#5 seconds of summer smut

[inthepassengerside]

cockwarming with luke. he’s been wanting to try it and one day he gets the courage to ask you and you guys enjoy it for a little while before he whimpers and starts fucking into you and you enjoy that even more <3

can’t take it

warnings: cockwarming turning into eventual sex, dirty talk, mentions of overstimulation

a/n: this request had me shaking. it’s also veeeerrrryyy old so i’m sorry to the anon who requested this since it’s so late! the ending was hard for me to finish and it still sucks. hope you enjoy though! it’s not proofread

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It was a lazy Sunday for both you and your boyfriend Luke. You sat in the morning, enjoying your cups of coffee, watching the view from your shared apartment, and listening to a soft record spinning from the living room. It was ideal for the two of you, just being and taking in each other’s presence. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

Your day continued to look like this until the evening. Sitting, watching shows, snacking, some house work. All things that didn’t require much energy, just the driven energy from each other.

The only thing was, you could tell Luke was a little on edge. It made your weekly routine feel different than usual. You were unable to pin what exactly was going on, so you let it go.

Currently, the two of you sat upstairs in your shared bedroom. You were putting away laundry and Luke was fixing up the clutter around your bed. “Gonna go shower baby,” you said to Luke, making your way over to the connected bathroom. He walked over to kiss your cheek, “Okay love.”

As you undressed and got under the warm water, you couldn’t help but try and puzzle some of the reasons why Luke was acting the way he was today. Not that he wasn’t normally affectionate, but he was kissing and hugging you more than usual throughout the day.

You just wondered if something was up emotionally. But either way, Luke had come to you about those things before, so what was holding him back now?

You stayed in the shower for about 10 minutes, washing your body and doing a quick shave before shutting off the water. You stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself before leaving the bathroom.

Luke was sat on the bed, in sweats and a tee, watching some reruns of How I Met Your Mother. Nothing irregular for the night time. You walked over and laid next to him starting to scroll on your phone.

About 5 minutes had passed before you got up and started changing, shrugging on some of Luke’s boxers and a tank top.

You had barely gotten the top over your head before you felt Luke’s arms wrap around you, burying his head into your neck. You didn’t even notice him get off the bed, but you melted into his touch anyway, “Hi baby.”

“Hi beautiful,” he whispered, pressing tiny kisses along the side of your neck and across your collarbone. You shuddered beneath him, throwing your head back, letting out a gasp.

Was this it? Was he just so needy?

You let him pull you back before your back hit the mattress and he fell over you. His eyes burning into yours and his chain dangling so close to your mouth. He moved down, kissing a trail down your stomach before shrugging off your bottoms. “Y’ love stealing my clothes, yeah?” You giggle, “of course.”

You pull him up by his chain, and his eyebrow raises tauntingly. You grab his neck and pull his head down to kiss him. The kiss is passionate, hot, and sensual. He pulls away to shrug off his shirt, throwing it somewhere along with the boxers to make a new pile of clutter he’ll have to clean up later.

Luke rolls you both over so you’re sat on his lap and you work on shrugging off his sweats. Once you do so, you press your palm against the obvious bulge in his black boxers. He lets out a whimper, “Oh fuck.”

You start to peel off your tank top, stripping until you’re bare and your boy lets out a groan. He brings up his hands to both of your tits, fondling them and pinching your nipples. You let out a squeak from the sensitivity.

He brings his mouth into the mix, running his tongue over your nipple, looking up at you. You push your fingers in his curls, “Fuuuuck Lu,” you cry.

He continues his actions, making you cry, the slurping noises that are coming from him feed into the heat of the moment. He repeats his actions on your other breast, taking his time.

When he’s done and your tits look more swollen and red than usual, he backs away and peers up at you.

Before both of you are aware, you start grinding into him. Luke lets out a groan, “Jesus christ.” You move your hips forward and backward, your clit nudging his covered length in such an intense way where you’re moaning too. You’re both starting to lose your breath.

You feel your cunt dripping. It’s soaking through his boxers, even the thick material, and you know he can feel it too.

You continue your movements, not slowing down, and it isn’t until you hear Luke gasp, “Slow down, baby, shit,” that you halt your hips. You pant too, looking down at Luke.

“Sorry, you’re just so fuckin’ hot sometimes. Can’t help myself,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m hot? I was about to come already from your soaked pussy.” His voice is deep and it makes your cheeks go red. You feel a faint smile creep onto your lips, in which he mirrors.

You rest your forehead against his for a little, silently agreeing to take things slow for the rest of the night.

Luke’s hands find your ass and palm your cheeks while you sit up again. “Can we try something tonight? I- I saw something online so I looked into it. It made me curious,” he spoke. Your eyes widened a bit. “Yeah, what is it?”

“I read about this thing… called cockwarming,” you let out a small noise at the name, “It’s just like, me inside of you..? I don’t move when I’m in,” he finishes. You notice his neck is pink and it’s creeping up to his ears. You don’t really say anything mostly because you were still thinking. Wasn’t the point of sex to release?

Luke takes your silence as a no, “Sorry, we don’t have to. I was just interested, I understand.”

“No, love, I want to try. Sorry, I was just thinking about it.” You speak quickly, hoping to calm Luke down. You could see his nerves become more visible, embarrassed. His eyes widen again, “Really? You sure?” He questions. You nod, “Yeah. It’s hot.”

You ask him about his off behavior today, “Is this why you were a little weird today?” Luke nods. You say nothing else, dragging your body down towards the band of Luke’s boxers.

You snap the elastic against him, eliciting a gasp. You tug his boxers off him, and immediately his cock springs free. Your eyes are filled with hunger as you make your way back up to stroke him. “Oh my fuck,” Luke whimpers. You smirk, unable to not notice the red tip leaking with pearly white liquid.

You drag your hand off of him and push it inside of yourself, letting out a pornographic moan. “Oh,” Luke breathes. You take your fingers out of your cunt and wrap your hand around Luke’s length again, your wetness serving as a lubricant. “Holy fucking shit, you’re so hot.”

You work him slowly, not wanting to get him so riled up before he gets inside you. You know you’ve already failed though. “Need you to sit on my cock now, love. Please,” he cries. You let out a breath and remove your hand from him.

You make your way back up his body and Luke’s hands find your ass again, caressing you and nudging you up slowly to sit on him. “Honey, you’ve gotta put me in. Can’t take it,” He cries. You reach down and grab is hard cock before pushing it inside of you as you sit.

There’s always going to be a stretch that you’ll never get used to. The burn of his long, thick member pushing inside of you. You slide down very slowly and peer up to see Luke trying his best to hold in his noises. Once your sat, Luke’s jaw is clenched as he tries to relax around you.

“Feel so good around me, honey,” Your boyfriend whispers as he grabs your waist with his hands. You clench involuntarily at his words, letting out a whimper, and he groans deeply. “F-fuck baby! Don’t clench like that, can’t take it.”

You mumble an apology, although it comes out as a moan. You try your hardest for your walls not to grip around him, but you’re like a vice. You can’t help it. His whimpers are becoming louder and louder, and you realize your ability to take the reigns.

“Bein’ such a good boy for me Lu,” your voice is shaky, trying to pretend that his cock inside of you, so deep, isn’t affecting you. But it is. His dick twitches at your words, “Mmmph,” he breathes.

Luke loved to be in charge. You both knew that. But when you were experimenting, he would always switch between between the two roles. Today, with the way he was behaving, you knew he wanted you to take power.

“Yes, yes baby. B-bein’ the best for you, yeah.”

You dig your knees further into each side of the bed, getting him to go impossibly deeper inside of you. Every movement made he swears it gets tighter. “O-oh,” he lets out in a small moan. You kiss his neck, trying to distract him from the pain that he’s unable to do anything—to use you to work himself to release.

Finally, you both are settled, truly feeling one another.

His breath is heavy. You’re able to contain yourself and stabilize your body, but Luke is the opposite. He really thought this would be easier. More enjoyable. Not that he didn’t enjoy being inside of you, but when he was so pent up, all he wanted to do was move.

Nonetheless you two sit like that for a while, kissing on each other, sucking marks into skin, and relishing in the other’s dirty words.

“Such a dirty boy for me, Lu,” you pant, your resolve slowly slipping. “So dirty for me. Your cock in my pussy, not movin’, mhmm feels so good,” you gasp, and he lets out a wail before letting his head fall atop your breasts.

He lays it there for a little longer, relishing in the feeling of you soaked and clamped around him. He focuses on trying to hold back, not to lose all his control and take you right here. But he realizes, he’s only be disobeying his own request, and while he wants to try that sometime, he needs to have you. Now.

Before you know it, Luke fucks his hips impossibly closer to yours, and you gasp. “S-sorry baby… feels too good.” He retracts his hips, pulling you up a bit, before easing himself back in.

Your breaths come out quick, certainly not expecting this, but thanking whatever compelled him to do it. Little did you know that it was you. Your little moans, your dirty whispers, and your soaked pussy. God, it had him in a spiral. If Luke could go now, he would.

His noises though, are what’s getting to you the most. Because even though he’s been bold enough to make his own decisions, he can’t suppress his little whimpers.

Luke’s eyes glass over, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, could sit here for hours.” You cry, “Y-yeah? Would you like that, love? How about I sit here… and I take what I want. Cream all over your cock over and over again and let you sit here and cry, begging for a little taste.” It’s like your cunt soaks him even more and your own words. And he feels it. “And then you’ll be so sensitive when you finally do get to cum, because i’ll just keep going baby. G’nna end up milking you dry.” You meet your hips with his, beginning to work against his thrusts.

But, your erotic words only make him fuck up into you harder, losing your rhythm you were attempting to set. His cries become louder, and all you’re hearing are his gasps and some slurred “Mmmphs.” You love him like this. Completely at your mercy.

You both get close pretty fast. Due to all the teasing, wordplay, and attempt to cockwarm, all of your feelings are heightened. Everything feels so much better than it usually does.

Luke grips your ass roughly, pushing you further into his grasp. His lips find yours, and it’s messy, yet passionate. His lips trail down from your lips to your jaw, suckling and licking. He slows his pace of fucking you, as he knows you both are close to your orgasms, and he wants to make this incredibly enjoyable for the both of you.

“Baby… I-I’m close,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. He pushes his crotch farther up into you, truly grasping onto the feeling of his cock inside of you because he doesn’t want to take advantage of it right now. It just feels too good for him to comprehend.

You sigh against him, “I know my love, me too.” He lets out a breath of relief. Thank God, he thinks, because if you weren’t right there with him, on the brink of release, he wouldn’t be able to last another few moments.

You unexpectedly topple into your orgasm first, a near scream tearing through your throat. The clenching of your cunt sends him right over the edge with you. You both express your pleasure loudly through words that humble together and loud breaths.

Luke feels your pussy soak his cock once more, and he swears you’ve never been this wet before. He’s never felt it. And he thanks himself for working up the courage to ask you to try something new because he never knew he’d get you this good.

His orgasm, along with yours, feels like absolute bliss. Pleasure tears through the both of you in insane amounts. You feel him paint the inside of you, and it will always feel impeccable. Nothing will ever come close.

“Oh my gosh,” you start to giggle against him as you collapse your body on top of his. “That was amazing, Lu.”

He kisses the top of your head once he regains composure, “Felt too fucking good. Always so good for me, my love.” He pauses. “Never felt you that wet before.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever even been that wet before. Made me feel amazing, tonight Luke. Was so different.” You start tracing patterns along his chest, as he hums softly along your words.

He takes a pause and starts thinking before speaking up after a while.

“Im sorry about ruining the whole cockwarming thing, uh… got too impatient and it just felt too good,” He frowns, realizing he might’ve ruined it for you as well.

“You didn’t ruin anything for me, baby. Felt so good I don’t even care…” You pause, “Let’s just do it now? You’re still inside of me.”

Luke’s face flushes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And when we wake up, take me,” and as soon as those words leave your mouth, Luke swears he’s hardening again already.

And you feel it. “Luke!”

“We need to go to sleep… like now. If I’m conscious for another five minutes I can’t promise I won’t fuck you again,” his gaze finds yours and his eyes darken.

You look up at him, meeting his stare, returning the same energy. “Can’t say I have a problem with that, Luke.”

[slvtforasht0n]

Jealousy, jealousy

title inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s track on Sour

.✦ || Boyfriend!Ash x Reader

.✦ || This is your first time being a stagehand at your boyfriend and his band’s show. Even though you couldn’t watch him perform, a particular interaction between him and a female fan piqued your interest. You couldn’t help but look, ought to see what’s happening. Instead, jealousy gets the better of you once you see what’s really going on, your mood permanently shifted. At least, that’s what it felt like.

A/N: first half is highly based on that one interaction that happened in the 5SOS diaries. forever jealous of that girl lol. anyway, i hope you like what i’ve brought out for you for my first post ever. kinda always wanted a tumblr account to post every idea or blurb i get, but ya girl can be very very lazy sometimes.

inspired to write smut ever since i had wattpad. saying this loud and proud. loved duplicity, stall and malignant so there’s that random fact (turn it up for all the other harries/directioners reading this)

i don’t write that much so i’m still trying to improve wherever i need to. ps. english isn’t my first language, so if you do spot grammer/vocab mistakes, it’s not on me sista, still learning:3 sooo i guess i’ll just finish it off by saying this; sit back, relax and enjoy :^)

CONTENT WARNING: fluff & smut, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), spitting, sliiiight dirty talking

WORD COUNT: 5,2k

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As much as you hate your boyfriend in this moment— he wriggled his way to here. His hands all over your frame, reaching to every spot he can find, almost as if his hands have a mind of their own.

His kisses grow more impatient, needy and full of want. Drawing gentle circles against the small strip of bare skin on your back, making you both break the kiss apart with a small gasp.

You weren’t sure of your emotions. Did you want to continue and make him have his way with you? Or did you want to push him away and strangle the living hell out of him?

A faint whimper escapes your lips in between the kiss, his hand traveling down to the heat between your clothed legs. That feeling alone begs to differ. As much as you don’t want to admit to it. You still have that small abhor, but also intense jealousy from what happened prior to all of this.

He breaks the kiss apart, his eyes finding yours. The hazelly green forest almost dispersed into his black pupils, blown out and primed. Fuck… you think to yourself. He looks so provocatively striking, like an erotic sex-god, which is enough to drive you wild— both in a good and a bad way.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” He prompts, his hands finding your waist again to pull you in closer, showing you how induced he is, the want and need inside of him written all over his face.

