, one hand coming up to caress your cheek sweetly. “I can’t help myself when I have the honor to date someone has stunning as you.”

Your cheeks tint crimson, “d’you mind not making my cheeks match my outfit, bug? We have to leave in a minute and I don’t want the boys assuming we’ve done something fluster-worthy.”

Calum chuckles, his soft limps leaning to your forehead to bestow a gentle kiss on it. “I’ll grab one of my sweaters to bring just in case you get cold and then we can go downstairs. Sounds good?”

“Perfect.”

You felt dismal when Calum reeled his hands from your body to go to the shared closet for a sweater. Your eyes wondered on your boyfriends body as he did so, admiring his outfit as the two of you decided to somewhat ‘match.’

His toned torso was loosely hugged by a gold, blouse-like shirt. It had walnut-colored buttons and a collar, almost like a long-sleeved polo but much airy. Of course, it had been tucked into the wait of his black skinny jeans by a Gucci belt. His feet were hugged by black leather, lace-up shoes, in which you bought when he had taken you to Italy for a small escape. He looked good.

Too good.

“Alright baby, let’s go,” Calum announces, one hand holding a charcoal baseball jersey while the other offered to you. You smile, rushing carefully in your heels as you weave your fingers between his hard, callused ones. The two of you then descend downstairs and to the BMW awaiting to drive you two to Ashton’s house.

“She looks absolutely gorgeous tonight, Calum.”

There everyone had been at the party at Ashton’s place. People were ornate all over his large home, strobe lights beaming and their album blaring on shuffle. Bodies had been too close to one another, the situation become sweaty but too exciting to be bothered with the high occupation of space.

Ashton spewed the compliment as the two sat on white stools by his home bar. He hadn’t looked sore to the eye either, seeking as he wore a simple white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and similar shoes as Calums (except, if you asked him, he’d immediately say his step-fathers closet). With beers in their hands, Calum couldn’t help but smile goofy. Half due to intoxication, but the rest in genuine fascination of you.

“Doesn’t she?” Calum utters gently, his eyes set on your figure as you dance with a few lady friends you had met along the boys’ journey of making this album. Your hips swayed to the beat of ‘Want You Back’ with ease. “I’m so damn lucky, Ash.”

The drummer nods in agreement, his large hand bringing the beer to his lips to take another swig, “you should find your way to her soon.”

“Mm?” Calum hums in curiosity to his suggestion.

“I think those to guys over there,” Ashton gestured to his burgundy couches near you, “are eyeing your woman.”

Calum’s neck practically breaks as he turned his head to see the men that Ashton had made him aware of. And the curly-haired man was right: two slimy disgraces had their eyes placed on the thing that definitely wasn’t theirs to look at.

“Thanks for the beer mate,” Calum mutters, his eyes not even blinking as he places the half-full beer on the bar table behind him. He gives Ashton a pound before bouncing from his stool and strolling towards you. Ashton allowed a chuckle to escape as he finished his beer and grabbed Calum’s unfinished one.

As for you, you were dancing as if you had no care in the world.

Alcohol had been slushing in your brain, but you had been indulging in the moment too much to be asked. With the ladies sharing it with you, you happily moved your hips while singing along to the song with the others who had been doing the same.

“I know, you know,” you stretched your voice high and felt it break. “I,” you pointed to your chest before pointing to one of your girlfriends before you, “will never get over you!”

Before you could utter another lyric, you felt an arm slide around your hip. Suddenly frightened, you instinctively try to pull away and turn. But then a sudden whiff of familiar cologne intoxicates you further and you find yourself at ease once more. “M’sorry for scaring you, baby.”

Turning around, your rest your hands on Calum’s chest and smile contently, “hi, bug. When did you get here?” Calum chuckles before planting a kiss on your nose. You then watch as he turns over to the couch of men that had tortured his mind for a good minute. Your eyes follow and the two men seemed almost unfazed by Calums glare. “Baby, wass wrong?”

“Those guys over there,” Calum spoke, his eyes not moving, “have been staring at you. As if you aren’t taken. As if you’re not mine.”

“May I suggest?” You whispered, your hands snaking up to his collar to grab him closer. His attention was quickly placed on you as you smiled at him. “How about you don’t leave me alone?”

Calum chuckles, having him lean closer to you. You could feel his hot breath tickle your lips, having all sound become mute in your ears. The scent of the beer he had drank was intoxicating you further, having you desperately itch for his lips to connect with yours.

“I should have never left you alone in the first place.”

With that, lips collide and you felt an intense rush of euphoria pour all over you. His coral lips were soft and inviting, feeling his warm tongue slide along your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but nip his top plump lip, desperate for more of him attacking your mouth. His tongue penetrates between your lips, swirling around your own. Calums hands slide down to your bottom, squeezing it as your hands eased up around his sweaty neck.

It was embarrassing to think that your hormones had been explosive like fireworks, but Calum Hood tended to do that to you. During the most inconvenient moments, this man only dares to breath and you get excited from his mere existence. It almost bothered you to know that he had so much control over you without even lending a single touch.

You suddenly wished for his lips to never part his, but of course, all good things come to an end.

