#bitchingluke

[iheartseo]

one new message || luke hemmings

requested: no

word count: 1.6k+

synopsis: it’s ironic how a phone call is suppose to connect two people, and yet during one’s struggle and vulnerable state the only thing that person will constantly hear is the sound of the other’s answering machine.

a/n: this is my first attempt at like a PROPER angst piece. it’s probably fucken horrible but i’m gonna post it anyways! i purposely wrote it all in lowercase, so dont come after me about horrible punctuation. this is in luke’s pov.

credits to the gif owner.

masterlist // writing prompt list

“hi, this is y/n. sorry that I can’t come to the phone right now. leave me a message and i’ll give you a call back.”

 beep.

  swallowing down my pride, i slowly opened my mouth to try and say something but all that came out was the sound of my words bundling up and choking up upon my tongue. my throat so suddenly became dry and my entire speech that i had rehearsed over and over again for the past four hours immediately fleeted away from my brain the second i heard her voice message that i have grown so use to and so comforted by.

  i am surprised that her inbox hasn’t filled up yet, especially since i have been leaving her messages almost frequently; as much as twice, three times a week. though… it use to be much worse. i would constantly call her and leave her a message twice a day; once in the morning and once at night. it was a toxic habit that i had to slowly break down to what it is now. i couldn’t help it. i needed to hear her voice. i craved hearing her name, hearing the sweet tone of her voice that has consumed my life form the second we met to this very moment. even if my only source of her vocal comfort was her damn answering machine.

  does she ever listen to any of my messages? i wonder if she keeps them. i wonder if she listens to every single message and just keeps them for those moments where she feels alone and she feels as if she needs to hear my voice and hear me speak to her in order to feel warm and at home. or does she just glance at the growing number on her answering machine and mindlessly deleting them all at once without having any thought that within her eighty, ninety plus messages that i have left for her, someone important is actually trying to contact her.

  i wouldn’t be offended if she called me back in frustration, telling me to back off or to leave her alone and to go away. i honestly wouldn’t blame her, especially if she had met someone new and they were spending time with each other and having a lovely time, only to be disturbed by me; an ex boyfriend who still can’t get the courage to end this chapter of his life. not just yet anyways. if she does call me back, it would be a miracle. it would actually make my day, just to hear her speak and hear more of the english language in her velvety silk sound than the twenty-five words that i have grown accustomed to.

my mind soon started to unravel a thought, an imagination about how she is doing; how she is doing fine, how she is sleeping fine, how she is eating, breathing, living fine without me in her life. i can perfectly picture her smiling for a reason that doesn’t involve me at all, and i’m talking about a true genuine smile that would attract anyone towards her and spark up a conversation. i can see her probably doing something drastic to her look such as cutting her hair extremely short or dying it a crazy colour or even just switching up the colour of her winged eyeliner just to give her a new sense of life, creativity and control. i can see her just casually walking down the streets as if she was a tourist in her own city, discovering a new restaurant or a new cafe almost everyday.

  i can even see her just bumping into a new guy as she quickly tries to find a seat in her favourite-for-the-month, quaint cafe. she would look up, quickly apologise if she spilled any of his coffee or her tea on him. she would probably also smile and offer to clean up the mess and begin to do the task without him even answering. he would smile as he probably never met a girl like her; clumsy, sweet and yet somehow already filled with life at eight am. as she would be soaking up the liquid from his shirt with a napkin, she would slowly stop and look up at him, blushing extremely hard as she realises what she is doing. she would nervously mutter a sorry before pushing her hair behind her ear. a nervous habit she always does.

  without even noticing, my eyes began to weld up and my heart began to ache at the thought of her moving on and at the thought of another man taking in an interest in her. i groaned softly as i tilted my head back, letting it gently hit the wall as i held my phone in my hands. i closed my eyes tightly as i just silently prayed to god, jesus, angels above… honestly anyone to just… just… help me. help me lord, because how the fuck did i lose someone like her?

  i took a deep breath in and out before clearing my throat.

“h-hey y/n… do i really have to say who it is that is calling right now?”

i let out a shaky breath followed by an equally shaky laugh.

“it’s been 6 months, 8 days… 12 hours since you went away, but who’s counting right?”

i began to chew on my bottom lip, trying to stop it from shaking furiously.

  “i know i am annoying you completely and i’m sorry. i can’t help it…” i sniffed, wiping my stray tears away, trying to calm myself down and collect myself before i completely break down over the phone to her.