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This day has been…chaotic, booked, a haywire of physical and mental exertion that drove you into madness. Almost. You only had a 20 minute break before going back to work, crew following along, five different people guffing into your earpiece that just rubs you the wrong way. Being irritated isn’t even slightly nearing to what you’re actually feeling.

Finally, you walked inside the venue, a moment of calm before the storm. Happy you can let your guard down for another minute or two. You take a deep breath, moving scenery and props along with two other crew members, joining in after your one true moment of silence.

Being a stagehand at a show of your own boyfriend is uncommon, just something you’re not really used to. You’re not sure if you’re able to keep your cool seeing Ashton on stage, beating those drums expertisely, face etched into pure concentration. You always found it to be a work of art, to see your boyfriend practicing at home or somewhere that isn’t on a stage.

But hey, you bite the bullet once it’s showtime, having to face away from the stage, meanwhile he’ll be there to steal the show.

The crew had cued that the band arrived several moments later, and as much as you want to run away to find him, you’re still stuck planning, discussing and arranging tonight’s act.

Hours have passed on and exhaustion seemed to get the better of you. The small gig now filled with a couple of thousands of fangirls, boys, moms, dads, you name it. Two thousand to be exact. You’re not sure if it makes you intrigued, or uncomfortable. Either way, you find yourself lucky you’re not in that crammed crowd.

Playing more intimate, smaller shows was out of the ordinary for the band, something they wouldn’t have done a year ago or two.

The show has started not long after, and your back is facing the stage, eyes on all of these screaming fangirls for their idols in front of them, hands in the air, phones recording, but mainly their loud screams that’s luckily muffled by your in-ears. All you could do is focus on the beat of the drums, imagining his every movement of prowess, how trickles of sweat is already forming on his forehead.

You don’t have it in you not to look, so you do. Just the smallest of sneak-peak. Though, his eyes immediately found yours, like all of his focus was on the back of your head this whole time. Your heart starts to pound faster against your chest, turning your head back to the crowd ahead. Just keep your cool… keep your cool— You have to remind yourself every minute. Or rather every second.

You’re glued to the spot, making sure everyone’s safe and sound. However, there’s a small interaction going on between a fan and… Ashton. His voice being heard through the microphone gives you some sort of solace, your focal point on every pronunciation and syllable on the words that falls from his lips.

This particular interaction is focused on the fan’s cardboard sign, stipulating that it’s her twenty first birthday and now legal to drink, suggesting Ashton a shot. They expeditiously agree and brought the stunned girl up stage. Your eyes followed hers, turning around to look at the stage ahead. You didn’t have the heart in you to dismiss this and act like nothing’s going on.

Ashton’s change of demeanour, presence next to this fan, and just the overall vibes he’s got going on throws you right off the wall. It’s like he’s throwing her a curveball of coy behaviour, something that doesn’t sit right with you. It’s either that or you’re overthinking it. But then again, you might not be, especially having your eyes glued on him right now, watching him unfold into someone he’s not.

You hate it. You hated every second of it, watching the scene ahead. She gets to be the one giving your sweaty boyfriend a hug, a prolonged hug. Sharing a shot, looking into his eyes- him looking into her eyes. It’s like hot steams are blowing out of your ears by how much you hate seeing this with your own eyes. If it were possible, you’d throw Ashton’s drum kit right to his head out of spite and anger. You can’t believe him.

You’re definitely not overthinking, since you’ve picked up on him being ‘the man of the show’. Trying to seem more charming and appealing, in all the wrong ways. You know he loves getting this type of attention, boosts his ego in the wrong way and you’d love to just kick him right in the nuts.

Once the show’s over, you’re finally in your own privacy, changing your uniform to your day to day outerwear. A knock is heard on the door, catching you out of your hazy thoughts, while also feeling jealous and incensed. You open the door and you’re immediately knocked down with a feather.

“What are you doing here?” you utter, laced in a grim tone, not expecting to see his cheery face. Ashton stands in front of you, eyebrows raised by your surprising outburst.

“Checking in on my girlfriend. What else would I be doing?” He responds nonchalantly, entering the small room without needing to ask for permission. Of course he wouldn’t.

He runs a hand through his damp curls, looking around the room before looking back to you. It’s like he struggles to read you and why you’re not responding to him, why you’re facing away from him. “Hey…” He starts off, walking up to you and placing his hands on your waist, making you turn around to face him.

You push his hands off your body almost immediately, his eyes on stalks. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he counters, his eyes searching yours.

The more he acts this oblivious, the more you want to give into the idea of kicking him in the nuts and walking out of this room. You decide to just tell him before he’s going for the the well known question ‘are you on your period?’.

“The fuck was that up stage?” you angrily mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He seems confused, which is one more reason to be angry at him. How can he be so painfully heedless? You desperately need to just knock some sense into that thick skull of his.

“What?” he raises his arms in an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ motion.

“Oh, so now you’ve got memory loss? Great.” you roll your eyes, facing the other way instead of him. Again. How can a human being manage to piss you off this much? It’s inane.

“Amore… tell me.” He waits for you to say something, anything at all, but all you do is stand there and glare, causing him to take a step closer to you. “Was it the girl who I did a shot with?”

Bingo.

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, as if it wasn’t that obvious why you’d be mad at him about that in the first place.

“Oh come on… Nothing happened, alright? Just did her a favour and probably made her whole night.”

“Yeah, right.” You bite back immediately, not buying any of the bullshit he’s spitting. You can’t even look him in the eyes. You’re deranged in anger, but also so confused and hurt. He’d never gone this close to a girl before in all the months you’ve been dating, so he surely needs to understand why you’re acting the way you are.

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?” he murmurs, managing to boil your blood to the point you could burn anything you touch into ashes.

“Are you kidding me, Ash?” you poss in vexation, glaring through his soul. Words can’t express how tense you’re getting and how much you want to wipe that foolish smirk off his face.

“Babe, you can’t be serious, can you?” He sneers, his eyes giving you a once over. You only let out a frustrated sigh, turning your back to him a third time.

You don’t know what he deserves more, a sucker punch right to his jaw or the infamous silent treatment. Maybe both could give him a well-earned reality check.

“Are you seriously mad about some measly fucking interaction? Really, Y/N?” he huffs, seeming more annoyed than amused this time. Which makes you, on the other hand, infuriated by even more rage.

The way he acts so unbothered is insufferable. You turn on your heel, facing him, an angry etched expression on your face he certainly can’t dismiss now. “You were flirting with her, you ass! Right in front of me!” You bark back, sick of his apathetic state. Just utterly sick of him.

“I wasn’t, Y/N! Why would you even think that?” he retorts, his obliviousness turning into annoyance, his arms now crossed over his chest as well.

You don’t respond, only letting out a spiteful scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I really don’t see what’s wrong here. You have no reason to be mad at me. None.” he mutters, which is just the cherry on the cake, isn’t it? You let out another angry huff before turning on your heel and leaving him in the room, despite it being yours.

However, you’re not as quick as you thought you were as he catches your wrist, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t run away from me, baby. None of that bullshit. Talk it out with me, curse me out, just don’t ever shut me out, okay?” he calmly explains, his eyes trained on yours with his eyebrows creased together in concentration on you. Only you. You take a deep breath, flicking your eyes in between his.

“Why were you flirting with that girl?” you ask after a long pause, your eyes focusing on that one curl that fell on his forehead.

“I wasn’t.” He responds, and it just made you feel even more obscured from this ridiculous situation that brought tension between you two.

You’re starting to think you might be overdoing it. Might be a bit of the jealous kind and just making this ought to paint you to be dramatic.

“Is that all you have to say?” you mask getting offended by his short, incoherent reply, just by answering repulsively back.

“What more can I say then? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill here.” He crosses his arms again, and it just messes with your head on what type of emotions and feelings are coursing through him. What his thought process is, ‘cause he’s doing everything he can to dismiss the issue. Dismissing your feelings that are as valid as can be. At least that’s what you wanna think.

“Never mind.” You pull away from his grip, sitting down at the nearest couch. You’re done trying to argue to a wall, because that’s the position you feel like you’re in, feeling trapped in a loophole if he continues to act this clueless.

He looks over at you, no remorse whatsoever, and that somehow rises more anger out of you, though you make sure you keep your poker-face. There’s no point anymore if he won’t try to understand you.

“Are ya really just gonna sit there and stare?” he asks. But after a long pause, he just knows there’s not going to be a reply.

“Silent treatment won’t solve anything, love.” he adds, looking at you across the room, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his hand through his hair again.

“Y/N…Just quit it already, will ya?” he grows more annoyed and impatient by your attitude. However, nothing will make you utter out a word again. Not when he at least attempts to apologise.

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N… I don’t have time for this. I’m sorry, alright? I wasn’t flirting with the girl- would never do that.”

You think to yourself you might have overexaggerated on wanting an attempted apology, cause it just pisses you off even more.

“Talk to me…” he prompts, taking a few steps closer to you.

You don’t respond, and he takes it as some sort of indication to stride closer. He takes your hands in his, pulling you up to your feet and cupping your jaw, making sure you look him in the eyes. “Please?”

You hate him. You hate him so much you’re becoming a tough nut to crack, and he’s fully aware of that. He knows how stubborn and jealous you can get over the smallest things. Still, you don’t know where his mind is.

He pulls you in for a kiss, connecting his lips with yours, catching you by surprise. His hands are trailing down your body and reposing on your waist, pulling you closer than before.

If this is how he ventures his way out to say sorry to you, when you can’t take it as a simple word, you’re not…entirely against it.

You stare profoundly into his eyes after he breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours—But your feelings are very conflicting. You so want to give in, but you’re still mad. And you still hate him. Well, you’re trying to make yourself hate him.

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve uttered out a word, but that’s none of your concern as you pull him in for another heated kiss, your hand finding its way through his tousled hair, earning a soft groan on his end. His tongue slips out and swipes at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth as you oblige immediately.

He has you fully wrapped around your finger. You can’t even be mad at him anymore, even if it’s play pretend.

His hands are on your waist, but it didn’t take long before one hand slips between your legs, making you instantly weak in the knees.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” replays in your mind over and over when you brought him in for another desperate kiss, pouring out all of your feelings and love for him. The way he said it, the desperation in his voice and his dilated eyes— you can never say no to that. You need him.

You’re a hot mess, letting out huffs of pleasure as he continues to palm you through your jeans, like an attempt to hear you, even if it’s not through articulated words.

He pulls away from your lips, traveling his heated series of kisses down to your pulse-point, eliciting another hot whimper out of you. You’re dazed and all you want is more. More of him. Just more.

He hoists you up, your legs immediately clinging around his hips as he leads you towards the small couch, laying you down and hovering his body over yours.

He’s such a sight for sore eyes, carrying the grace of dawn and the mystery of dusk. Your eyes wandering over every feature of his face, just taking him in. He bites back a smile, his eyes lingering on your chest, then back to your eyes. “Want me to make you feel good, yeah?” his voice is ragged with desire, low and husky that has such a toll on you.

He goes back in for a fervent kiss before you could even respond, pouring out all of his love for you that makes you forget the anger you once had a thousand times more. Your hands wander over his shoulders, all the way down to his hips, pulling him in closer, trapping him in between your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a low grunt in between the kiss, his hips grinding against your heat, drawing out another small sound out of you. His hands that has a mind of its own fondling your breasts through the thin material of your shirt, like he couldn’t get enough of you and he physically needs more. You want more of him too, totally entranced by him, the heat of desire pooling in between your legs with an intensified want to have him in ways that’s unrefined. He moves towards the crook of your neck again, marking you up as his.

You’re already impatient as is, your uncoordinated fingers fumbling with his belt, like you can’t stand seeing him in clothes for another wasted second. He lets you, still immersed in marking your neck up, making sure there are angry marks left behind.

Once you’ve found the zipper of his tight jeans, you tug the material down, his hands coming in rescue and helping himself out of his jeans. In an instant, he pulls at the hem of your shirt, dragging the material over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room. Your eyes have wandered off to the door behind him and suddenly you’re too aware that someone could walk in easily.

“Babe… this room has no lock.” you mention, evoking a small smirk on his face. “Don’t you think it’s more fun that way? No one’s gonna come in.” He teases, eyes shamelessly staring at your bra, like he’s trying to smog up the power to disappear things with his mind.

“But-“ he’s quick to pipe you down by a kiss on the lips. “No ‘but’s’, you’re safe with me, amore.”

You pull him back in, sick of prolonging this any longer and seriously needing a good fuck if he’s gonna make it worth the while. If this is his way to at least attempt to apologise, then he better makes it good. Not that he has ever disappointed you in that division.

He hovers over you again, faces inches from yours, his hand snaking under your back to unclasp your bra in what feels like a nanosecond. He pulls the material off your body like it’s some sort of pest- like he’s been wanting it off since the moment he had laid eyes on you. He nips and sucks at your skin, hands exploring every inch of you. He licks a stripe right above your boobs, staring up at you with a well-known grin, eager to have his way with you.

He swipes his tongue over your sensitive nipple, lapping you up and then latching you in between his lips, paying great attention to you with his mouth, suckling and nibbling on your flesh. His other hand wanders to your untended breast, his fingers playing with the other nipple. You let out a soft whimper, already captivated by his fervent skills, your fingers threading through his soft curls.

Your eyes catches his, a sultry grin appearing on his face that has you overdriven with more arousal, more desire for him.

He moves to your other nipple, giving it the same, equal attention, drawing even more sounds and pants out of you.

All you really want is for him to hurry up. Your mind can’t get off of that damned door that has no lock on it, and he’s about to undress you intimately, which has made you apprehensive. He quickly catches on by your stiff demeanour and he lowers himself down, licking a long strip down your bare stomach- trying to make you forget about the door.

You lull your head back, your breath ragged and uneven as you tug at his golden strands tighter than before, earning a low grunt from him. He sure knows how to make you forget about stuff in an instant.

He has his hands on each side of your hips, trailing them towards the button of your black jeans. He works his way to get you out of your clothes, fast and determined, pulling the fabric down your thighs as you help him kick off the material.

“So gorgeous f’me, amore.” he grunts, quickly discarding his shirt off of him, accentuating his perfect, sweaty body to you, the sculputred abs and delicious pecs staring right at you as we speak. You sit up straight on the couch with only the flimsy laced underwear you’re wearing covering three percent of your body at most.