“Calum!” The two of you were brought back to reality, with the end of Want You Back reentering your ears. The voice calling for your boyfriend was no more that the Muke duo of Luke and Michael. Calum held you to the side as the dirty blonde and platinum blonde boys push through the crowd to be before you.

“Boys,” you greeted with a yell.

“Hi Y/N!” Luke cheered with a bubbly wave, having you giggle as his curls danced with the bobbing of his head. He then turns to the Maori boy, who seemed quite vexed. But the two boys were oblivious of it as Luke holds his shoulder, “we’re performing, like, now.”

“Uh, what?” Calum was deadpanned. Michael quickly joined as he held his other shoulder.

“What do you want to perform?” Michael asks, having Calum taken aback at the sudden pressure. His lips were open but nothing came out, having you giggle a bit as the two boys intensely gazed at their fellow band mate.

“Fucking,” he starts, “I don’t know, you guys pick!” Michael stares at Calum distantly as Luke gives up and looks over to you. His large hands cup your bare shoulders, having Calum once again glare at his touch upon you.

“Y/N, it’s all up to you now,” Luke presses. “Choose a song.”

“Eh?” Your heart was racing again, having the pressure handed over to you as you looked into Luke’s ocean eyes. He was counting on you and you were too drunk to even really comprehend his request. “I-I think...”

“Luke, hands,” Calum hissed, but the loud sound of the crowd was far too deafening for Luke. “Luke!”

“Hold on!” Luke spat, having you quickly think up which songs had Calum’s best vocals. What is it again? That one course from Sonic Riders...

“Luke!”

“Babylon!” All the boys stared at you, with a bit of the surrounding crowd giving you a look from your sudden loudness. Your cheeks flushed more than it had already been when your lips were loving on Calums. “S-sing Babylon,” you repeat, your voice much lower.”

“Lifesaver,” Luke breathes, having Michael rush towards the stage with an ecstatic scream, having the crowd he runs past cheer and give him pats. You couldn’t help but giggle as Calum ripped Luke’s hold of you and had him chased away to the stage as well.

“Hey,” Calum begins quietly, his hands back on your waist as you two locked eyes, “keep your eyes on me please?”

“There’s nothing else I want to look at,” you reply quietly, puckering your lips. He chuckles before obliging, giving you a loving peck on the lips before trailing the other boys and bouncing on stage. But you soon followed in the chase, wanting to be at the very front to see the boys play on the ‘stage,’ which had just been Ashton’s living room.

“Hey!” Ashton quickly yelled into his mic, which was always way smaller than his hand every time he gripped it, “we’re 5 Seconds of Summer, but if you’re here, you must obviously know that.” He itched out a few laughs from the crowd, including yourself.

The crowd encourages, including yourself, as you all clap and holler for the boys. Ashton picks up his drumming sticks and bashes it with each number he yells. Once he hit 3, Michael quickly begins a gentle strum on his guitar. Then Calum walks up to his mic, having your heart stop as you stand before him.

“I thought we had a place, just our place, our home base, my headspace,” Calum sings, winking at you as his bass hung from his body.

You had been mouthing the words along with him, his eyes refusing to leave yours as he sang. He was ever so handsome, with that defined jawline and lips plump and lip from swiping his tongue on it after every few lines. His small, black curls had been matted on his forehead, but the sweat made his tan glisten and he only looked that much more handsome.

Music no longer sounds and you’re stuck in a trance under Calum’s gaze.

You loved him. No, you adored him. Everything about his bashful personality and that very squishy face of his had made him one of the most perfect beings to ever exist on the earth. When you had met him, you were pretty much a bittersweet deal. Sly remarks and sarcastic comments had somehow captured his heart and you two were suddenly in a tango worth of a relationship.

Calum fell in love with you with ease it seemed. He loved the way you could defend yourself with that very spicy personality of yours. He loved the way you acted shy and get all fuzzy inside whenever you two were alone and he had told you words that made you melt. He loved getting to hear your words and watch you as you just exist in his life.

You were everything to him. The air he breathes, the music he listens to. You’re the inspiration that drips all his lyrics into those very lyric journals of his. You are the very thing that makes him want to do the things he could’ve never imagined. Calum has made it to the point in which he cannot see his life without you in it and you felt the exact same way with a happy smile and a mental ‘ditto.’

Before you realized it, the song had come to an end and only cheers were to be heard all around.

But your eyes had stuck on your boyfriend as he returned his bass on its holder and made his way to you. Hands once more attached to your hips, you looked at him with glowing eyes and a permanent smile. Calum’s lips couldn’t help but curve themselves into a grin as well as he leaned and planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

“How’d I do?” He asked, his breath hot and tingling upon your lips. His breath was practically out, sweat melting out of his pores as you stared at him nice and well. Calum’s voice was just a bit hoarse after singing, but it did just a bit too much to your body.

“Horrid,” you joked, “absolutely garbage, babe.”

Calum playfully frowns. He lifts one hand up to your nose and pinches it just enough not to hurt but to bring discomfort. “You’re quite rude, love.”

“Excuse yourself,” you huffed, weakly slapping away his hand as the two of you share laughs. Before you two could continue your small chat, Luke comes to your two with Sierra wrapped under his arm.

Y/N!” Luke slurred, having you guess that he was also pretty drunk, “did we suck?”