“i can’t help but think about you all the fucken time. i can’t help but just imagine you being able to move on without me; living your life perfectly and freely without me. and i can’t fucken help but miss you like crazy. i can’t move on from you, from us.”

  i quickly ran my fingers through my hair before sitting up a bit against the wall.

  “i get that my job puts such a shit strain on our relationship, but i don’t understand why that was the reason to you to stop us… it was working perfectly fine before. WE were working perfectly fine before. what happened? what happened between us that i was too busy to notice? that i was too stupid to realise that someone so important was slipping away between my fingers?”

  my heart immediately began to grow heavier and heavier as the tears began to flow more out from my tired eyes.

  “was i not enough for you? and i’m not talking about money wise, because we both know you don’t care about that. was i just not enough for you as a boyfriend? as a best friend? as a person? was did i do to you that made you fall out of love with me? did i not give you enough attention? if it is then, i am so sorry baby. did i not show my appreciation to you enough? if it is then, i am so sorry baby. did i not show you off to the world enough? if it is then, i am so sorry baby. if it is none of those three, then please put me out of my misery and tell me what i did wrong! because i’m tired… i’m tired of wondering what i did wrong to lose such a person like you…”

  i let out a quiet sob before pressing the palms of my hands against my eyes. i began to silently cry on the phone to her answering machine. i hate feeling this way; vulnerable to the point where i am weak and can’t fix myself or the problem. i absolutely hate it. i just wanted to know why... what did i do that made her so compelled to drop everything we had?

 i gulped, rubbing my nose.

 “do you remember how we use to be? do you remember how we use to always laugh and smile together? do you remember how we use to try and do something new everyday? do you remember how we use to fight? both play fight and real fight? god… i miss everything about us… even our fucken fights.” 

i chuckled softly to myself at the fact that i miss the damn arguments i use to have with her. like honestly, who can be that broken that they miss yelling at the one they love? well… i am.

  “i know that may sound crazy, but that is just honestly how i feel…”

 i sighed softly as i looked down at the ground, biting my lower lip hard as i tried to gather and process my thoughts as clearly as i could before saying something stupid and drunk, even though the only thing i was intoxicated by was not by alcohol, but just pure tired emotions.

  “it is now… 6 months, 8 days and… 12 and a half hours since you went away.” i joked, trying to make the end of my message light hearted.

“i miss you y/n… i just… i just wanted to call you and tell you that i miss you… and that i still love you.” i whispered in a soft voice.

“i’m sorry for annoying you and filling up your answering machine… and it will be stupid to say this but please.. just.. if you get the chance, please ca—-“

“lucas?”

  for the first time in a long time, my heart dropped to my stomach before it swelled. i finally got to hear her voice say something different other than those twenty five words.

 and her voice sounds just as beautiful as it does on her answering machine.

[pastelmikey]

stereotypical

[wallsalbum]

hello friends/followers!!! if anyone cares enough to keep up with me I just changed my url from bitchingluke to harryeffingstyles, fully completing my transition to a harry blog ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so yeah like love me i want friends and idk sometimes I’m relatable

(p.s. I’ll slowly be updating the links on my page to be the right URL so they may not work for a bit)

[popunkash]

gotta get out omg

YES !!!

the space between a rock and a hard place (catch 22)

tomorrow never dies

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jet black heart

beside you

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airplanes

gotta get out

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guess my top 10 5sos songs 

[iheartseo]

alluring touch || calum hood

requested: yes

word count: 3.9k+

synopsis: fuckboy!calum was your roommate and even though he is the embodiment of arrogance and late night stands, indulging into his charm is pretty hard to resist.

warning: mentions/suggestions of sex, suggestions of oral sex, foreplay

a/n: just a heads up, this is a gay writing piece. there is no particular reason as to why i wrote it as a gay piece other than in the moment, it felt right to make it. sorry to the anon who requested this if this isn’t what you expected as i did tweak it a bit. if you want a part 2, i can TRY and make a part 2 with actual smut. credits to the gif owner.

inspired by ‘New Bae’ - Vic Mensa

masterlist // writing prompt list

There is something about him that made everyone crave him. I don’t know if it was his smirk that just seemed to be forever planted on his face, the way he licked his lips teasing whoever his next victim was; to let them know that he could do so much more than moisturise his lips with that tongue, the way his arms looked so strong yet so inviting that if he were to trap you between his body and the wall, you wouldn’t mind; or maybe it was his whiskey almost onyx eyes that ironically shined brighter than any star that reels the people in. I honestly don’t know, but I don’t blame the hopeless for falling into his trap. He certainty knows how to get them good.