His eyes widen the moment you drop down to your knees in front of him, head-level with the black boxer briefs clung tightly on him. It highlights the swell of his tent that’s covered by the thin material of his Calvin Kleins. Your doe-eyed expression seems to get the better of him, already biting his bottom lip from your sight.

You waste no time, hooking your fingers under the material of his boxers, sliding them down ‘till they drop to his feet. He’s quick when it comes to stepping out of them, eager for you.

You’ve seen him like this before, plenty of times even, but right now— it’s like his arousal is as painful as it seems. His tip an angry shade of pink, pre-cum glazing down to his shaft. His breathing is laboured, his eyes concentrated on you, like he’s trying to moderate himself, keeping everything under control before he snaps.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the smallest of touch already making him hiss in pleasure. With deep shared eye contact, you start to pump him slowly, collecting the pre-cum that’s spilling out of him, whirling it over his tip, eliciting another desperate whimper from his agape lips. His eyebrows are creased, the purity in his eyes completely gone- reciprocated into something more coarse and obscene.

“Baby.. open your mouth.” he demands in a breathier tone, and you instantly oblige. With that, he cups your jaw with both of his large hands, his eyes intensely staring at yours. You don’t know what to expect, but he stars to hover over you, his face significantly closer to yours. He gives you that snarky smirk you know all too well, and then makes sure to lift your jaw a little up higher as he spits into your mouth without caution. Your eyes widen a little, his spit landing right on your tongue.

“Now swallow f’me, amore.” he orders, and you do exactly as he says.

Jesus…even in times like these— he still tastes divine.

His one hand threads through your hair, his other leaving the underside of your chin. “Show me what you’ve got…be my good girl.” he growls, standing up straight. You’re completely gone off guard by this small interaction between you and him, but you quickly shake it off, your trembly hand going back to where it was before.

You lick a strip up over his shaft, swirling your tongue on his tip that has him already writhing for more. You finally take him in your mouth, wrapping your lips sweetly around him and taking him inch by inch, a swall groan leaving his lips in exchange.

You set up a space, sucking him as you wrap your hand around the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth, his hand threading in your hair expeditiously. Low grunts and groans escapes his mouth, totally entranced by your ministrations as he couldn’t help but thrust forward, meeting your pace and rhythm all. He hits the back of your throat at every thrust, tears already brimming in your eyes that eventually seeps down to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but suck him with more precision, eyes deeply concentrated on his breathtaking face.

The desperation and anguish is written all over him, like he couldn’t bear this and needs you in ways where it’s humanly impossible to describe. Sweat already trickles over his forehead, eyes pleading for you, in a way that makes you believe his pupils are contorted into spelling your name- his want like a screeching howl that blares through your eardrums.

In a quick motion, he pulls out of you and you take your time to catch your breath, heaving them out like you’ve ran a marathon, quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He pulls you to your feet, hands on your hips and instantly pushing you backwards on the couch as your back hits the cushions, laying flat on the surface. Hovering over you, he delicately scans his eyes over your whole frame, taking in every detail from your tousled hair to your almost naked self. He traps himself in between your spread out legs, his length making contact with your lower abdomen, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His arms are on each side of you, a few strands of his curls hanging over his forehead. “Need to fuck you, baby. Need you right now.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse and his tone laced in pure lust.

You bite your bottom lip as he positions you, hands firmly grasping your hips in desperation. “Please…” You utter out, the only thing your lips can form as a sole word, while your mind is going a million miles an hour with how much you have to say.

The warmth of his palms are soon replaced by the cool air hitting your hips, his hands sliding down to your thighs as his fingers prudently play with the lace of your underwear. “So beautiful…” He murmurs in almost a whisper. “I only have eyes for you, you know that right?” He adds, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, examining him. “I know...” you reply in a soft mumble and his lips quirk up in a lopsided smile.

You glance down his body, and the sight alone has you as weak as water. He pumps himself a few times, eyes still trained on yours. He pulls at the laced material of your panties, prodding his length right under the fabric as he teasingly begins to rub himself against you. You let out a stifled moan, eyebrows creased upwards in simple pleasure. He’s fervent with you, fastening his pace ever so slightly that drives you insane. “So wet f’me, yeah?” he grunts, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your soft moans are muffled in between the kiss as his hand that rested on your hip is now gripping your thigh, quickly hooking it over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, gliding himself inside you fervently with your panties now pushed aside. A soft gasp escapes your throat, head already lulled back by how full he’s making you feel once he’s fully inside. After making sure you adjust to him, he begins to set up a slow pace, hovering over your body even closer as this new profound feeling intensifies, hitting you in all the right places.

“So fucking pretty for me, baby… Let me hear you, yeah? Moan f’me…” he praises, and all you could do in response to that is grow louder- despite still being in a semi-public setting. There’s a small chance someone could walk in, or even hear you through the door, but your mind is elsewhere. It’s on him, totally engulfed in pleasure he gives you.

“Taking me so well…” He pants, heaving out breaths as his thrusts start to become rougher, dragging out more moans out of you. “So good for me, aren’t you? Gonna fill you up so well...” He continues, his hands trailing over every inch of your body, fingers lightly pinching at your nipples, eliciting another whimpery moan from your lips.

He continues to thrust into you deliciously, hooking your other leg over his other shoulder, this newfound angle hitting your sweet spot delightfully over and over again. Moans spill out of you in an overwhelming sensation, that’s probably music to his ears by the way he’s thoroughly captivated by you.

His own moans fall from his lips once your hips buck up to match his rhythm of his thrusts. “I’m so close...” you heave out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He takes this as a sign to fuck you harder. Rougher. Like he wants to break you in half.

He adds his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing out louder moans, that has no way of becoming less when it’s only pitching up higher in decibels. “You’re so fucking hot, baby…So perfect.” he praises you, totally wrapped up in utter pleasure, the slapping sounds of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Please…” you plead in a high whimper, not really sure why, but you’re completely overdriven in ecstasy, his thumb on your sensitivity never leaving you which adds to more pleasure, egging you on.

“Yeah, amore mio? Gonna give it to me, aren’t you? Show me… Show me how good I make you feel.” he groans completely out of breath, his chest glistening with his own sweat. He leans down, folding you in half like a damned pretzel, hitting you even deeper than before. He nips on the skin at the crook of your neck, humming against you.

“Making me feel so good…” he murmurs against your skin, his thrusts piercing more moans out of you, knowing how much you enjoy his rough side.

The bubbling feeling inside your lower abdomen intensifies by the minute, exhibiting that you’re nearing the finish line. He knows by your desperate pants and graphic sounds as he strives to get you to the pinnacle point of pleasure, picking up on his thrusts, fucking you harder against the cushions with fervor.

Your brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs, moving from left to right in a stirring pan as his lips finds yours in a sweet quick kiss, pulling away to look at you. His hands grip your waist as tight as ever, definitely leaving a mark behind. His whimpers like a melody you can never get sick of, no matter how many times you’re willing to repeat the same tune.

A few more thrusts in and you hear the familiar ringing in your ears as you near the edge completely, your climax washing over you like a tidal wave. You scream out his name in the process, clenching sweetly around him as he follows right behind you and finishes, trails of curse words falling from his lips in heavy grunts—filling you with his cum.

He unhooks your legs from his shoulders, pulling out of you with a small gasp. He crashes down next to you, heaving out hefty breaths. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his glistening body. “See? You’re safe with me, just like I told you.” he breathes, letting out a soft chuckle.

You turn your face to look at him, a genuine smile formed on your lips, despite being completely out of breath. “Mmmh, never said you were wrong.”

He chuckles in response, planting a sweet kiss to your temple. “You felt incredible baby, definitely needed this after the show.”

You smile, all the anger and jealousy from before completely wiped off of you. “I always do.” you counter with a smug grin, giving him a bit of a tease.

“A win-win situation for me, eh?” He eyes you, eyebrows raised with a cheeky smile. You laugh, shaking your head. “Definitely.” You agree, a small giggle followed after.

“So… I take it that you’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, his voice laced in a sincere tone.

You had almost forgotten about how immensely infuriated you were before this happened. “I forgive you.” you murmur, glancing at him.

“I mean it when I told you I only have eyes for you.” he utters, pulling you even closer than before, pecking the top of your head.

This was definitely a way to end the night, after a very small gig took place and how the man of your dreams next to you can have you riled up in anger as well as desire in the span of two seconds. You’re not complaining about it at all. You wouldn’t have him any other way— even if it means all the ups and downs that comes with it.

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[sinning5sos]

masterlist ;)

Smut: 

Ashton: Ashton x Reader

Corrupt -> here

Freedom -> here

Punishment -> here

Too Hot -> here

Youngblood -> here

Unknown (story) | masterlist

Calum: Calum x Reader

Beautiful to Me -> here

Close -> here

Cocky -> here

Coworkers -> part one | part two

Club -> part one

Kinky -> here

Office Slut -> here

Roommates -> part one

Luke: Luke x Reader

Good Enough -> here

Golden Boy -> here

No Shame -> here

Worship -> here

Valentine -> here

#96 -> here

Michael: Michael x Reader

Afterglow -> here

Twitch -> here

Threesomes:

Cake: Luke x Calum x Reader

Have It Your Way -> here

Pool Part -> here

Choked (Have It Your Way 2) -> here

Lashton: Luke x Ashton x Reader

Be a Good Girl For Us -> here

Cashton: Calum x Ashton x Reader

Hot Tub -> here

Malum: Michael x Calum

Dare or Dare -> here

One Way or Another -> here

Fluff/Angst:

Ashton:

model -> here

moments | https://sinning5sos.tumblr.com/post/181472576794/moments-ashton

dating Ash would include -> part one

best years | part one

Calum:

back again | part one

best friends | part one

talk to me -> here

moments | part one

dating Calum would include -> part one

Luke:

Christmas gift -> here

piano lessons -> here

dating Luke would include -> part one

ghost of you -> here

stay -> here

Michael:

angst -> here

decisions -> here

dating Michael would include -> part one

Blurbs:

Calum:

surprise

lazy Saturday morning

thanksgiving

riding him

wedding blurb

punishment

father-to-be -> here

daddy Calum + stepmom

Ashton:

sugar baby -> part one

father-to-be -> here

birthday

how he knew -> here

possessive

Luke:

netflix & chill

teasing you

travel

attention

Christmas proposal

stand still

blowjob

boyfriend

fingers

father-to-be -> here

Michael:

father-to-be -> here

[ughkat]

caught | l.r.h

requested

you and luke have been seeing each other secretly behind the back of your brother, ashton. a surprise visit from him leaves you and luke frantic.

dom!luke x fem!reader

smut: kissing, doggy, choking, rough bj, petnames

not proofread

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"are u on your way?"

"be there in 5"

I tossed my phone to my side, sitting on my bed impatiently for Luke's arrival. A cheeky grin took over my face at his text, making me cover my face in childlike excitement. I had been seeing Luke in secret for a couple weeks, "secret" because he's my brother Ashton's best friend. Luke and I knew our scandalous meetings would put a ripple in mine and Ashton, and his and Ashton's relationships, so instead of doing the right thing and calling our rendezvous' quits, we kept it our little secret.

A ding from my phone indicated Luke's arrival, I jolted from my position on my bed, reading that he was outside. I swiftly made my way to the front door, greeted by Luke's smug grin.

"Hi, beautiful." He spoke, moving in closer and placing two hands on my hips. He was dressed in a casual white button up, leaving his usual 3 top buttons undone, paired with black pants. He leant down and connected our lips for a deep kiss. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at his touch.

I stepped back to let him in, closing the door behind me. Before I could speak, Luke abruptly pushed me against the wall by my hips, pressing himself against me roughly. I gasped at his sudden movements, however his dominance sent a shiver throughout my body. Luke reconnected our lips, only the kiss being rougher. His tongue danced with mine adoringly, making me melt under him.

Luke swiftly placed his hands under my thighs, lifting my around his waist effortlessly and carrying me to my room, where we most frequented. I giggled at his eagerness, his grip on my thighs tightening. Arriving to my bedroom, Luke tossed me on the bed to my back, towering over me. I sat up, propping myself back on my arms. Luke moved in closer, his legs hitting the bed. He brought his hand down to my face, rubbing his thumb against my cheek.

"My pretty girl." He cooed. I smiled, blushing uncontrollably at his words. I glanced down to Luke's already bulging pants, my heat growing wetter at his arousal. His thumb traces over lips, his breathing becoming unsteady. I opened my mouth slightly, inviting his wandering thumb inside.

"That's a good girl." He chuckled softly, pushing his thumb slowly inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his finger, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Luke let out a sigh before removing his thumb.

"Take these off, baby." He muttered deeply, assisting my in removing my t-shirt. I giggled, swiftly throwing off my sweatpants as well, leaving me in my bra and underwear.

"Get on all fours." He commanded, his eyes watching his hands undo the buckle on his pants. I readjusted my position, resting on my hands and sitting on my knees.

Luke pulled down his pants slightly, only to reveal his pulsating shaft. I leaned in closer, gazing upon the sigh before me. Luke looked down with his member in hand, the top of my head in the other. I looked up at him, opening my mouth and slightly sticking my tongue out, inviting his eager cock inside. Luke let out a breath before pushing his shaft in my mouth, thrusting to the back of my throat.

"Fuck." He groaned under his breath. He kept two hands on my head, and began so thrust into my throat at a progressing rhythm. iI coughed and choked at his cock repeatedly hitting the back of my throat, making him chuckle. Tears began to pool at the corners of my eyes, smearing my mascara.

"You like getting throat fucked like a slut, baby?" He growled, vigorously pumping his cock in and out of my tight throat. I reached a desperate hand out and placed it on his thigh, digging my nails into his skin. He pulled out swiftly looking down at me deeply. I smiled lazily, makeup and saliva running down my face. Luke smiled smugly, placing and tapping his slick member on my lips.

"Such a good girl." He spoke deeply. Luke took a look behind us to my full sized mirror beside my closet, looking back to me. He quickly placed a hand at the back of my neck, guiding me off the bed and to my knees in front of the mirror. I looked up in front of me, wiping my face, to see me bent over on my elbows, ass up. Luke positioned behind me looking in my eyes intimidatingly. He unbuttoned his top all the way, but left it on. I watched his every move in the mirror, gathering my thoughts after his foreplay.