You giggle, watching as his curly blonde hair falls perfectly upon Sierra’s light oak hair. “You didn’t suck too bad. I think Calum performed the worst, don’t you think?” Luke snorts, having Calum pinch your side as you attempt to move away from him. “Aye!”

“You were being rude, mind you,” Calum gushes, having his arm keep hold of you during your attempts to escape his hold. Sierra and Luke laughs as you give in and allow Calum to hold you however he pleases.

“I just noticed,” Sierra hums, one finger waging about the both of you, “are you guys supposed to be like, matching kind of?” You could feel Calum’s huge grin as he begins fixing his new hold on you.

“Yeah,” you grinned, reaching behind as Calum decided to hold you from the back. You pinched the shoulder of his yellow shirt, “’we’re classic together like Egyptian gold,’“ you say with your index and middle fingers being curled. “And since the song is called ‘Valentine,’ I figured I’d dress in red.”

Sierra squealed, “you guys are too cute!”

Calum allows an exuberant grin to form at his lips, “more like she’s the cute one. I’m honestly just her accessory.” You rolled your eyes, jerking your bottom against his crotch friskily.

“More like he’s a liar and it’s the other way around,” you insisted, your cheeks flushed from his cute comment anyways as Calum’s hold around your torso tightens just a bit. You had always felt safe in his built arms, feeling the sweaty muscles of his upper arms protect your shoulders kindly.

Luke shrugs, “I dunno, I think Calum might honestly be her accessory.”

As Sierra and you laugh at him, you suddenly feel a bulge dig into your behind. Your cheeks began to burn hotter as you bought your hands up to cover his own rather huge ones. He begins to wiggle it about, having your pussy throb from eagerness and desire. You begged that Sierra and Luke were continuing the conversation as though you two were listening and barely being aware that you two were actually the complete opposite of. What you were truly waiting for was for Calum to say or do anything else but make you more frustratingly horny.

He then brings his plump lips to your ear, nibbling the lobe politely before whispering, “I want you upstairs to the guest room. Now.”

You gulped, allowing the party to reenter your attention span. ‘Talk Fast’ blares from the speakers while the crowds talks and cheers roared between the lyrics. Sierra and Luke were distracted by it (thank the lord) as Luke sings to her completely piss drunk.

Your needy characteristic began to taunt you in twinges as you feel Calum let you go. Your intoxicated state was still driving you for most of the party as you felt a little light headed but with an abundance of energy soaring through your bones. You went closer to the two before you and spill, “I’m going to use the bathroom, guys.”

Sierra and Luke nod before the very tall man returns to bobbing his head intensely as Sierra attempts to keep at his pace. You glance back at your lover, giving him a seductive smile before walking through the crowd to find your way to the staircase. You ensured to walk with your curves just going side to side as you made your way to the staircase.

Quickly, with a gentle tread, you ascend the stairs and begin your way down the hall. Your heels clicked down against the white tiles, listening to them clink as ‘Talk Fast’ begins to sound muffled. You find the room you had aimed for, your hand on the cool gold knob as you give it a twist and enter the room.

It was always a nice guest room, if you were asked. Walls splashed a light grey with one wall decorated with the inside of bamboo. A warm cream carpet swallowed the floor with paintings of pastel flowers in the forms of constellations. Light bulbs hung casually from the ceiling in lanterns, giving the room a fair dimness with lamps by the bedside tables just in case the room is requested to be brighter. Then there was the king sized bed, ornate with mint and pearl-white sheets, blankets, and pillow covers.

A kind smell of lavender enters your nose as you close the door behind you. Removing your stilettos, your feet were happily free and content to feel the carpet right underneath. You could feel the beat of the song blast right at your feet, the vibrations coursing through your body with ease. You had almost feel bad to rid of the nice scent and generous feeling of the room, knowing what Calum’s plan was to do in it.

But thankfully you didn’t have to think on it long as a few seconds later, Calum enters the room.

“Baby girl,” Calum quietly emits, closing the door and locking it with a ‘click’ sound. You turn to face him, seeing him glow from the sweat and the very sight of you. His black curls were matted on his forehead, his chubby cheeks flushed and his plump lips shiny and absolutely inviting.

“You just gonna stand there,” you begin, a mischievous smirk playing at your lips, “or are you gonna do something?” Calum bites his bottom lip, pearly whites just barely showing before he goes to you.

“Baby, don’t tempt me so much,” he growls, hands latching to your hips to gently push you behind on the bed. Your heart races like mad as Calum hovers you, his shadow coating your body below you. “I’m already hard as is.”

“Then maybe you should do something about it,” you whisper, looking into his brown orbs with poppy-seed pupils dilating just at your words.

Immediately, Calum’s lips find themselves on your neck, attaching them with ease. You could feel him suck your flesh eagerly, feeling the pain mixed with pleasure from his marking. Your heart beat focuses on your neck as you feel Calum still your breath on the very spot he focuses on. You find your hands burning for something to hold as you grip upon his flowing yellow shirt.

“You okay, baby?” He whispers on your neck, having you silently nod in confirmation. You could feel a smile press against your neck as he slides his tongue on the deep bruise he has made. “Just making sure.”

His hand goes to grab the dress by your stomach, but your hands latch around his wrist to stop him. “Calum, if you rip off my dress, I will be going home nude.” Calum immediately lets go, his cheeks flushing.