His parents should’ve named him ‘Dick’ considering it suits him very well and that’s the only head he uses to think with, but no. That’s not his name at all. He has a rather strong, masculine name that people just love to moan out. They call him ‘God’, but he honestly just prefers ‘Calum’, to make him seem more humble.

What a dick.

I rolled my eyes as I sat in our shared apartment, eating cereal on the couch, watching him escort the lovely and most likely closeted gay male, out the door. Once the door closed I cleared my throat, grabbing Calum’s attention.

“3rd guy this week, Calum and shit it is only Tuesday.” I said as Calum smirked at me.

“Wanna be the 4th?” he winked, strolling towards me before sitting down.

I scoffed in disgust as I rolled my eyes once more, getting up from my spot immediately after he sat down.

“Yeah how about no.” I answered, drinking the leftover milk from my cereal before putting it in the sink to wash later.

“Oh right, because you wouldn’t want to cheat on your little boyfriend, huh?” Calum said, stretching his arms over the entire couch back and letting his arms rest on top of them.

“Again… he is not my boyfriend.” I said with annoyance practically oozing from my response as I made him his usual cup of coffee. Calum liked his coffee the way he liked his men; super sweet, light and give him enough energy to be in control of everything. Calum and I have a weird love-hate dynamic between us. I hate him. He loves me. I criticise everything that he does. He constantly flirts with me. I make him coffee and he helps me study for my finals. It’s extremely odd, but it is how we work.

I carried his coffee mug with both of my hands as I steadily walked over to the couch, making sure not to spill a drop. As I slowly bend forward to put the coffee cup on the table, I felt his eyes staring into my behind. I looked over my shoulder and glared at him. However, he didn’t care that I just caught him checking out my ass, in fact it made him stare at it even more, adjusting his body slightly as his eyes trailed from my ass and finally meeting with my eyes.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Checking my ass out. There is more to me than just my ass, Calum.”

“Oh I know. There’s your pretty little mouth too and that tongue too.”

My jaw dropped as I quickly stood up straight, clearing my throat. A sudden heat rushed up to my face as I tried to calm down. Calum smirked as he sat up properly and leaned over to grab his coffee.

“Thanks for the coffee, Y/N.” Calum said, winking at me.

I looked at him, feeling completely shy and unsure how to come back from his comment. Like how the fuck do you respond to that? I ran my fingers through my hair and nodded my head before quickly walking to my room. I closed my bedroom door and letting out the breath that I wasn’t aware that I was holding in.

I took a few deep breaths in and out as I could feel my heart racing at an incredibly fast rate. After a few moments to myself, I jumped slightly as my phone lit up and started to beep, notifying me that I just received a new message. I walked over to my bed, flopping onto it as I grabbed my phone off the bedside table. I weakly smiled when I saw Ty’s name appear on my screen.

‘Morning beautiful. Hope you had a good breakfast. I’ll be at your apartment with hot coffee in 10? xx.’

I bit my lower lip as my cheeks started to heat up a little bit when he called me ‘beautiful.’ I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle as I began quickly typing a quick ‘okay. see you at my door.’ to him. Once it sent, I couldn’t help but re-read his morning text to me, especially the beautiful part.

Ty is this guy that I have been talking to for the past few months or so. We aren’t together or anything. He is just someone that I could mess around. We both agreed to see where this takes us and even though we aren’t exclusive, it seems like we are highly invested in each other despite the fact that every now and then, we would have a one night stand with a stranger. Would I date Ty? I am honestly not sure. I mean, Ty is incredibly good looking, but he isn’t your typical instagram model or the hot, mysterious urban street wearing guy. Ty is one of those guys who is somehow hot in his own way but yet he maintains his babyface, although he does have incredible legs and ass. But I don’t know if I would date him.

I got off my bed and began to get ready for the day. I threw a pair of tan chinos, a random pocket tee and my college hoodie over the top. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was completely horrendous but I couldn’t be bothered to style it. I just ran my fingers through it, making very little effort to fix it. I slipped on my beat up sneakers before grabbing my backpack and my phone.

I walked out of my room, checking my phone for any other notifications besides the one from Ty. As I was scrolling through instagram, I just felt compelled to look up and I saw Calum shirtless and also pant less. He was chilling in our apartment half naked with the only material on his body was his boxer briefs that accentuated his bludge extremely well, leaving very little to the imagination.

Calum turned his head away from the TV and looked at me.

“What? I don’t have any classes till like 12.” He said casually.

I tried to compose a sentence as I just stared at his body. Before I was about to say something, I heard a knock on the door. I groaned softly as I walked towards the door and opened it. Ty looked up and smiled at me.