Luke roughly pulled my underwear around my knees, placing a hard smack followed my a rough grope against my bare cheek. I let out a pleasureful whimper at the sting, curling my toes.

"You like getting teased like my good little slut?" He teased, running his tip up and down my folds. I squirmed at the feeling of him against my dripping slit, whimpering in response.

"I can't hear you, doll." He spoke deeply while looking at me in the mirror , pushing his tip in ever so slightly before pulling back out. I arched my back in desperation, letting out another whine.

"Luke, please. Fuck me." I whined lazily. He chuckled softly, pushing into me abruptly. I gasped at his entrance as he quickly picked up his pace. Luke's fingers dug deep into my sides, ramming into my slick cunt repeatedly. Luke reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head up to look at him in the mirror. He leaned down slightly to speak.

"Look how pretty you are taking my cock." He growled deeply, smirking with a heavy breath. His hips flexed as they met my red sore cheeks fast and hard.

"Mm.. Fuck, Luke." I whined between thrusts, gripping at the carpet. Luke chuckled, pulling out abruptly. I let out a whine before he quickly flipped me to my back, reinserting himself swiftly. I let out a squeal at his reentrance, his hand now coming to connect with my neck. His fingers gripped tightly around my throat, making my eyes roll back into my head. Luke let out a groan, watching us connect and reconnect below him.

"You're so fucking tight around me, princess." He growled, picking up his pace once more. I bit my lip as I felt my climax approach, shaking under Luke. I grabbed his wrist connected to my hand, squeezing tightly as my walls convulsed around him.

"Not yet." He muttered. I whined and squirmed at his words in frustration. He swiftly brought a thumb down to my clit, rubbing circles quickly. I lolled my head to the side, letting out a squeal. I looked back up at Luke with despair.

"Use you words, baby." He smirked. I whimpered before speaking.

"Please, Luke. I need to cum." I whimpered between breaths, trying to hold myself together for him.

"That's my good girl." He growled, continuing his fast pace, "Cum for me, baby." He spoke deeply. Electricity shot through my body as I released around Luke, my eyes rolling back. He continued his pace for a few moments before releasing into my torso with a series of groans and curses. I breathed heavily as Luke's head fell in exhaustion, holding himself up with his hands on each side of me.

"You okay?" He confirmed with a dramatic thumbs up, as he does. I giggled, exchanging the thumbs up. He reached for a dirty towel in my hamper, wiping my torso clean of his mess. We laid in a comfortable silence on my floor, before we were interrupted by a seemingly upset series of repeated knocks on my front door. Luke and I exchanged confused looks before my phone began to ring. I swiftly moved to my bed to see Ashton's name and contact photo being the caller. My eyes widened and I looked to Luke quickly, flashing him the phone. I put a finger to my lip to warn him to stay quiet before answering.

"Hey." I spoke smoothly. Luke watched cautiously.

"Hey!" Ashton cheers very obviously sarcastically and fed up. "I've been knocking for 15 minutes." He continued, returning to his blunt tone. My eyes widened and I looked to Luke, motioning silently for him to get dressed. He looked at me confused.

"He's outside." I mouthed silently. Luke's returned the shocked expression before quickly joining my in gathering our clothes.

"Oh, my bad." I spoke with a forced giggle as I put Ashton on speaker, "I was in the shower." I lied, frantically getting dressed.

"Whatever, let me in." Ashton finished and hung up. I tossed my phone to my bed. I let out a breath before Luke spoke.

"Where do I go." He whispered anxiously. I bit my cheek, heading to my bedroom door.

"I don't know. Hold on." I muttered and exited my room.

I picked at my fingers as I reached for my front door, revealing an unamused Ashton. He took a step to come in, but an impulsive reaction caused me to step in front of him, blocking his way.

"What's are you doing." He muttered in an annoyed tone. I tried quickly to think of something to get Luke out and Ashton in, but Luke decided to make that harder for the both of us. I watched Ashton's eyes as they landed behind me, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes narrowing.

"Why...?" He began, turning his head in confusion. I turned around to see a stunned Luke. He let out a forced laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Heyyy." Luke dragged out, glancing at me quickly. I sighed at his pathetic attempt at staying cool. Ashton pushed his way past me, walking towards Luke, who had one sock on, one sock in hand, an unbuttoned top, and messy hair.

"Why are you here?" Ashton questioned boldly, looking him up and down. Luke looked at me and then back to Ashton.

"Uhm... Y/n needed help.. With something." He began hesitating. Ashton raised his head in amusement, not buying Luke's lie.

"Why didn't she just call me?" He asked, crossing his arms, now noticing my smeared makeup.

"Because it's something for you." I chirped in, "It's something I had to plan without you, a surprise." I giggled anxiously. Ashton looked to me, then to Luke.

"You need to leave." He muttered to Luke, becoming increasingly aware of what was going on. Luke glanced to me quickly before grabbing his shoes and heading for the door. Ashton brushed his shoulder roughly on the way out, making Luke and his catch each others eyes briefly. Luke looked down with embarrassment before walking out the door. Ashton turned back to me, rubbing his eyes in annoyance.

"We need to talk.".

[calumsbiceps]

happiest birthday to our magnificent bassist 🩵

[oldiesstationlover11607]

5SOS Masterlist

Luke Hemmings

none yet!

Michael Clifford

none yet!

Ashton Irwin

none yet!

Calum Hood

none yet!

5sos - whole band

Music video - platonic

[calumsrockstar]

Brother´s best friend - Ashton Irwin

Contents: Smut (p in v, oral m recieving,clitoral stimulation, pet names)

Word count: 1.2k

y/h/c - your hair color

y/b/n - your best friend's name

READER IS 18

In where Ashton cannot get rid of the attraction that he has on his brother´s best friend

Ashton Irwin x sister!reader (fem)

Ashton never had a thing for younger girls, until he saw you. You were small, pure and almost innocent looking, he had always wanted you, but the only problem was that you were his brother's best friend.

He was a drummer, so he mostly just spent his time inside the garage practicing his songs, or in his room listening to music. He didn't care if he was too loud, after all, he was the older brother, so he could do whatever he wanted.

You were planned to have a study session with your best friend y/b/n ´s upcoming test. It was summer at the time, so as usual, you wore some shorts with a crop top, this was your usual style, your y/h/c hair was let down and curled.

You knocked on the door, a minute later, your best friend opened. "y/n! welcome to my humble abode!" your friend had moved to a new house, and you hadn't been in his house for years, so many things had changed. "hey, y/b/n, what's up?" you asked. "I've got all the algebra material ready, let's just go to the living room." You followed him.

You two sat down on the dinner table. For 30 minutes everything was okay, until you heard some loud banging coming from the garage. y/b/n let out a large sigh. "It's Ashton, I told him that you were coming over, yet he still is an asshole, typical. I'll tell him to quiet down."

As he went down to call Ashton, you reminded yourself of his older brother. You haven't seen him in ages, and years ago you had a stupid crush on him, but he obviously didn't reciprocate. You caught yourself thinking too much, then snapped yourself back to your studies.

The banging stopped, and your best friend came up. "Finally!" You laughed. "I'm not sure he'll stop for good." He said. "I just needed a least a minute of silence." You said.

"Hey, do you want snacks? I could go buy them really quick, there's a supermarket near here." He told you. "Oh, I would hate to be a bother, you really don't have to." You uttered. "It would be my pleasure, I'm hungry too. Make yourself at home, and don't be afraid to go tell my brother if he's making too much noise." "Thanks so much, see you later."

He left, and you tried to concentrate on your studies, but 5 minutes later, there it was again, the banging. You waited another 5 minutes to see if he would stop, "of course he didn't." You thought.

You slowly made your way to the garage, you were nervous, not only to tell him off, but to see what he looked like after all these years.

You slowly opened the door. "Ashton?" You asked. He immediately stopped. You had to stop your jaw from hanging off the floor. He looked good, not even good, amazing. His hair had grown out and he was wearing a blue bandana, and his muscles had definetely grown.

"Could you just play a little lower, i'm trying to study, please." You said in a high pitched voice. "Why did I say it like that?" You thought.

Ashton stood up from his drum set. "y/n? I haven't seen you in forever! you've really... grown." His voice was deeper too. God dammit. "Yeah, it's been a long time." You laughed awkwardly.

"Well, i'll leave you to it, i'll go to my room." He said in a happy tone. "Thank you so much." You smiled, and closed the door to the garage.

Ashton couldn't help but look at your ass when you left. Damn, when did you get so hot?

When you sat down on the table, you got a phone call from your best friend. "Hey, y/n, the supermarket is stupidly full, i'll take way much more time than expected, if that's okay with you? Also, did Ashton stop making noise?" He asked. "Yeah, it's fine, Ashton stopped making noise too. I'll be okay, take your time." You replied.

You reminded yourself that you needed to get some highlighters, so you went up the stairs to y/b/n's room. The problem was, you didn't know which room was his, so it was a gamble. You would hope and pray that this wasn't Ashton's room.

You opened the door. Ashton was holding his cock, stroking up and down, his head was all the way back, his eyes were closed. Your panties immediately were soaked, this was the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.

Ashton finally opened his eyes. "Hey! Don't you know how to knock?" he yelled. "I'm so sorry! I thought this was your brother's room!" You said and tried to close the door.

"Hey, I didn't tell you to go away did I?" His cock was still hard and he was smirking. Your jaw dropped. "Cat's got your toungue princess? Come here." He said with a growl in his voice.

This only turned you on even more. You can't believe you were in a room with your best friend's naked brother.

"Up, on the bed." He said. You crawled up on the bed, and looked at him. "You know i've been looking at you since you came here you know? No need to get shy."

"Ashton, your brother can get here at any moment, do you think this is a good idea?" You asked. "I'm up for it if you're up for it baby, nobody needs to know."

You placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You're so adorable baby, come here." Ashton growled. He grabbed your face and started kissing you, much more passionately this time.

He went on top of you and undid your shorts. He put a hand inside our panties. "You're already so wet for me, and i didn't even do anything, guess you're not as innocent as I thought." He started playing with your clit, making you moan.

"Do you want to suck me off?" He asked. You didn't say anything, but you nodded. "Naughty girl, that's what I like to hear. Strip." You did as asked.

"You look so gorgeous baby, i've been thinking about this since I first saw you." He stood up, and you kneeled down.

You looked up at him, and started licking his tip. Ashton wasn't someone who liked teasing, so he pushed his cock down your throat while he held up your hair. His head tilted back, he looked angelic, while he throatfucked you.

When you stopped, he threw you on the bed. "Those muscles really are doing their job." You thought

"Are you gonna be a good girl and take this dick?" You nodded. "Say it with words." He demanded. "I'm gonna be a good girl and take your dick, please fuck me." "That's more like it." He said.

He placed himself on top of you and lined his cock at your entrance. You gasped at the sensation of suddenly feeling full. He slid in and out as his breaths got louder and louder. You could feel them on your neck.

"I'm close, Ashton." You exclaimed. "Me too baby, cum for me." As soon as he said the word, you let yourself go, that was the best orgasm of your life. After that, he also came, filling you up completely.

"Well, that was something." You laughed.

"I missed you." Ashton said, while catching his breath.

"I'm sure you did." You smiled.

He looked at you, "I hope you come to study here more times."

"We'll see about that, you'll have to make some more noise.''

[causeyoudontgotoparties]

Focus

Rating: mature

Pairing: poly!cake x female reader

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), subspace?, aftercare

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You didn’t know how you got here. Back against Luke’s bare chest, thighs propped up on his, completely naked against him.

Whimpers and pleas spilling out of your mouth as Calum buried his head between your legs. Vigorously flicking his tongue at your sensitive bud as Luke’s hands rested on your tits.

Your fallen head against Luke’s shoulder, face in the crook of his neck desperately trying to keep your whimpers quiet.

You felt Luke’s hand grip your jaw, making you look forward.

“Focus, lovie.” He said, referring to the movie he had playing on the screen ahead of you. Calums assault on your clit had not slowed down, eating you out like a starved man.

“Please i-i can’t, p-please let me cum.” You stuttered, feeling yourself closer to your orgasm.

Calum slightly pulled away from your cunt, “I dunno sweetheart, don’t think you deserve it.” He fake pouted.

“Do you think she deserves to cum Luke?” Calum said, looking at the blue eyed boy.

You looked up at look him with teary doe eyes and pouted lips, hoping he would cave and let you have your release.

Luke looked down at you, mocking your pout, “ I don’t think so lovie.”

“b-but I was good .” You whimpered as calum buried his head in between your thighs again.

Luke roughly grips your chin, “don’t be a brat, you’ll get to cum when we’re ready to let you.”

“Now focus baby.” He said, turning your head to the screen in front of you once again.

Your head lolled side to side, your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt your release quickly approaching, legs shaking with anticipation.

“Okay lovie, you can cum, show calum how much of a good girl you are.” He said into your ear.

Calum slowly slipped a thick finger into your heat, thrusting at a quick pace paired with his mouth, while Luke’s fingers carefully tweaked with your nipples.

Your thighs began to shake with pleasure, soft whimpers spilling out of your mouth once again.

Calum pushed a second finger into you, thrusting at a pace you didn’t even think was possible, his tongue still vigorously attacking your clit. You could’ve swore you stars.

Your moans grew louder as you felt a gush of pleasure between your legs. Your body convulsed as Calum pulled away slightly to press soothing kisses on your thighs while you slumped against luke as he played with your hair.

“Did so good sweet girl.” Calum said kissing up your body, reaching your face and pecking your lips. “So proud of you.”

Your mind still fuzzy as you tried to find your surroundings again. Trying to sit up ever so slightly to regain your conscious.

“Woah, easy there baby, you’re still up in the clouds, yeah? How ‘bout we get you a bath and relax.” Luke said in your ear as he lifted you up and carried you to the bath.

Before you knew it, you were in the tub and both boys were dressed and sitting at the side of the tub, helping clean you up.

Why is everything moving so fast?

“You did so good lovie, my best girl.” Luke cooed, as he washed your body. Cal carefully combing his fingers through your hair.

Before you knew it, you were being lifted out of the tub and carried to the room. Cal had dressed you in an oversized t-shirt and panties.

You had opened your eyes to find yourself in between the both of them as you felt yourself coming back.

“H-hi” you stuttered as you looked between the two of them.