“M’sorry,” Calum mutters shyly, “I forgot we weren’t home.”

Attempting to wash away the awkwardness, Calum’s hand crawls up to the chest area of the strapless and aggressively pulls it down to reveal your lovely breasts. You always looked away, feeling ever so shy whenever Calum looked at your body. He’s already seen it countless times, but you’ll never resist looking away.

“Beautiful.” The tips of his fingers lightly graze down the center of your chest, feeling goosebumps rise all over your collarbones and shoulders. Your mounds feel the cool air, with your buds perking up from the exposure. Calum’s touch is lifted to only then grab your right breasts.

“F-fuck, Calum,” you moan, head thrown back as he gives it slow, kind squeezes. Calum loved your chest so much, adoring it’s softness and their personal perfection. He leans his head down to latch his lips on the other, feeling the very crowns of his teeth tug at your nipple with ease. He sucked harshly, having your body subconsciously thrust up against his own.

“Yes, darlin’?” He hummed against your breast, feeling his hot breath pour all over your bud as you felt jolts of hormones strike your flower. Calum could feel you lightly squirming under him, yielding a cocky smirk from him. “It seems like you want something, yeah?”

“Mm..hm..” you just barely force out, feeling your nipple being twisted and tugged between his callused fingers. “Y-you know what I want...” Calum raises an eyebrow, lowering his head down to once more pay attention to your breast.

“I haven’t got a clue actually.” Calum plays dumb, “you’re gonna have to tell me, beautiful.” His teeth nibble down at your breast towards the very in between of them, sucking and tugging in order to produce yet another bruise.

“Fuck o-off Calum,” you growl through your gritted teeth, “you have every f-fucking clue...”

“Do I?” He remarks, dragging his tongue to your other breast that he’s being handsy with.

“You do.” Your toes were practically curling, feeling your panties drown in your juices. “Calum, p-please...”

“Please what?” Calum murmurs against your skin, running your blood absolutely wild. “You have to use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

He resumed taunting you with his glorious touch and sinful lips, leaving marks that you’ve completely lost count for. His knee was dug into the bed and right between your legs, having them forced to be separated. His other arm was keeping him up, his hand just next to your neck as he resumed pushing you to the edge.

“Calum!” You squealed right then, having Calum halt all his actions, “p-please fuck my pussy...”

You could feel Calum grinning above you, having you keep your eyes locked on the side somewhere. Your thoughts were just clouded with the thoughts of Calum and him going down on you, but you knew that those thoughts only led to a wetter pussy and a cherry-like face. But you felt your suspicions run high as Calum had continued to do nothing while still hovering above you.

“Are-,” you felt something get stuck in your throat for a moment, “aren’t you going to do something...”

“Mm, I am,” Calum whispers, his face going down closer to your ear, “but I think I want a taste of you before I fuck you. May I have permission to taste my sweet princess?”

Your face was as red as blood, “p-permission granted.”

Calum moved swiftly, getting both feet grounded as his hands slide down to your thighs. Sneaking under them, you felt his fingers gently dent into your flesh to push you more towards the headboard. You felt your back rub against the cotton blanket, your eyes going shut as your feel Calums hands rub your inner thighs.

His fingers rub closer to your flower, having your hands quickly grab onto the bed as harshly as you may. You heard a chuckle escape his lips right then, likely watching your desperate actions. You feel his hands pull up your dress just a bit, just to move the skirt away from his goal. Fingers wrap around the sides of the panties at your hips, having him halt right then.

“Baby girl,” Calum begins, “we’re keeping the dress just fine, but this small thing is replaceable.”

“C-Calum!”

Without real warning, Calum rips away your black thong with ease. You felt the rip at your ass, the very lingerie item as thin as a string. You weren’t necessarily upset, but just the fact that his audacity is that high had you on edge. But before you could really lecture him on it, you felt his rough thumbs begin to rub up and down your lips.

“Mmph...” you moaned, forcing your legs to be still even though his touch was sending you over the moon. Calum’s middle finger drags up to your clit and begins rubbing gentle circles, having goosebumps rise all around. He gets just a bit more aggressive, rubbing harsher and faster as you felt his warm breath against your entrance. “F-fuck me, Calum...”

“Right after I have a snack love, promise,” Calum jokes before dipping his tongue into your entrance. Your toes curl harsher, hands full of smooth sheets while nose is filled with the euphoric scent of lavender and your hormones. You felt his cool tongue slither in, feeling your walls clench tightly around his tongue. You resumed dropping light moans and erotic sounds that only hardened Calum’s cock.

“You taste heavenly,” Calum hums against your flower, his tongue pushing in deeper in attempts to reach your spot. But seeing his attempts are proven in vain, you feel his tongue dip out only to be refilled with 3 of his fingers. “Let’s see if I can have more...”

“C-Calum, that’s s-so much,” you moan with a pleasured shudder. You could feel your wet pussy coat his fingers with your juices. They slush with every hard thrust he does with his fingers, having you arc your back in pure bliss. “F-fuck, Calum...”