“I come with gifts.” He said, holding up two coffee cups. I smiled as I only opened the door half way so Ty didn’t get to see Calum basically strolling through our shared apartment half naked and hopefully doesn’t get the wrong impression.

“Ty, you’re so sweet thank you.” I said, biting my lower lip gently. Ty just shrugged his shoulders as he kept his adorable smile on his face. I then saw his smile slowly fade away before he began biting the inside of his cheek. I furrowed my eyebrows at the change of his demeanour.

“Oh I was wondering who was at the door.” My face dropped when I felt Calum’s front pressed up against my back where I could clearly feel his bludge just ever so gently digging into my ass.

“Hey Calum…” Ty mumbled, trying not to feel awkward.

Calum leaned forward a bit, holding onto the top door framework, making himself look more broad and bigger than he typically is. He nodded his head towards Ty, slightly flexing his arms a bit to show dominance.

I turned around and looked at Calum.

“I’m gonna go to class with Ty. Don’t wait up for me.” I said, avoiding Calum’s undeniable gorgeous body. Calum looked down at me slightly; only slightly since we were almost the same height. “And for god’s sakes, put on some clothes.” I nagged, pushing him hard back into our apartment and quickly pulling the front door to a close.

Rolling my eyes quickly, I turned around and gave Ty an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about him.” I said, taking one of the coffee cups from his hands. Ty shook his head and gave me a small smile.

“It’s fine. It’s Calum…” he said. I nodded my head as I sipped on my coffee and we both walked out of my building and towards class.

My little alarm clock in the corner read 4:50pm and I felt Ty apply more weight onto mine as he hovered over me. I grabbed his face; pulling him in closer as his hands made their way down to my hips and making our crotches meet in the middle. We both moaned softly into each others mouths as my heart began to race.

Despite little pathetic air con being turned on, atmosphere in the room just got hotter and hotter with every single touch and kiss that Ty left on my body. I tilted my head back, letting my neck be exposed to Ty’s desperate kisses. I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of my clock.

“T-Ty… you got a class in like… 15 minutes.” I whispered.

“Shhh… fuck class. I rather study you and your body.” He whispered, tightening his grip onto my hips as I subconsciously grinded my hips against his. I pushed him away slightly as I took off my hoodie and my shirt before my grabby hands pulled his face back onto mine.

“N-No you should really get to class…” I mumbled against his lips. Ty chuckled as he kissed back.

“Really, baby? Cause your actions are saying that I shouldn’t.” he smirked, moving one of his hands to my ass and squeezing it hard.

My mind was completely clouded with nothing but kisses and Ty. All I could think about was Ty and how I just wanted him to take over my body. As Ty and I continued to make out heavily on my bed, my door just busted open randomly. Ty and I quickly stopped and sat up a bit as we faced the door.

“Oh… ummm.. sorry to interrupt, I thought you were home alone.”

I groaned as I lay back down on my bed, seeing that it was Calum who disturbed my fun.

“No, Cal. Definitely not alone.” I grumbled.

“Oh well.. I kinda need to talk to you in private soo… the dude has got to go.”

Ty immediately felt embarrassed as he adjusted himself quickly and threw his shirt back on.

“Uhhh… I’ll call you later, Y/N.” Ty said awkwardly as he quickly, however in a clumsy manner picked up all of his things and practically ran out of our apartment.

Calum watched him as he raised an eyebrow at the clumsy boy basically sprinting out of our apartment with a terribly noticeable hard-on, puffy lips and dishevelled hair. Calum turned his head and looked at me.

“Please tell me that is NOT the boyfriend.” He pleaded. I groaned as I sat up, not bothered to adjust myself as I threw a pillow at Calum’s face.

“Hey!”

“Okay 1) He is not my boyfriend. He is just someone I am seeing, 2) you fucken ruined my fun and 3) you didn’t have to be so rude.”

“Look darling, if you wanted fun, you could’ve just asked me. I would’ve given it to you so much better than that guy.”

I rolled my eyes as I got up from my bed and walked out of my room, now feeling in desperate need of water to calm myself down from the heated make out session.

“Honestly NOT funny, Calum.” I groaned, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“Look I’m sorry! I genuinely didn’t know that you were in there with him!” Calum said, walking towards me.

I rolled my eyes once more as I turned my face, not to look at him.

“Oh come on don’t be like that.” Calum whined slightly. Calum walked closer to me as he gently held my chin, turning my head so my eyes met his.

“I said that I’m sorry.”

“Like you ever mean it.”

“I do mean it.”