Luke took your face into his hands, “hi sweetheart, you went all floaty on us, cal make you feel that good?” He teased.

You buried your head into the pillow to hide your blushing from the both of them.

Cal wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, “no need to be embarrassed princess, I find it flattering.” He rasped into your ear.

The both of them whispering sweet little nothings to you until you drifted off to sleep with your two favorite boys.

[smuttyaf]

SouthSide Serpent

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: R

features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)

a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?

please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!

& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<

also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )

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The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.

Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.

The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.

You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.

As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.

The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.

It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.

Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.

“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.

“I love it.” You sheepishly said.

The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.

The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.

Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.

Stop watching me

Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.

With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.

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Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.

You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.

A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.

You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.

The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.

As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.

The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.

~

The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.

Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.

Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.

Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.

And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.

The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.

God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?

As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.

“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.

The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.

“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.

“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.

“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.

“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.

You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.

Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.

“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.

“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.

“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.

“Really?”

“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”

Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”

“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.

“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.

The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.

“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.

“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.

A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.

“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.

“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.

You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.

“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.

“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.

That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.

That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.

“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.

The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.

You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.

The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.

“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.

“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.

Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.

So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.

Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.

The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.

He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.

A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.

“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.

Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.

Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.

Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.

“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.

It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.

“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.

The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.

The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.

“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.

And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.

A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.

“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.

“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.

Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.

The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.

Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.

“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.

Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.

Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.

A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.

He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.

“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.

You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.

His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.

“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.

All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.

“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.

You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.

“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.

“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.

“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.

The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.

That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.

Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.

“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.

The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.

The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.

“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.

“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.

This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.

“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.

Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.

“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.

“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.

You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

[5sosunited101]

[souperbloom]

HI PEEPS! in light of getting out a bit of a writer’s block/rut & FINALLY publishing tangerine, tangerine…. i’m officially reopening my requests (YIPPEE!!!) so if you have anything on your mind, anything at all really, meet me in the inbox ;)

xoxo, soup

[inthepassengerside]

doesn’t have to be anything too crazy if u don’t want but something with a size kink cuz he is huge and it’s sexy. dom luke cuz u slay with that.

Teach You

warnings: daddy kink, kind of innocent reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, uhh i think that’s it

A/N: i have no idea when this request is from i’m sorry. trying to write all my asks but there’s a lot so i started here. hope you guys enjoy, sorry if it’s rushed or too short. feedback is always appreciated!

You wait by the door for him as soon as you finish working around the house. Dinner is made and plated, dishes are washed and put away, and two large glasses of wine sit on the table.

Despite living together, you and Luke hadn’t been getting much time with each other. It’s now a couple months after your engagement, work has picked up again and the number of Luke’s clients are increasing by the minute.

He apologizes profusely when he does see you. Sometimes, he’ll come home with gifts just to show how much he loves and misses you. Flowers, lingerie, jewelry. As much as you appreciate him for it, you just wanted him.

That’s why, when you received one of Luke’s check-in texts after taking out a load of laundry, you almost dropped to the floor.

“Finally all done. I’m home for the next week. Tonight after dinner I’m going to take you to bed and fuck you so hard you and our mattress will become one. See you soon baby ❤️”

After that kind of text, you couldn’t think straight. It now had you anticipating his arrival many hours before. You did everything: shaved your whole body, moisturized, even painted your nails and toes just because you wanted to be the absolute prettiest for him.

After you did that you began on dinner, and soon enough, it was time for Luke to come home.

You sat on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at whatever sitcom reruns are on the tv. When you faintly hear the buttons of the security keypad beeping, your heart starts to race.

Luke walks in looking like a fucking God. He wears a simple black button down with some black slacks and black dress shoes. You might drool at the sight of him.

You stand and he walks right over to you. “My beautiful wife,” he breathes, before leaning in to kiss you. You blush and both your heart and core spasm at the comment.

“Hi,” You start off with a voice crack, “dinner is ready. I made some steak and there’s a bunch of sides on the table.”

“Mmm.. thank you baby,” he smiles down at you, “gonna go change and I’ll be right back okay?”

Your pursed lips turn into a smile, “Yeah.” He leans down to kiss you and you melt into him before he pulls away with a sly grin. What a tease.

He makes it quite quick, coming down the stairs in some grey sweatpants and some old band t-shirt.

You guys sit down for dinner and enjoy your meals with some small talk. You feel a bit uncomfortable, not because of Luke, but because he’s not really giving you any direction in how tonight is going to go.

“‘s delicious, baby.” He gets stands up with his plate, leaning down to kiss your neck, and then walking over to the sink. Your eyes flutter shut as you shake your head, trying your hardest to regain even a bit of your composure.

You stand up as well. You begin to clean the kitchen as Luke walks over to the living room, plopping down on the couch to do some last minute work on his laptop, and then flicking on the tv.

After finishing cleaning up the kitchen, you softly patter your feet over to Luke on the couch. Just as you’re about to sit, he shuts his laptop and mumbles, “Upstairs.”

You look at him, not quite sure if you heard him correctly. “Hm?”

“Go upstairs,” he says flat. You stare at him blankly for a bit before nodding and scrambling upstairs.

As you make your way upstairs and slip into your silk nightie, you anticipate what moves Luke are going to be making tonight. Your memory floods back to only a few months ago when you had lost your virginity to your fiancé. He was gentle, but also so deep and passionate with you that you didn’t know what he’d be like not under those circumstances.

You look at yourself in the large, full length mirror in the corner of your room. The black lace decorates your skin perfectly. As you smile to yourself, you walk until you’re standing at the foot of the bed. You slowly sink to your knees, your heels touching the backs of your thighs as you sit and wait for Luke.

“I always want you to wait for me like this,” he said to you a couple weeks ago as he stood tall over you, his thumb tracing along your lips watching you peer up at him. “Good girls wait like this, okay? And you’re my good girl… my good, perfect girl,” he trailed off, his thumb slipping into your mouth.

Your thoughts are soon interrupted as you hear the door open. You look at Luke, and he has a subtle smirk spread across his lips. “My pretty baby.. look at you all dressed for me. You remembered what I taught you, yeah?”

You nod, smiling softly, waiting for him to continue. “That’s very good, baby. And ‘m gonna teach you some more today before I absolutely ruin you…”

A blush sprawls across your cheeks as you nod up at him, and he smiles, before tugging off his shirt, and then his grey sweats. Your mouth waters at the sight of his bulge in his black boxers. “You wanna help me, baby? Make me feel good?”

You nod. How could you say no? Not when he was so thick beneath his restraint. “Words…” he speaks. “Yes, yes daddy I want to help.”

He grins. “Take them off,” he mutters, hissing as your fingers peek under the elastic. You peel off his boxers, eyes immediately darting to his angry erection, begging for your attention. You think about how he taught you to touch him the first time, spitting in your hand before wrapping it around him, stroking slowly. You look at him, waiting for his reaction.

He lets out a rough groan, his eyes finding yours as he lets out mumbles of praise. “Good girl. More, faster.” You stroke him faster, and your mind flickers back and forth whether you want to try using your mouth or not.

You slowly duck your head down to kitten lick the tip of his cock, precum immediately dribbling on your tongue. Your eyes widen, but you continue, licking at his head and teasing him.

Luke moans, “Naughty baby…” he slaps the tip of his cock along your lips.. “You wanna play? Open up then.” But, you refused, keeping your lips closed. He groans softly, and you finally open, sucking the head of him into your mouth. You go slow, unfamiliar with this type of performance, and you let him control the pace. His hands find the back of your head, slowly guiding you as moans and whimpers tumble from his lips. You only get to take him halfway before you start gagging, and he pulls you away.

“Perfect, baby. All done for right now… get up on the bed for me.”

You scramble to your feet, nodding and lying down on your back, moving upward until your head meets the pillows. He looks unreal, climbing atop of you and kissing down your chest.

“Can’t believe you’re mine, honey. Getting this dolled up for me…” he tugs at the edge of your panties, before leaving them and prodding down at the wet spot that formed in the center. “Baby girl made a mess? Want me to fix it?”

You nod, and he tugs your panties down, letting out a groan at the sight of you. “Just wanna fuck this perfect little hole baby.”

You whimper loudly, nodding fast as you reach out for him. “P-please daddy.”

You’ve always been fascinated by how big he was. His broadened shoulders, large hands, and massive cock. When you’d lost your virginity to him, you swear you felt him in your stomach. You were scared that he wouldn’t fit, but he got you to take him little by little till you were filled to the brim.

Luke stands before you, stroking his cock slowly, just watching you. While he prepares himself, you take off your slip, to which he lets out a groan. You subconsciously spread your thighs, inviting him. he growls, nodding at you, and settling between them.

He slides the tip of his cock along your soaked folds. “S-stop teasin’, daddy,” you whimper. He growls, “You take what I give you.”

After a few short seconds, he slowly slides into you. He makes it so you feel every single inch of him, eyes boring into yours as his mouth opens slightly and a whimper leaves his lips, to which you mirror.

“A-ah!” a near scream leaving your lips. He mumbles into your neck, settling inside you completely, “Such a tight fucking pussy. Gonna fuck the shape of my cock into it, only for me to take.”

You whimper and nod, “P-please,” before grabbing his free hand and pressing it into his lower stomach, looking up at him.

“Here? You feel me here baby?” He moans, molding his lips with yours and slipping his tongue inside.

You groan, “mmmhm… please move, daddy…”

He retracts his hips slowly, guttural noises leaving both of your mouths.

He fucks into you, lips suckling all over your body. “You feelin’ good on me baby? Yeah? Daddy fuckin’ you good?”

You whimper. “A-ah! Yes… yes daddy! Y-you’re so deep inside,” you squeal. “Gah! Don’t stop….”

Soft little uh uh uh’s fall from your lips repeatedly. The way he drills inside of you makes your mouth stay open, eyes fluttering shut as he pumps you full.

Your reaction ignites a fire within Luke, his movements growing more fervent yet still just as deep. "You okay?" he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with a mix of desire, but he still needs to check in on his baby. You moan, letting him know you’re okay, and he continues.

Luke begins to deepen his strokes, each movement a promise and a declaration of his desire for you. His breath hitches with each motion, every caress a reminder of his love for you.

“Daddy… daddy please can I cum? I’m so close…” you whimper, arms reaching up to wrap around him, scratching his back.

As your words find Luke's ears, he can feel the tension growing between you both. His voice is hoarse as he whispers, "Together-"

His movements become more deliberate, his need for release a powerful force that fuels every touch and movement. And just when it feels like you're both teetering on the edge of something unreal, he whispers against your lips, "Let go for me, baby. "

You cum as soon as he gives you permission, your body spasming uncontrollably as he fucks you through it. Moans tumbling out of your mouth, body shaking under him, eyes fluttering shut, waiting for him to release.

“Fuck fuck fuck, such a good girl. I’m gonna fucking cum- gonna pump you so full… fill your tiny pussy to the brim.” And with a final, harsh thrust, Luke lets himself release, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he surrenders to you. His love. In that instant, time seems as though it does not exist, leaving only the raw feeling of being with you.

Luke holds you close, his body trembling with the aftershocks of your shared climax. As you clutch onto him, he murmurs soft reassurances against your skin, his hand gently stroking your back. His voice is a soothing, comforting whisper. “You okay baby? I know that was intense. You did so good for me, little girl.”

A tear slips from your eye. Not because you’re sad.. you’re actually not sure why. Luke could sense that you were in a subby headspace. He knew that words might be difficult right now, so he took a moment to simply hold you close and scratch along your scalp like he knew you loved. His touch was a steady, grounding presence, a comfort to soothe you back to reality.

After a minute, you’re able to regain composure. “I love you,” you manage to get out. Luke's arms tightened around you in a protective, loving embrace. His eyes searched yours as he responded in a soft voice. "I love you too, baby." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his adoration for you evident in every word and gesture.

“I- I should go clean up…” you mumble, suddenly aware of the mess between your thighs and that Luke is still inside of you. “I’ll take care of you.”

As you nod, Luke slowly pulls out of you and withdraws from your body. He carefully maneuvers off of the bed and guides you towards the bathroom, his arm around your waist to guide you. Inside the bathroom, he switches on the light, ensuring that the warm, intimate ambience endures. Then, he retrieves a soft towel and dips it into warm water, wringing it out until it's just damp. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmurs, his voice soothing and caring.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whimper, legs shaking as you sit on the edge of the tub from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Gently, Luke runs the warm cloth over your sensitive skin, carefully wiping away any of his cum left behind. "Of course," he whispers, his touch tender and loving. “Anything for my princess."

You could not wait for your future with Luke. And because every night looked like this, you knew you were set for life. All you needed was him.

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Dr. Angel Face Prequel, Part 8: First Fight to First Anniversary (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: Calum and (Y/N) have their first fight ever. After bouncing back from it, they celebrate their anniversary and exchange the most thoughtful gifts This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading contents of this type, please, scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. (Smut / Fingering / Public Sex / Risky Sex) (Words: 6.3k) Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative  /  Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 9 , 10 /  My Full Masterlist  /  Dr. Angel Face Masterlist  / My Ko-Fi

"How was New York?" Amelia asks, joining me as I stare at the OR board. "New... I don't know, I didn't see much." I reply. "Ooh, that sounds nice." "It wasn't anything like that. Calum was doing promo, I was stuck in a hotel room. And we only went out twice, and that was strategically planned to avoid paps and fans. It wasn't the dreamy New York trip I was hoping for." I sigh. "I am sorry. I know you wanted it to be special." "I knew what I signed up for. Anyway, I am back now, and I have a spinal shunt on a toddler. So, wish me good luck." "You don't really need good luck. But yeah, Good Luck. Karev is assisting?" She asks and I hum. "With the help of Robins via videoconference." "No one recognizes this about you, but the fact you are going your fellowship like that, over videoconferences and with such a long distance from your mentor, is admirable. You are one badass gal, Dr. Angel Face." She teases me, making heat cover my cheeks. "I am going to kill Calum for that nickname." I groan. "It's cute, and it suits you. Let him live." Amelia sings as I walk further from her.

The nickname is now stuck with me at work and home. Even Calum's friends have adopted it. For nearly a year now, I am Dr. Angel Face, and it is lovely. I never want it to change, I never want to be called another nickname, ever again.