After a few more of pushing in and out, Calum completely removes his fingers. You just barely open your eyes to see his fingers shiny and new as your juices drip down his hand and roll down his forearm. “Just a snack,” he chuckles before raising his fingers to his lips. Seductively, his flamingo-colored tongue swirls around and licks up every bit of your juices he managed to accumulate. But you were still leaking, feeling your wetness roll down your pussy and right under your thighs.

“C-Calum,” you moaned, looking him straight in his brown orbs as his plump lips were shiny of your precum, “can you fuck me now p-please?”

Calum sucks his index finger and releases it with a pop, “since you look so cute begging for it, I’ll do as you please.”

Releif washes over you as Calum retreats from the bed and stands before you. You hold yourself up by your elbows, holding your head up to watch your boyfriend strip before you just a bit. Calum keeps his eyes locked on yours, bottom lip held firmly between his teeth as the clinking of his belt unbuckling is the only thing to sound. You could see his bulge begging for release in his black jeans, having your eyes eagerly watch there as Calum fits his thumbs in between his hips and pants and pulls it down slowly.

“You’re a fucking tease,” you huff, having Calum laugh softly as he slowly pulls his pants where they need to be. Thick, toned thighs are revealed to you and you suddenly forget why you were a bit angry. White underwear still covers his cock as it flings right up from the release of those tight jeans.

“It’s what I do.” Calum cockily shrugs and you can’t help but think: what a cheeky bastard. His hands go up to his shirt, unbuttoning it just a bit to show what’s yours. His toned torso, with the tattoos of the feather and the ‘MMXII’ ornate beautifully by his prominent collarbones. He begins to roll up his sleeves, allowing your eyes to adore the ink that also beautifully kisses his upper left arm. “Distracted, love?”

“There’s a piece of art before me,” you mumbled with ease, a soft smile playing at your lips, “art cannot go unseen.”

“Though you’ve seen me countless times,” Calum spews a counter.

“And yet I never get tired of it.” You smile widely. “You’re my favorite piece.”

That finally caught Calum just a bit off guard as his cheeks tint pink. You giggle, having Calum gently get on top of you and start kissing your lips. You felt his lips tug your bottom lip, his cool tongue swiping along it teasingly. His lips were warm and ever so inviting, the taste of beer and you residing in his mouth. While he was loving on your lips, you could hear him reaching over the bed to the table and pulling at the drawer. His hand sifts about while his lips single out your tongue and begins to suck on it. But he quickly lets go in frustration.

“Fucking,” Calum begins, “where the fuck are these damn condoms?” As he complained, your arms wrapped around his neck and you reached up to attach your lips to his neck. Calum spills a quiet ‘oh’ as you tug at his neck contently. His cologne intoxicated your further, having you kiss all around to savor it during his search for a condom. “Finally...”

The plastic wrap sounds through, having you drop back down on the bed with your chest heaving from Calum’s fondling and the burning horny state you were currently in. Calum gets on his knees and sits upright, pulling his Calvin Kleins down to deal with opening the condom. You could hear the thump of his boner slap against his stomach, with a sigh of relief coming right after. You giggle, seeing his 7-inch cock flush with precum drooling from the tip.

“Please fuck me already,” you plead, your eyes wide and ogling at his long, excited cock. Calum chuckles as his slips on the lubricated condom around his cock, spilling a few horny curses from merely touching it. He hovers you once more, eyes locked on yours, noses just a few inches apart. One of his hands disappear to his cock to aim properly, feeling his tip just barely sealing your cunt with ease. But he stills himself once more, smiling warmly.

“D’you hear that, baby?” Calum asks.

You suddenly allow yourself to pay attention to everything else, as you were completely distracted by Calum to recall that you’re in Ashton’s house while a party was still being held. A tame beat comes through, surging through your blood as you recognized it immediately. Eyes widening, you look at Calum and see his eyes practically sparkle at the sight of you.

“I, love. the light in your eyes ‘n the dark in your heart,” Calum sings to you quietly, planting warm kisses upon your lips, that were chapping up slowly but you couldn’t give a single care in the world at that moment. “You, love, our permanent chase and the bite of our bark.”

Your hands cup his cheeks quickly, your thumbs rubbing along his jawline as you aggressively pulls his lips to yours. You could feel Calum slowly filling you up, his hard cock entering you with ease. Your juices allowed him to slide in quickly, having you throw your head back from it. The only thing you could let out was his name, spilling from your lips repeatedly as Calum’s fingers dug into the sheets beneath you. He brings his lips down to your ear, his breath ragged and heated from the intimacy.

“We’re classic together like Egyptian gold,” Calum sings into your ear before he begins to thrust harder and faster. He had been hitting in you balls deep, going in and out to only get closer to your release. Each thrust hit your g-spot, having your spurt curses in pure euphoria.

“B-babe,” you sputter, your fingers threatening to cut into the sheets, “y-you’re going too h-hard and f-fast, I’ll be--”

“I know,” Calum grunts in agreement, “s-same here. You’re always so fucking tight when we fuck and I love it s-so much.”

You purposely clench around him, tightening your pussy as Calum begins to lose it. You could hear ‘Valentine’ mixing in with the beat in which Calum was fucking you. He was more than ready to come, but the boy had been too stubborn to admit to it until you were closer. He had been so focused on such that green veins had become prominent on his forearms to keep himself on the bed while still being able to fuck you good and hard as you deserve to be.

“Princess, are you okay?” Calum asks to reassure, having your heart melt immediately from it. He had still been thrusting, but slower and much more gentle than a moment prior. But, of course, your personality had to ring true in every situation. Even the ones that were much to intimate to be bothered with.

“I won’t be if you don’t make me cum right now,” you sassed, having Calum glare down at you playfully.

“Consider it done, love.”

Instantly, Calum recollects his fast, harsh pace. You resume practically screaming your lovers name, being only seconds away from coming. And just right then, your release came and the only thing to be heard was Calum’s long, husky, dragged ‘fuck.’ Chests having, high running, brain finally sobering up. Everything had been falling into place perfectly as you and your lover came together.

Calum quickly exhausted himself, pulling off the filled condom and throwing it about to the side. Cum still oozed from his tip just a bit as he pulls up his boxers and lays down beside you. He swallows you in his arms, having you tiredly scoot your back against his body and properly pull up your strapless and pull down the skirt of it.

“Mmmm,” Calum hums while your hands rush up to play with his, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you more,” you mumbled, a wide smile sticking on your face with pure glee. Calum digs his face into the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses in it.

“I love you most,” he whispers. “My beautiful valentine.”

And just like that, the two of you were sprawled about the guest bed, drained and still riding out your highs. The scent of lavender was interrupted by the musk of the both of your releases with you focused on the chipping of Calum’s black nail polish. ‘Valentine’ had come to an end long ago as the party-goers were completely oblivious to what had taken place just above them.

pls like, reblog, n tell me what u think in my ask?? tysm xx

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5sosunited101 · 1 year

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Check out one of my favorite story ideas to date. 5sos are human just like us and the things you do and say can really affect a person. Join me on discovering how each member of 5sos overcomes negative thoughts to push though to continue to do the things they love most of all.

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boytoynamedcalum · 6 years

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STILL one of my fave tweets from any member of 5sos. DO. NOT. LET. THIS. DIE.

#I can’t seem to find it on my blog #idc I’m reposting #this was way too funny to EVER let die down #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #5sos au #5sos blurbs #5sos dirty imagine #5sos imagines #5sos preferences #5sos smut

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victimofthemusic · 5 years

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Ashton Irwin Dirty Dancing fic??

Would that be something of interest? I’m already working on it, but I’m not sure if I want to post or not...

#ashton irwin #5sos #5 seconds of summer #five seconds of summer #michael clifford #michael 5sos #calum hood #5sauce #calum 5sos #luke hemmings #dirty dancing #fic #5sos imagine #ashton imagine #ashton five seconds of summer #ashton one shot #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ash 5sos #ask

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aestheticwritingz · 4 years

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Time of Our Lives (5SOS) part 1

PLEASE READ:

Hello guys! I’m back with this short story series. For the sake of the story, the “Y/Ns” are not the same person, considering there will be “different” ones for each guy - but I write them like that so you guys can enjoy as you would in regular fics. I picture this type of story like a movie, so I tried to write it so that you can imagine the setting and situations very well. warnings: ashton smut here; dirty talk, choking, quickie & more Enjoy reading & send feedback! Part 2 coming sooner than you think.

Saturday, 6:17 AM, the morning after

Calum woke up under the bleachers, barely able to move any part of his body. The sun rose over the nearby hills, hitting his body sprawled over the grass. He rubbed his eyes, trying to comprehend what happened the night before. This morning, even.

“I’m never drinking again.” he thought, trying to lift himself off the damp grass. He tried to reach for his phone, that was supposed to be in the pocket, but sadly, that wasn’t the case. Instead, he found a small piece of paper that had a few random drawings on it, but a written sentence beneath, that said:

“And she held the cup. 49832″

“What does this even mean?”

As he was trying to process things that were happening around him, he noticed two people laying far away from him. One of them was a girl for sure, considering she wore a skirt, and she had really nice legs as Calum thought. The other was a guy, still holding a can of beer, but Calum couldn’t figure out who they were, yet. He at least hoped he would find his wallet in the other pocket, but rather found it on the ground near him. Calum checked if anything was gone, but the only thing he noticed missing was a condom.

“Did I have sex last night?”

And then, it started coming back to him.

But, let’s go back a couple of days first.

Thursday, 11:14 AM

“Do you sincerely think your plan will work? Like really, think about it.... like really.” Michael exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair. “First of all, it’s our plan. Second, I got it all set, have you not been listening to what I was saying?” Calum said, closing his locker as they started walking to their class, meeting Luke and Ashton on the way.

“I can’t wait to tell them the plan,” he said, referring to the other two guys coming their way. “Let’s ditch this class either way.”

Paul’s Diner, 11:37 AM

“So..if I got it all clearly,.. you want to ask the principal of school to make our senior party in school tomorrow night, since tomorrow is the last day of school..ever?” Ashton said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Mhm,” Calum smirked.

“..And spend the night of the last day of school...in school?”

“I told you so Calum, this makes no sense-” Michael stressed, but Ashton cut him off.

“Awesome! I love it! When are we going to talk to the principal?”

“What?” Michael said confusingly.

“Damn right, Ashton’s on board!” Calum rubbed his palms together, and snapped them on the table of the old diner they decided to spend their 3rd period at.