"Good morning, buddy. How are you feeling today?" I ask the toddler who hides in his mother's arms, suckling on his pacifier. "Say good morning to Dr. (Y/N)..." His mother coos, stroking his head softly. "He is a little shy today. And a little fussy." She replies as I wait for the interns to scram in. "It's alright. As long as he is not fussy because of a headache." I reply, turning to the interns. "Shall we hear the patient's history?" I ask and the intern nods. "Sammy Spelk, age 3. He was diagnosed with hydrocephalus a month ago and referred to us. He has no other conditions and his morning labs were normal." He narrates and I hum. "Little Sammy over here is going to let us see his temperature, right?" I ask the toddler, sitting on the edge of the bed. I show him the temperature gun, letting him inspect it. "Let's use it on mommy first." I say, pointing the gadget to his mother's forehead. It makes a beeping sound and the LED screen flashes green, showing me her normal temperature. "Are you ready, Sam?" I ask and he points at his head. I smile at him, preparing the gun before pointing it at him. "97.5, we are alright. Now, we are going for a walk and we are going to get a picture of your head. Ok, Sam?" I ask, looking at the interns. "We are heading into surgery after the CT?" The mother asks and I nod. "If there is no swelling, we are going to prep him for surgery. I will send someone out to inform you while we are in. I have done this surgery countless times. And I am being assisted by the hospital's chief of surgery, and Dr. Robins, who is a top pediatric surgeon. Sam is in really good hands." I assure her and she sighs. "Do you have children?" She asks me and I shake my head no. "No, I don't." "You are very good with Sam, and he is not an easy child. He seems to trust you." She states. "It is one of the reasons why I chose pediatric neurosurgery. Children are much better patients than adults." I joke as the intern rolls in the wheelchair for Sam. "Can I come along?" The mother asks. "You will have to wait outside the radiology department, but yes, it's preferred if you do follow." I reply, helping Sam onto the chair.

"Your phone was shut off..." Calum states as my call goes through. "Good evening to you too, my love. It is so nice to finally hear your voice after such a long day." I tease him, earning a scoff. "You are a pain in the ass, Dr. Angel Face." "I have been told. Multiple times, by my boyfriend who wouldn't change anything about me." "Smartass..." He mumbles. "I was in surgery, I needed to be undistracted." I explain and he hums. "Am I a distraction, Dr. (Y/L/N)?" He asks. I can practically hear his cocked eyebrow in his voice. "The worst kind of. Anyway, why were you calling me?" I ask him. "I wanted to ask what you'd like for dinner... Remember, date at your place, tonight?" "Of course, I remember. But I thought I'd be cooking." "Well, you said you had this exciting surgery today and I thought you'd need to rest a bit, that's why I am suggesting takeout." He explains. Oh no, his caring and considerate side. I can feel my heart pounding, my knees becoming weak. "Just say you don't like my cooking, Hood..." I laugh and he sighs, in playful frustration. "I could eat some stir-fry tonight. Maybe some chicken wantons too." "Rice cake too?" He asks and I hum. "Do you even need to ask?" "I will be over at your place at 8:30." "I will be waiting." I cheer, a smile permanently tattooed on my face nowadays. He makes me happy, the happiest I have been in a relationship. And he is the longest relationship I have been in, I am not afraid to admit it. Sometimes I catch myself thinking he is the one, the one I am supposed to grow old and spend the rest of my life with.

True to his word and never late, Calum knocks on my door at 8.30. I rush to the door, opening it with a smile on my face. However, Calum's energy doesn't seem to match mine. "Hi. Come on in. Is everything alright?" I ask, moving aside to let him in. He hands me the takeout bag, walking straight to the living room. He is silent, and he seems broody, like something is bothering him. "Cal, did something bad happen?" I ask him, leaving the bag on the coffee table. Calum digs his phone out of his pocket, focusing on it and completely brushing me off. "Calum, I am getting a little worried. What is going on? You seem angry." I take a seat by him, reaching to take his hand in mine. He pulls it away, handing me his phone. "Someone took pictures of us in New York." He snaps. I furrow my eyebrows together, looking at the pap pic. "Took pictures of us doing what?" I ask. "On our date. There is one of us walking to the restaurant, and some of us kissing..." He sounds just as tense as he did before. "Oh." I simply breathe out, not seeing where the tragedy is in someone taking a picture of us kissing. "Oh? Is that all you are going to say?" He asks me and I shrug, locking the phone and handing it to him. "What more is to say? We both knew it would happen eventually." I reply. "This is a fucking disaster, (Y/N). The worst thing that could happen. I don't understand how you can be so calm about it." I stare at him, shocked by his choice of words. "A disaster?" I ask, blinking fast as I stand up from the couch, with my arms crossed before my chest. "You know what I mean..." "No, I don't know what you mean, Calum. I don't know why us finally going public is the worst thing that could happen. I really don't, unless you are embarrassed about dating me. I know I might not be the most polished, or the shiniest woman you could have by your side, but I am fucking amazing and I fucking deserve not to forever live in secret." "(Y/N), this is not what I meant." He says through gritted teeth. "I think you should go, Calum. Go home, talk with your friends, and sleep on it. Get your head clear. Take time, take a day, a week... Just, come back to me with a clear head." I try to remain calm, but my voice breaks at the end of the sentence. "(Y/N), come on. I am sorry." He stands up. I pick up the bag from the coffee table, handing it to him. "Goodnight, Calum." I say simply, stepping aside and looking at my feet, waiting for him to go.

He sighs, leaving the takeaway bag on the coffee table, before walking out of the house. I pick up the bag, head straight to my fridge, and place it on the very front of the fridge, before heading to lock the door and head to bed.

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"Can you touch my finger, Sam?" I ask the toddler, holding a finger up for him. He seems to follow the command with ease, reaching for it with both hands. "Good job, buddy. Now I am going to hold this light in front of you, for just a few seconds." I explain, taking my flashlight out of the pocket of my coat. "Pupils are responsive and we have good gross motor function. Now, Sammy, can you look at my finger?" I ask, holding it up again. I move it from side to side, while my intern holds Sam's head steady. "Follow my finger, Sam." I say softly, moving my finger from side to side. "Look at you go... Excellent. And now for the fun part." I announce, reaching for the markers and coloring pad on the nightstand. "You are going to paint with mommy. I heard you are an amazing artist." I hand the pad and markers to his mom. "Why are we handing the patient these?" I turn to the interns. "Fine motor function?" One asks me. "And why this particular method." "Cause he is... a kid." She replies and I hum. "Give him time to color, and we will be back in an hour. This far he is doing great." I assure the mother. "Thank you. We will get straight to color, right buddy?" She opens the pad, spreading out the markers for her son.

I know I gave him time to think and all that stupid shit, but Calum has not even called me yet, nor texted me our usual good morning. It is less than 24 hours since he left my house, but it has been a long, torturing day and I am honestly over this whole argument. He should, by now, have admitted he overreacted. I should not have suggested that he take time if I wasn't prepared to wait for him to do his thinking. I must know better by now. And I know he is not embarrassed by me, not the tiniest bit, but the drama queen inside me wanted to make an entrance. I unlock the door to my apartment, kicking off my shoes. I cannot wait for winter to give place to long, summer daylights. I am not built for early, dark nights.

Before I could even head to my kitchen and dig my way into last night's leftovers, the doorbell rings, signaling that someone is behind my door. I peep through the peephole, finding Calum waiting for me to open up. I open the door, looking at him with knitted eyebrows. "Can I come in?" He asks, pointing inside the house. I move from the door, inviting him inside. "I just got home." I state, shutting the door behind him. "I know. I was waiting for you in my car." He replies. "A tiny bit stalkery. Why didn't you use your key?" I ask, signaling for him to follow me to the kitchen. "I didn't know if Jean was home and I honestly didn't want to stumble upon her. She is not the friendliest..." He mumbles and I hum. "Yeah, she is like that lately."

I reach inside my purse, taking out the picture Sammy gifted me earlier this evening, and putting it on the fridge, choosing a cute magnet for it. "Cute art. Must be expensive." Calum teases me. I cannot help the smile that curls up my lips. "A patient gifted it to me to thank me for my job." I reply. "Should I be jealous of the competition?" He asks me. "He is way too young for me. Takeout?" I ask, opening the fridge. "No, thank you. I was hoping we could talk..." He leans against the counter. I shut the fridge close, turning to face him fully. "Do you want to start?" I ask him. "I am not embarrassed by you. If anything, you are the one way out of my league. The pap pictures are a breach of privacy, my privacy, and I want to keep some things to myself. Not because I don't want to scream from the rooftops you are mine, but because people knowing means they are going to harass you. I don't want that, I don't want to put you in the bullseye. I know what it does to relationships, I have seen it tearing couples apart. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to be attacked. And going public means that you are now part of my public image, it means that the PR team controls my public life and yours. I have learned to live with that, but you shouldn't. I know I overreacted yesterday, I know I did not use the right words. And I am sorry for that. I am sorry you felt that I am embarrassed by you, for even a second. I love you, (Y/N). I love you more than I thought it was possible to love anyone. And I am not saying this to win you over or to end this argument. I am saying it because it is how it is. It is how I feel right now." He talks fast, his slight lisp becoming more prominent as his frustration grows. I chuckle, shake my head and move closer to him. I hold his face in my hands, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. I feel him sigh in relief as we kiss, moving his hands to my lower back, holding me close to his body. "I love that you want to protect me. I really do. But I am a grown woman, and I survived med school when I was a teen. They can bring it on. I have a thick skin, and I can take care of myself." I whisper softly, resting my forehead against his. "I can't stop worrying about you." He admits. "I promise, if it ever gets bad enough that I cannot handle it, I am going to tell you. I will not let it come to a breaking point." I hold my pinky up, earning a chuckle from him. He links his pinky with mine, leaving a peck on the tip of my nose. "And since we are apologizing, I want to say I am sorry for how dramatic I was yesterday. It was not fitting to the situation." "You have a bit of a flair for the dramatic. You could have made an excellent actress." He teases me, softly pushing my head to rest on his chest. "It is one of the things you love about me." I point out and he hums. "It is pretty high on my list."

"My mom and my sister are visiting in 3 weeks." Calum comments as I walk into the living room, holding the fresh takeout food just delivered to my house. "They are? That's exciting. Are they staying at yours?" I ask him and he hums. "Of course. I cannot let them stay elsewhere." "How come they are visiting now?" I ask him and he shrugs. "Mali wanted to visit on my birthday, but she couldn't, she had some studio sessions to finish. And my mom wanted to come with me on New Year's... She wanted to meet you, but she couldn't come last minute. So, she is visiting now." He makes room for me on the couch, lifting the lap blanket so I can curl up to him. "I am meeting your mom?" I ask him and he hums, digging into the delivery bag. "Are you nervous?" "No. I mean, I obviously want her to like me. But she sounds like an absolute sweetheart and I think she already likes me." "She does. She likes how grounded you keep me." "I keep you grounded? Really?" I ask, picking up my chopsticks. "Before I met you, my head was in the clouds. Then I went through that breakup with my ex and I lost my balance. But you came along, and you made me feel things again. I had to find my balance again to be with you." He replies, handing me my box. I smirk to myself, leaning my head on his shoulder and pressing a kiss on the hollow point of his jaw. "You make me sound like some sort of magical creature. Like your life was nothing before I met you." I comment and he shakes his head. "My life was fucking amazing. It still is. I just didn't have to mindset to enjoy it fully. You didn't change me, but you certainly helped. And to sum it up, you are a magical creature. Something between an angel and a fairy godmother." He presses a kiss on the top of my head before digging into his food. "You know that everyone at the hospital calls me Dr. Angel Face now?" I ask him and he scoffs, smirking as he chews his food. "It suits you." He says. "I think I will have it embroidered on my lab coat." I joke, picking a dumpling with my chopsticks. "With a set of angel wings next to it. You will definitely rock it." "I will suggest it to the chief." "Speaking of suggestions, our anniversary is next week." "I know. But I am working the night shift that day." I reply, hating that I have to rain on his parade. "I know, I remember. So, on your day off, I am taking you on a short trip." "A short trip? Where?" I ask, sounding a bit excited about it. "Just less than an hour away from L.A. Not too far. There is a vineyard, in Moraga Drive, they give tours and have wine tasting. I have booked us a group tour." "Are we taking friends with us?" I ask and he shakes his head no. "No, I just thought it would be fun to blend into a crowd of strangers to celebrate our day." He explains, picking up one of his spring rolls and feeding it to me. "Aren't you afraid of being recognized?" I ask and he shrugs. "Well, the secret's already out. Nothing more to fear." He replies, planting a kiss on my forehead. "In that case then... Let's get drunk on Moraga." I giggle, making him hum.

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"Do I get the royal treatment this morning?" I ask Calum as I make my way into the kitchen. He is up, behind the stove cooking breakfast for us, looking like a sexy little lumberjack with his flannel shirt over his grey tanktop, and the 3-day-old stubble decorating his face. It is just a pair of hairs, nothing more, but in my head, it is the sexiest thing. "It is just pancakes and coffee, don't kick your panties off just yet. It is early, you still have time until breakfast's ready. You might want to go lay down for a bit longer, I'll call you." Calum suggests as I take a seat, setting up my iPad on the island and opening my notepad. "I have to study for this neonatal procedure. Robins has sent me a pack of notes and a video. I have already watched the video, don't worry about the gore. I am just taking notes of the notes." I assure him, clicking my pen. "I love gore." He teases, mumbling under his breath. I smirk to myself before opening the article Robins sent to me. "Is it interesting?" He asks me, passing me a mug of coffee. "To me, yeah. I doubt you would have any interest in neuroendoscopic neonatal procedures for spinal fluid dynamics, though." I state, scribbling down on my paper. "I have a huge interest in the things you are interested in." He comments, moving behind me and resting his chin on top of my head. "Ok then. I am studying for an endoscopic septostomy. The plan is to prep now for the procedure so that when the mother goes into labor, I perform on the baby straight away. Right now, there is an obstructed ventricle on the baby's brain, which does not allow the proper circulation of cerebrospinal fluid. Our goal is to unblock the ventricle and allow proper circulation, thus connecting the 3 ventricles of the foramen of Monro." I explain, drawing a quick shape on the paper to explain it. "It sounds all very sexy when you say it." He plants a kiss on my jaw. I giggle, feeling ticklish from the way his day-old beard rubs on my skin. "It is truly such an exciting thing to do. The whole procedure is nothing sort of art. Minimal need for interventions post-surgery. And no severe complications. It is exciting just thinking about it." I explain and Calum chuckles. "I can see how excited you are. When is the mother due?" He asks. "4 weeks. I have time to prep, but you never know when she might get into labor. I want to be ready for any case." "You know you are my personal hero, right?" He asks me, wrapping his arms around me. "It is really not that big of a deal..." I feel my cheeks heat up at his compliment, still getting flustered when he praises me "It is. You should see yourself when you are talking about all that medical stuff... You can light up the whole town." Calum kisses my cheek softly, letting his peck hover over my skin.