“What about alcohol?” Luke said, knowing that anyone in school won’t actually let them drink on their watch. “We will sneak it in, that’s not a problem. I talked with the girls earlier, they have few ideas already.” Calum said, talking about their friends, who got in trouble but had so much fun with the boys every single time.

“What about music?”

“DJ that played Michael’s birthday party. I got it all covered guys. You just have to show up, and make me persuade the big guy to make this happen.”

“Sounds like a plan to me then,” Luke smiled and Calum could do nothing but jump on the top of the seat and clap his hands. “Alright, so this is how we do it.”

Principal’s office, 12:11 PM

"Let me see if I understood you clearly. You want to throw a party in school tomorrow night?”

“How many times am I going to be asked this question today?” Calum muttered to himself, proceeding to roll his eyes. “Yes. We would like that so we can spend the last time in school being around classmates and having fun. Dance a little, and stuff like that you know,” Calum laughed and principal gave him a confused look.

“You see, what Calum wants to say, we want to leave a school with a bang.” Ashton continued, and it obviously made the situation way worse.

“Sir, is it possible to have a party here at such a short notice?” Luke interrupted, trying to make the whole conversation at least sound better, in order to make Mr. Simmons even think about the idea. “Well, it is a short notice, but I guess we can work it out. However, there are a few things you have to respect in order to make this happen. We can’t spend any more school budget because of the trouble at prom that happened, that cost this school a lot and- I won’t even talk about it,” “That was funny, though,” Ashton laughed, Calum following shortly behind him, as Michael hit the both of them on the arm.

“Anyhow, you are on your own about that. School will allow if you students would like to raise some money for music, decorations, snacks and drinks but no alcohol. If anyone breaks these rules, even though the school is over, it will go to your records and affect your applications to college, and I promise you this.” Simmons said sternly. “And also, the party could only last until 11 PM.” “What?!” Calum yelled and after trying to make Mr Simmons rethink his choices, it was in vain.

“You are known in school as troublemakers. Don’t make me change my mind. You have one day to plan everything.” And with that, they left the office.

“Good thing my parents leave tomorrow morning for a business trip, huh?” Calum smirked, leaving the boys in shock. “And you didn’t think to mention that? Why should we even hang out in school in the first place?” “I will explain everything... when it’s the right time”

The guys entered the school radio room and notified everyone there will be a party, where to give as much money as they can and when the party will be held. Not much to their surprise, everybody was down to go. They organized a bunch of friends to raise money, pick up the drinks and food and girls to decorate the gymnasium. Calum’s house, 3 PM

“Don’t you get it? This doesn’t change anything. The only reason I wanted to make that party happen is to distract the guards, shut off security cameras and leave the door of the fields unlocked, so we can go there before the sunrise.” Calum explained. The thing with this was, once a guy who knew a guy who knows a guy told Calum that someone was caught on the field in the middle of the night after some senior party, then got arrested for trespassing and couldn't get into college that year. Hence, they set up the cameras, and Calum wouldn't let his senior year be over before spending the last sunrise on the benches or in the middle of the field drinking beer, just like his older sister and generations before did. On the other hand, they couldn't do it during the day, there were no distractions and everyone working in the school were there. “Either way, party at my house will start at 11PM, so boys get to tweeting and sending messages about the party.”

"About the wild plan to shut off security cameras..Do you realize that’s illegal? How are even going to do that?"

"Here's how. Picture it."

Ashton’s garage, 9PM

Opening the last beers they had, Ashton, Michael, Luke and Calum talked through the plan they had. The sun was beginning to set in the suburbs, creating a nostalgic feeling in each one of them. Even more so, as they talked through memories they made in high school and how everything will be different once the summer ends. They tried not to get too sentimental, considering all the other things they had to make happen.

They knew this was more than just an occasion to drink and dance. They knew that after this, they wouldn’t see some people for a long time, so this was an excuse to get a proper goodbye.

“So, about the house party, what do we need?” Ashton broke the silence between them.

“Well, as usual. Drinks, cool lights, sound system, music. Chicks,” Calum laughed, although he wasn’t far from the truth.

“I have good lights, I will bring them first thing in the morning, after your parents leave. Mikey, how are we on the speakers?” Ashton said.

“Will be delivered first thing in the morning as well.” He responded, taking a big gulp from his beer can.

“Yes, sir. I will make a good playlist of party songs, about one hundred. Enough to play until everybody gets drunk. Then, we play it all again, people won’t even notice.” Calum added.

“Hook up rooms?” Luke asked.

“My room is off-limits for anyone except us, as always. Master bedroom, Mali’s old room, and the room in the basement, they are all available.”

“Cool. What about the drinks, though? How are we on money?” “Should we get beer, vodka and tequila? Those are the usual, and tell people to bring some of their own and we can get some snacks, is that cool?” Michael said.

“For sure, sodas and maybe orange juice. Lemons for tequila shots too.” Calum added.

“So we got it all set. Get to texting people boys!” Ashton exclaimed, picking up his phone.

The night was wearing off and the boys decided to head home. Getting on their bikes and skateboards, they said goodbye to Ashton and rode off. That’s when he got a message.

Y/N’s POV, 9:41PM

“I wanna see you.”