"Don't you people have any fucking sense for others in this house?" Jean almost screams, making both Calum and me snap toward the entrance of the kitchen. "I didn't realize you were home." I stutter, watching as she fumes. "I come home after a night shift and I am looking for a bit of quietness to have a bit of sleep, and there you are, laughing like hyenas and talking like you are 3 miles apart." She groans. "I don't think we were that loud." Calum protests, for the first time confronting her. "Of course, you fucking don't. You weren't the one being awakened." "Jean, you know you don't live alone. And we were not loud. We were just talking. I am sorry you are not asleep now, but you are being insufferable the past few days. Everything annoys you." I say calmly, knowing that even a raise in tone will upset her. "Of course, I am not living alone. We used to be two. Now it's three of us..." She says bitterly, walking away from the kitchen.

Calum stays and stares at me empathetically, waiting to see my reaction now that she is gone. "I don't think she likes me much." He mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper, making sure she does not have an excuse to be bitter. "I don't think she likes anyone to be honest." I roll my eyes, shutting my tablet case closed. "Maybe I should stop spending time at your house..." He suggests and I shake my head at him. "I think it is time I stop spending time at this house." I reply and he looks at me with knitted eyebrows. "Jean... She used to have a little crush on me. I made it clear I was not interested and she dropped it. But when I started dating you, she started acting weird. I don't think I am comfortable with this behavior anymore. I think it is time I find a place for myself." I explain, tilting my head to the side. "Well, that explains a lot..." Calum replies, taking a sip from my coffee. "So, you are planning to move out?" He asks me, making me shrug in response. "I don't see another way to cope with her being awful. I am tired of this. She is not mean to just you, she has become aggressive with me too." I state and he sighs, leaning in to peck my forehead. "Pack a little bag with what you'll need. Come stay with me while you prep for the surgery and we will look into options for moving out. Go, I'll stay here and tidy up your kitchen..." He suggests, stroking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You don't have to take me in like a stray. I will be fine here." I assure him but he does not seem to be taking no for an answer at the moment. "What kind of boyfriend I would be if I let my girlfriend stay where they don't treat her right?" He asks, picking up the plate of pancakes before me.

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"New dress?" Calum asks as he enters the master bathroom. I shrug, leaving my powder brush by the sink. "I figured our first anniversary deserved something nice." I reply as he moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist softly. He pecks the top of my head, smiling as he looks at us in the mirror. "I can't believe you have been mine for a year now... How did I ever get so lucky?" He asks, not breaking eye contact through the mirror. "I don't know... But thank your lucky star for me too." I reply, stretching my hand back to stroke his hair. "I'll make sure I do. Almost ready?" He asks me, lowering his lips to the nook of my neck. "Just lipstick and perfume and we are out of the door." I reply and he hums. "I think gloss will suit you better today." He comments and I cock an eyebrow at him. "Ok, Mr. MUA... I'll take your advice today." "I'll pick your perfume." He pecks my temple, moving to the drawer of my toiletries in his bathroom. "Is this a dig to my taste?" I ask him with a soft chuckle. "You obviously have great taste. You are dating me. I just want to pick your perfume." He replies, picking up the little bottles and opening the caps to smell them. "This one. This one always smells good on your skin." He comments, taking a deep whiff of the perfume before letting it rest on the counter by the sink. "I will be out in a second." I smile, applying a layer of lipgloss to my lips. "Gonna check if Duke is set..." He says, pressing a kiss on the side of my head. "I'll meet you downstairs." I reply cheerily, throwing the gloss inside my little purse.

The sun is shining brightly as we ride through the Californian road, blasting some soft music with the windows rolled down, letting the soft wind hit our faces. Even with sunglasses on, the light is so bright that I have to narrow my eyes to be able to look out of the window. "The only thing that could make this thing better is if we were in a convertible." I comment, leaning my head back against the headrest of my seat. Calum smiles and picks my hand from my lap, not taking his eyes off the road as he brings it to his lips. "Next year." He replies, fixing his sunglasses. "You are not taking me to the same place on our next anniversary." I comment and he hums in surprise. "Already having expectations for next year?" He asks. "Why shouldn't I? I am not planning on breaking up with you, and I am not letting you go... So..." I reply with a shrug. "That doesn't sound too bad. I am going to keep your word on that." He chuckles softly, smirking without turning to look at me. I smile to myself, reaching to stroke the hair on the side of his head. I can't remember the last time we had a soft day like this, usually too preoccupied with work and other obligations. So I am going to keep it as a sacred gift. "What is it, princess?" He asks me and I shrug. "Nothing... I just like spending time with you." I admit, not able to take my eyes off my man. He stays silent, but his eyes crinkle as a smile spreads on his face.

Calum pulls me from the group, looking around to make sure no one is looking at us as we walk further into the barrel cellar. "Where are you taking me?" I ask with a very soft giggle, taking a sip from the Merlot sampler we got handed before walking from the crowd. "Somewhere a bit more private." Calum replies, bringing the hand of mine he is holding to his lips. "Why do we need privacy?" I ask as he picks a corridor at the very back, hidden from the attendees. "Because you look a little too good in that dress." He comments, cornering me up against a barrel. He picks up the sampler glass from my hand and leaves it aside, before he leans down to kiss me, placing his hands on my hips. My hands move to the loops of his jeans, fingers going through them to pull him closer to my body. "You smell so sexy." He mutters against my lips, trailing a hand to cup my jaw and keep my head steady. "My boyfriend picked my scent today..." I giggle a little loudly, making Calum groan before he muffles me with a kiss. "I will need you to be really, really quiet. We don't want everyone hearing you and kicking us out." He says sternly, gripping my jaw firmly. "Why would they kick us out?" I ask, knitting my eyebrows together. Calum chuckles, inching the hand that was resting on my hips down to the hem of my dress. "We both know how vocal you can be when I touch you, angel." He comments, bringing his hand in between my thighs. I gasp, eyes going wide as I muffle my mouth with my hand. Calum has a devilish, triumphal smirk stretching on his lips as he discovers my core. "Angel is not as angelic as expected... Not wearing panties today?" He asks, rubbing his fingers on my slit, putting a little pressure on my clit. "Must have forgotten about them..." I tease, throwing my head back against the barrel. I spread my legs more, completely ignoring all logic that says we should not be doing that right now, in this place. "Where is your mind, princess?" He chuckles in a low voice. "On you." I reply, knowing my response will make him hum in pleasure. "That's my girl... Should reward you for that." He hums, gathering my wetness with his fingertips. He grabs my chin and pulls my head down, bringing his lips to mine as he slips 2 fingers inside me. I am grateful for being muffled; the sigh that leaves my lips would have caused some queried looks if not suppressed by his kiss. He curls his fingers up, smirking against my mouth at my little gasp. I feel my face becoming hot, the rush of the moment taking over my prudish side. But who am I kidding? My prudish side has been muted for a year now. "Do you have any idea how wet you are?" Calum asks, caressing his fingers inside me slowly as he moves his lips to my neck. "You will be a good girl and stay quiet for me, won't you baby?" He asks me, grazing his teeth over my sweetspot. "Because if you won't, we will have to stop this. And we don't want this, do we?" He asks me in a condescending tone. I purr in agreement, pressing my lips together to force myself to stay quiet. He picks up the pace of thrusting his fingers, while his thumb moves expertly to stroke my clit softly. His fingers cause a knot in the pit of my stomach, while his thumb on my clit makes me tingle all over, sending electricity down my spine. I have to brace myself, so I cling to him, burying my face in the side of his neck. My nails clutch onto his back as I become more and more lost in pleasure. My left leg hikes up, wrapping around his waist as I lean back, hiding my face to the side, muffling my mouth with my hand. "You have to stay still, princess." Calum comments. "I can't. I can't. I am sorry." I mutter, bucking my hips against his hand. "I need you... I need your cock." I whisper, looking at him pleadingly. "Not here, angel. But I promise you, you will get everything you crave when we return home." He replies as I pulse around him. "I need to..." I begin, but before the whimper could escape from my lips, I bite onto my hand. "I know, baby. Cum for me." Calum leans in, pressing his forehead against mine. It is mind-blowingly intense, trying to cum without making a single sound and drawing attention to us. Yet, I dig my nails into my palm and manage to ride my high without making noise. "You look so cute, all flustered from your orgasm." Calum comments, pecking the tip of my nose. "You know, I was never that risky before I met you." I state as he moves his thumb against my clit, prolonging the euphoric feeling coursing inside me. "What are you talking about? The first time we fucked was in a supply room in the hospital you are working." He points out, taking his fingers off from inside me. There is a numb pulse on my core at the loss of contact, but then I watch as Calum brings his fingers to his mouth, taking my taste, and the pulse becomes heat, spreading on my sex and my whole body. "I think we should leave. What do you think, angel?" He asks me, fixing the hem of my dress. "Who needs wine when I can get drunk on you?" I ask, gulping the knot in the back of my throat that forms just at the thought of what will happen once back home.

Calum takes my hand in his as I lay my head to rest on his chest. Still breathing heavily from his orgasm, he brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles softly. "Why does it still feel so good?" He asks with a sigh. "Would you rather sex was bad?" I ask him back and he chuckles. "It was rhetorical." He points out. "Ashton thinks we are still in a honeymoon phase." Calum adds and I move my gaze to meet his. "You are talking to Ashton about our sex life?" I ask and he rolls his eyes. "No. Obviously no. He just thinks I am smitten. And I don't disagree, to be honest." "Oh, Hood is in love." I chuckle, leaving a kiss on his chest. "I am." "Luckily, I am in love with you too." I rest my ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "We really left our date to come stay in, huh?" He comments and I hum in agreement. "There isn't a better place to be than with you." I reply, tracing a pattern on top of his stomach. "I got you a little something." He states, sitting up to reach under his bed. "What a coincidence... I did too." I cock an eyebrow, getting off the bed to head to the drawer I keep my stuff. "You really shouldn't have." He sighs. "Likewise." I kneel on the end of the bed, passing him the little cardboard box. He hands me the gift bag, motioning me to stop before I open it. "It is really stupid, the thing I got you. But it was stuck in my brain since we talked about it." "I am really curious about what it is." I comment, tapping my fingers on the bag. "You can go ahead and open it if you want to." He suggests but I shake my head. "Yours first. I have to explain it a bit." Calum eagerly undoes the bow that holds the little box together, lifting the lid to take a look inside.

"I always love it when you wear rings. And I thought about what I should get you, and it was this. This is the snake from the international medicine symbol, shaped like your initial. I know it is stupid, but I thought that it would be like having a little bit of me wrapped around your finger." I explain, watching as Calum takes the ring out of the box and slides it on his finger. "It is one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever gotten. I love the thought behind it. Wait, did you design it?" He asks me and I shake my head no. "I described it to the jewelry designer and he made it for me. I am not that good at designing." "It is beautiful. Thank you, my love." He runs his finger over the ring, smiling as he takes a good look at the chunky, silver ring. "My turn now." I announce, opening the bag. "I am really embarrassed about my gift now." He warns me. I reach inside, picking out a brand new lab coat, embroidered with the hospital's logo on the right side of it. On the left, it has my name, and title, with a bit of addition underneath it. 'Dr. Angel Face', with angel wings on either side of the sentence. I laugh softly, remembering when I jokingly suggested I should have the nickname embroidered on my coat. "Calum, this is... Amazing. I don't know what to say." I am still looking at the coat, running my finger over my nickname. "Wait... That's the title I will get when I complete my fellowship." I point out and he hums. "I am so sure it is coming soon, I don't see the point of not having it embroidered on the coat already." He states. I leave the coat aside, moving closer to Calum and cradling his face in my hands. "I love you so fucking much." I state, before leaning in to kiss him.

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Announcement: Two more parts for the prequels before I post the next part of the main story. It is going to be titled Wrapped Around Your Finger, and I will probably have to break it into 2 posts because thus far it is 38k words and I am still not done with the plotlines I want to include.

Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative  /  Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 9 , 10 /  My Full Masterlist  /  Dr. Angel Face Masterlist  / My Ko-Fi

[sinning5sos]

coworkers | Calum

Requested: yes by anon

Word Count: ~1,700

Smut:  CAR SEX. :)

“Join us for at least one drink tonight, please? It’s Friday night,”  Your coworker asked, and you sighed as you closed your laptop and looked up at her.

“Carla, you know I don’t need to go out tonight,” You responded, and she rolled her eyes.

“Who gives a fuck what you need, come and have fun!” She stated as she glared at you and you knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer, “We can go get ready at yours, I already have a change of clothes in my car. Plus, I heard the new office hottie will be there.”

She wiggled her eyebrows and you laughed quietly as you both turned to look toward his office.

“He really is so fucking hot, isn’t he?” You whispered, and she giggled. He really was. He had this beautiful tan skin, dark curls and a gorgeous smile. You loved the way that his tattoos peaked out from his sleeve, the ink contrasting his skin, and how just underneath his white button-up, you could see just a hint of tattoos on his chest.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go out.” You said, and your coworker smiled as she looked back at you. 

“I heard he’s single too. He just moved into town, he could be looking for a fuck buddy? Who knows, maybe you’ll go home with him.”

* * *

Your coworkers were crowded around a tall table at one of the local bars, and you were more than a few rounds in. 

“No, no way. There’s not a chance that you could outsell me,” One of your coworkers yelled, and the office hottie chuckled, as well as a few of your other coworkers.

“Look man, you don’t know how I roll.” He said, and you giggled as you watched him. He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way, and when he made eye contact with you, he winked. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks, hoping the alcohol would disguise it so it wasn’t too evident on your face.

You excused yourself from the table and went up to the bar to grab another drink. You felt someone walk up beside you, and glanced over to see that it was the hottie. You smiled up at him, and he held his hand out.

“I’m Calum,” He offered, and you took his hand in yours. 