I had to text Ashton. I knew that he wanted to see me just as much as I wanted to see him. It’s been a while, too much for the both of us. After we decided to take a break, it wasn’t really going as we planned. Occasionally, when we saw each other at a party for instance, we would hook up and ignite the sparks again, making it harder to move on. We knew very well we could never take a break for good, there was just something between us. Sparks, fire, desire - you name it. He knew I was his always, but I knew that he was mine as well. Hence, the text.

“I want to see you too.” He was quick on response, and that’s all it took for me to get dressed and sneak out of my house.

Not long after, I was in front of Ashton’s garage, throwing small rocks at his window above. Light turned on and I saw a silhouette of his naked torso, but soon he disappeared as he went for the door. He quietly opened his back door, motioning with his hand towards him - a sign for me to come inside even more quietly.

“I don’t think my parents are asleep yet, I can hear the TV-” He started but I cut him off as soon as I stepped in. I attacked his lips hungrily with mine, and we started our make out session filled with fire and desire right there in his kitchen. He pulled away quickly, realizing someone could hear us.

“Let’s go upstairs.” He whispered, pulling me towards him and leading me to his room.

“I missed you Ashton.” I whispered as we were going up the stairs.

“I missed you too Y/N. I’m going to show you just how much.”

That alone sent shivers down my spine, anticipating what’s going to happen next - but I already knew. As soon as we got to his room and he locked the door, I started taking my clothes off, him following soon after with the same action. Ashton pushed me gently on the bed, quickly hovering above me as we started making out. He immediately grabbed my hair and pulled it back so he can get access to my neck. Gentle kisses turned into rough licking and bites, the wish to have me as soon as possible was too strong.

“I missed you.” He whispered in my ear as he took my bra off and tossed it next to the bed. All I did in response is a let out a moan as he wrapped his lips around my nipple and cupped the other breast with his hand. As my moaning got more intense, he pulled away and proceeded to slide of my panties.

Ashton didn’t hesitate to slide his fingers against my wetness, ducking his head down and licking up a rough stripe against my clit. I whimpered at the sudden contact - the mix of pleasure, tingle and a bit of a tickle.

He kneeled above me, taking in what was beneath him, devouring the whole view with his eyes. He unexpectedly slid two of his fingers inside me and, as he knew was coming, he put the other hand over my mouth right away. The light scream I produce was muffled by his hand. He knew this was a turn on I always had, for him to get all dominant and rough with me - control all of me.

Ashton continued to slide his fingers in and out of me, curling them at the right spot as I held to his hand, the one that kept my mouth shut.

“I can see how good I’m making you feel baby.” Ashton said looking directly in my eyes. I let out a struggled moan, not able to contain the facial expressions I was making.

I was one the verge of an orgasm, but that stopped Ashton. He loved to tease and keep me on the edge. In a matter of seconds his boxers were off, the condom was on and he was once again hovering above me, lining himself up.

“How bad do you want it baby girl?”

“So bad, please.” I answered desperately and he obliged, slowly filling me up. He fell on top of me, locking his hands under my shoulders and tangled them in my hair and around my head. The only place he had support were his elbows and he used them to rock both of us on the bed.

As much as he wanted to go slow, something switched in him and he started pounding me into the bed. Only thing I could do was push my hips from time to time to meet his.

“Fuck, don’t stop Ashton please,” I screamed out, which made him put his palm over my mouth once again. “Be a good girl and shut up.” He said roughly, gazing at me directly. He lifted himself up and wrapped his hand around my neck making it the only support he had to hold his tall, muscular body.

“You are such a good girl when you take it like that,” He said pushing two fingers in my mouth. “What a good girl.” He was amazed looking at me as I was sucking his fingers. That only made him eager to get us both off and continued to move inside of me at just the right speed.

“Are you going to cum baby? Tell me, are you going to cum?” He asked breathlessly in my ear, letting out a string of groans as well. “I’m so close Ashton,”

“Be a good girl and cum for me, c’mon,” He said and it was all it took me to release. I took a pillow that was beside my head and screamed into it, trying as hard as possible not to make any noise. My whole body tingled, every spot had electricity of its own and I felt Ashton getting close to cumming as well.

“I love it when I make you cum like that,” He moaned and thrust sloppily until he reached his orgasm to, gripping me by my shoulders. He plopped down on me, making it difficult for both of us to catch breath again.

After he took the condom off and threw it away, he cuddled next to me.

“I hate being apart from you.” He said scratching my arm. “I hate it too,” “It’s been so long, we couldn’t keep away from each other. We tried. Let’s try working on each other and us, and never be apart again. I miss sleeping next to you and having you-” Ashton started. “I’m always yours. I want to try. After the party on Friday, let’s sit down and talk about everything.” I said, looking at the time on the clock that was sitting on the night stand.

“I wish I could stay longer, but my parents are going to kill me if they notice I’m not at home.”

“Okay. Do you need a ride?” He asked and I waved my head “no”.

“Sure?” “Sure.”

“I love you.

“I love you too,” I said kissing him and left his house.

#5sos smut #5sos dirty imagine #ashton irwin dirty imagine #ashton irwin smut #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings dirty #michael clifford smut #michael clifford dirty imagine #calum hood dirty imagines #calum hood smut #5sos #luke hemmings dirty imagine

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