“Oh I know, you’re the talk around the office,” You said, and he chuckled. You introduced yourself, and he smiled at you. “I like your tattoos.”

Your eyes drifted down his hand, which was still holding yours in it. He squeezed it gently before letting go, and then unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it up. Your hand trailed along his tattoos but stopped up at his forearm.

“I’ve got a few more, you’ll have to see them as well.” He said, winking at you once again and you bit down on your lip as you turned back to the bar. He leaned in close, his lips very close to your ear and you held still.

“If you bite your lip again like that in front of me, I’ll show you how to really bite it,” He murmured, his hand sliding along my back as he leaned in. Your breath caught in your throat at how forward he was, but you loved it.

You turned to face him, your chest inches away from his, and looked up into his eyes. You held his gaze for a moment, before bringing your hand up to his chest. You let your hand slowly fall along his front before pulling the band of his pants and making him stumble into you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish Calum,” You whispered, and he smiled.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. Want to go back to mine?” He murmured, and you smiled, “Should we say goodbye?”

You turned to look back at your group of coworkers, who were still engaged in a rowdy conversation but you caught the eye of Carla. She held two thumbs up and you laughed as you shook your head.

“I think that they’ll be okay, let’s get out of here.” You said, and he grabbed your hand in his again and led you through the crowded bar and out the door, “Are you good to drive?”

“Oh yes darling, and I plan on having my hand on your thigh the entire drive to mine.” He whispered in your ear, and you giggled once again. You felt as if you were back in college with how eager you were to get back to his. He pulled you down the parking lot and held your door open as you climbed into his car. You smoothed out your hair real quick as he walked around the car and climbed into his seat.

You turned to face him and stopped his hand as he brought the key to the ignition, “Honestly, I don’t think I can wait. I need you now.” 

He dropped his keys as he processed your words, but quickly locked the doors. He pushed his chair back as you climbed into his lap, and he fumbled with his belt as he undid it. He moved his hands to your cheeks and pulled your face closer to his. As his lips met yours, he groaned slightly and there was a hunger to his lips. The two of you kissed for a solid minute, before he pulled back for air.

“Thank fuck for tinted windows,” He murmured against your skin, and you smiled as he trailed kisses down your neck. You pulled the straps down on your dress and pushed your bra down, and he moaned as he looked at you, “And thank fuck for that dress,”

“So fucking hot,” He whispered. His hand moved to your right tit, squeezing it roughly as you leaned back down to kiss him. Your hands moved to the zipper of his pants and took them down, and he lifted his hips to get them off easier. His other hand moved to your panties and slipped them to the side, his fingers grazing your slit.

You breathed out at the feeling of his fingers near your center, and he pulled his cock out from his pants. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, and he chuckled. He pulled a condom out from the center console and placed it on himself. You couldn’t believe that you were already fucking him, but there was just such a strong desire that you couldn’t deny it.

“It’s alright baby, we’ll take our time.” He murmured, his nose nudging yours as he kissed you once again. He helped guide you onto him, his size stretching you out and you moaned as he slowly filled you. It took you a second to get adjusted, but started to rock slowly against him. The two of you moaned together as you sank fully onto him, and he gripped your ass so tightly you were sure his handprint would be there for the next week.

You pushed up onto your knees and started to ride him, ducking your head down to not hit the roof but also to kiss him. His lips met yours and he bit down onto your bottom lip as you continued to fuck him. You let out a slight whimper at the feeling, the pain and pleasure intermixing so fucking well. 

“Just like that babygirl,” he encouraged, his hands guiding your ass as you continued to fuck him, and he leaned back against the seat as his fingers dug into your skin, “Fuck, just like that.”

“Mmm, you like the way I’m riding your cock?” You whispered in his ear, giggling as his eyes widened and he nodded.

“Oh I fucking love it. Keep talking to me like that,” He said and you smiled as you paused, and dragged your hand down his chest

“Beg for it,”

“Please baby, please keep riding my cock so fucking good,” He whined. You loved the way that he whimpered and how he was already such a mess. You always loved being in control, but most men didn’t feel comfortable with it. He was so willing and was so into it, that it nearly made you cum from just that. 

“That was so fucking hot.” You said, and he chuckled.You started riding him again, a moan leaving his lips.

“Just for you.” He replied, a soft smile on his face, “If you keep riding me like that though, I am going to cum and then I am going to take you back to mine and fuck you properly.”

You nodded as you continued moving your hips, your knees digging into the side of the seat but you were solely focused on how good his cock felt inside of you. His hands went from your ass to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he slowly became undone underneath you. 

He whimpered as you slowed your pace but went fully onto him, your ass meeting his lap and he held you tightly as he kissed you again.

“Fuck, just like that,” He murmured against your lips, and you continued what you were doing. He bucked his hips up into you, “I’m going to cum, but I want you to cum with me,”

“Rub my clit,” You breathed out, and he nodded and did exactly what you told him. You moaned as his thumb rubbed in circles, “I’m getting there,”

You continued riding him, and between his thumb, how filled you felt from his cock and just how hot the whole situation was, and you could feel your orgasm building. He moaned as he came, and you continued to ride him as his thumb moved faster. He leaned forward and caught your nipple in his mouth, his teeth gently biting down. 

“I’m going to cum,” You whispered, and he nodded as he continued moving his fingers against you. He moved closer to you to kiss you, and bit down on your lip once again. You felt your thighs clench as you came, stilling on top of him and he groaned again as you nearly collapsed onto him.

“That was really fucking hot,” He murmured, kissing the side of your neck and you giggled.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in your car,” You whispered. He chuckled as he pushed your hair back behind your ear, and kissed you on the lips.

“Think of all the other places I can fuck you too.”

Part 2: here

[ughkat]

Body worship smut with calum 👀👀👀 maybe his s/o is feeling insecure about their body so he's gotta make them feel good

worship - c.t.h

a/n: i made the descriptions and dialogue of readers body insecurities a bit vague, being i didn't want the story to be too triggering to anyone struggling. but the plot is still calum making reader feel loved and beautiful after feeling a bit insecure! ❥

calum x fem!reader

smut, negative body image, oral, missionary, petnames

not proofread

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I sighed in frustration, standing and sulking in front of my body mirror. Listening to the sounds of Calum shuffling through clothes behind me, I ran my hands slowly over my hips, then my waist, feeling my self esteem lowering the longer I studied my figure.

Calum and I were getting ready for dinner, as he'd been planning a casual night out for the two of us for a few weeks. Oblivious to my focus on my physical appearance, Calum paced our bedroom absentmindedly, searching for clothes and shoes.

I hesitantly began to dress myself in the casual black dress laying on the chair beside me, sighing quietly as it laid itself against my curves. I stared at my reflection, picking out insecurities that seemed to be only visible to me.

"You okay?" I heard Calum's deep voice approach from behind me. He placed to hands on my hips, looking at me in the mirror. I forced a fake half smile, looking down at my feet as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeah." My voice heightened as I lied, nodding slightly. Calum narrowed his eyes, turning me around by my shoulders. He looked at me suspiciously before speaking.

"I know when you're lying." He smiled softly, "Talk to me, what's wrong?". I sighed, half embarrassed to explain my minor insecurities to him.

"Nothing looks good." I began, motioning to the dress on my body, "I just feel gross, I hate my body." I muttered under my breath. I bit my cheek as Calum's expression changed.

"Y/n." His voice softened, "You're so fuckin' beautiful." He brought me in closer by my hips. I looked up at him with a half smile, I could feel his affectionate behavior already beginning to make me feel better.

He leaned down and connected our lips softly, bringing a gentle hand to the side of my face. My stomach fluttered at the feeling of his lips against mine. He pulled away slowly, his gaze burning into mine.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you really are." He spoke genuinely, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I looked down, blushing at his words.

"Me too." I mumbled. He ran his hands adoringly up and down my sides, his touch sending a chill through my body. Calum brought himself closer to me, our chests pressed together snugly.

"Let me show you how gorgeous you are, baby." He spoke deeply, just above a whisper in my ear. I shiver shot down my spine, my eyes glanced to his briefly as he pulled away. A small smile escapes the corner of my lips.

Calum guided me by my hips, his body leading us to our bed during an unbroken kiss. The back of my thighs hit the mattress, Calum gently let me fall to the bed. I let out a small giggle as he hovered above me, his hands planted at the sides of my head. He wasted no time bringing his lips to my neck softly, his mouth dancing against my skin with passion. I let out a small coo, squirming under Calum's touch.

Calum brought two hands up to the straps of my dress, watching me close as he pulled them down slowly. He made his way down my body along with the clothing, watching me as the fabric carefully made its way down my torso, pulling it off my legs gently.

"My pretty girl." Calum praised as he ran his hands along my waist, bringing his lips to my ribs. My back arched slightly at Calum's mouth against my torso, his lips sucking and kissing softly. He kissed gingerly down my ribs then to my stomach, planting a final kiss on my panty line. I looked down at him, his smug eyes meeting mine.

"So fuckin' perfect, baby." He spoke deeply, running his hands along my torso as his eyes traveled my body. I blushed at his praise, the puddle in my underwear growing by the second. Calum trailed his two hands slowly to my panties, his calloused fingertips dragging against my skin. I wiggled my hips eagerly at his teasing fingers, his index and middle fingers playing right underneath my waistband.

"Eager, love?" He chuckled at my incapability to stay still, beginning to drag my underwear down my legs slowly. My breath picked up at the chill air hitting my exposed heat.

"You're already dripping for me, baby." He smirked. I blushed in embarrassment at my neediness, looking down at Calum with a smile. He watched me carefully, bringing up a single finger to my slick folds. A small gasp escaped my lips at Calum's calloused touch, my back arching slightly.

"Hmm." I hummed softly at the new sensation, my eyes fluttering shut slowly.

Without warning, Calum brought his soft lips to mine between my legs, kissing deeply at my dripping mound.

"Fuck, Cal." I gasped, arching my back harder at the unexpected sensation. I tossed my head back in ecstasy. Calum hummed into my slit, his eyes closing as he began to swirl his tongue around my clit. I threw a hand down to his hair, my fingers interlocking tightly with his curly locks. I watched him in awe as he so effortlessly worked his mouth against me, his hands traveling over my torso and thighs tenderly.

He opened his eyes, looking up at me as he performed his oral work on my heat. Calum let out a deep chuckle into my folds as I let out a loud whine. I ground my hips into his mouth, his lips and my lower half quickly finding a steady rhythm with each other.

Calum pulled away from my dripping slit abruptly, bringing his face back up to mine with a smile.

"Scoot up, baby." He ordered gently, wiping the slick from his mouth with a quick thumb. He assisted me in moving to the head of the bed, keeping me on my back. I watched him as I caught my breath, his quick movements in tossing off his t-shirt and jeans. He sat back on his knees, placing my legs on both sides of him.

"Fuck, babygirl." He growled under his breath, running his hands along my thighs. His eyes wandered across my body intensely, making me self consciously move my arms and legs in an attempt to hide myself from his gaze. Calum furrowed his brows at my insecure actions, gripping my wrists bluntly and placing them on each side of my head.

"No, Lemme' see all of you. I want every piece of that perfect body." He spoke deeply, trailing his hands down my torso again gently. I blushed at his admiration, clenching my thighs together at the sight before me.

Calum placed two hands under my knees swiftly, pushing them up to spread my legs. I gasped at his sudden movement, giggling slightly at his eagerness. I watched with a half-agape mouth as he pulled his boxers down slowly, his erect member shooting up with excitement.

Keeping a hand under my knee, he used his other hand to guide himself to my entrance, running his tip along my slick folds teasingly. I let out a needy whine, bucking my hips closer to Calum's cock.

"Stop teasing." I whined softly through heavy breaths. Calum chuckled at my newfound neediness.

"Don't like being teased, love?" He cooed with a tilted head, prodding his tip slightly at my entrance. I whimpered at his continued taunting, gripping the sheets beside me impatiently.

I let out a sharp gasp as Calum swiftly pushed himself inside me fully, placing his free hand under my other knee. He watched me closely as he slowly began to catch a rhythm. My mouth fell open, emitting a series of whimpers at his unexpected entrance.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." He groaned, watching his now slick member pounding my hole rhythmically. My eyes fluttered shut, rolling back as Calum hit my walls repetitively.

Calum's brows furrowed as he focused on his thrusts, sweat beginning to bead at his forehead while his muscles flexed with each stroke. A loud whine followed by a curse escaped my lips as Calum kept up his pace.

"You sound so pretty taking my cock, baby." He smirked, watching me with admiration, "God, you're fuckin' perfect." He finished under his breath in a growl. Calum sped up his pace, bringing a thumb down to my throbbing clit. I tossed my head back at Calum's quick circles being worked on my sensitive bud.

"Fuck, yes, Cal." I whined between thrusts. My eyes opened lazily, watching Calum in awe as he pounding me vigorously. His eyes were glued to my body as if he was looking at a never before seen masterpiece in a gallery. His mouth was dropped into an "O", his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

My walls began to clench around his shaft, making my toes curl as Calum kept up his steady pace. He let out a small chuckle as he noted my approaching climax.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He spoke deeply, quickening his pace with his thumb. I nodded frantically, knowing if I tried to speak, it would just be whining and moaning.

"Cum for me, babygirl. Let go around my cock for me." He growled, leaning down closer to my face. I let out a loud moan, tossing my head back with an arching back, releasing intensely around Calum's shaft. I gripped the sheets tightly, Calum keeping up his rhythm for his own climax.

"That's my pretty girl." He smirked through a heavy breath, "So pretty when you cum for me.".

He watched his own pounding cock with furrowed brows, the sounds and views of my overstimulated whines and body pushing him to his own finish. Calum came with a series of curses and groans, falling back to sitting on his knees after pulling his tired member out of me lazily.

Calum scooted up beside me, our heavy breathing mixing with the sound of the white noise filling the room. He looked at me lovingly as he caressed my arm with a sluggish finger.

We let a few moments of comfortable silence and catching our breath pass before I turned my head to him as he spoke.

"You're so pretty." He flashed a cheeky grin, though he was being genuine, his childlike expression emitted a giggle from me.

"I'm being serious." He urged with a half joking tone, sitting up in his seat slightly. I sighed, looking at his features closely. Remembering all of the reasons I fell in love with him to begin with.

"I love you, Cal." I smiled with a chuckle, planting a lazy kiss on his arm.

"I love you, more.".

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