Calum looked into my eyes with such sincerity that I have never witnessed from him before, which made me question… did he barge in on purpose or truly by accident?

“Why did you barge into my room, Calum?”

“Like I said, I needed to talk to you in private.”

“Well, we’re in private now, so talk.”

Calum opened his mouth slightly as he looked into my eyes. It was as if his eyes were pulling in my soul, drinking in very bit of my confidence to make me feel completely exposed and vulnerable, and yet somehow comforting at the same time. Again… I don’t know how he does it. I think it’s just apart of his nature; to be this… alluring.

I gulped as I looked into his eyes waiting for him to talk to me. His hand was still holding my chin as his eyes travelled down my face and down to my lips. I saw his Adam’s apple move as he moved in closer into my proximity, moving his hands down to my waist without first feeling every crevice of my body first.

“Calum…” I whispered, grabbing his attention.

He looked back up at me and the tension between us began to rise.

“Talk.” I whispered, almost mouthing the word to him.

“You don’t really… like… have a thing for him right?” Calum asked almost nervously, letting me get a small peak into his vulnerability.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the question as I held onto his arms.

“What do you mean, Cal?”

“I mean… I get that you would fuck the kid and everything but… You’re not actually gonna DATE him are you?”

I was taken back by his question, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Why does it matter to you if I date him? It’s not like I’m yours.”

“Yeah but I want you to be.”

My eyes widen at his response. Calum was just full off surprises today because I never really been this speechless in one day before, especially if the reason for me being speechless is Calum’s blunt honesty. I gulped as I looked at him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on Y/N! For someone who is incredibly smart, you are pretty slow when it comes to social cues.”

He kept moving closer to me as he slipped his hands under my messy shirt, rubbing my skin gently whilst moving them up from my hips to my waist ever so slightly. I could feel his eyes pierce into my soul, as they would constantly flick between my eyes and my puffy lips.

“Look… I like you okay. I really like you… And I know I been sleeping around and shit, but honestly… As stupid and cliché as it sounds, I’ve been sleeping around less and less because of you. Yeah I slept with 3 guys already, but that is it for the week, because I don’t want to disappoint you. Weirdly enough, just being around you makes me a better person everyday.”

My heart just wanted to escape out of my chest by how fast it was beating at the moment. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Calum Thomas Hood even saw me in that light. Have I fantasized about him? Of course, but I will never admit that to his face.

“And honestly, I get jealous whenever I see you and Ty together. I mean seriously, Y/N. We both know that you can do better.”

“Oh really? Who is better than Ty?”

Calum narrowed his eyes on me when I finally spoke up. He moved both his hands up to my face before leaning and kissing me. I gasped into his mouth and he just took me in. He cradled my face in his hands as mine somehow found their place on his waist. The kiss was messy, slightly sloppy and hot. It was as if we just suddenly couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Me. I’m better.” Calum whispered in my ear as he began to leave kisses down my neck.

“C-Calum….”

“Yeah yeah I know. You got a ‘not boyfriend’ boyfriend thing going on with Ty, but just ditch the kid. You two may take a lot, but only in small amounts, like even I talk to you more.”

I knew he was just trying to make a jab, but he did hit the nail on the head pretty hard with that jab. I gulped as I looked down, avoiding to give into his truth.

“Wait… so I talked to you more than him? Seriously Y/N? I was just kidding but… Are you serious?”

“Oh shut up, Hood. What do you want me to say to you? That I have been deprived of human attention? An actual connection? Well I’m sorry, not everyone or even every stereotypical gay man just wants to fuck everything with a dick. Some people actually thrive off of connection and being in a relationship, so if me being in a half assed one with Ty gets me going, then I’m gonna keep it.”

I suddenly left my body being picked up and set onto the countertop. My eyes widen quickly as I held onto Calum’s shoulders, looking down at him in shock.

He gripped onto my waist so hard that I am sure that there will be bruises in a few hours. His eyes stared into mine as his plumped lips brushed against mine, teasing all of my senses and making me crave his touch, his kiss and everything else about him. Our breaths started to get heavier and began to mix with each other as we just stared at each other.

Calum trailed his hands down to my thighs, slowly inching his fingers up to my crotch. He leaned in closer to me, slightly opening his mouth and letting me see his tongue slightly poking out that I just couldn’t wait to taste.

“If you wanted a real connection, should’ve asked me months ago.” He whispered before kissing me hard once more. My hands found their place on his face as well as the back of his head. My fingers intertwined with his thick hair as his hands began to tease me, rubbing my predominant hard on through my pants.

As the kiss began to get more and more sloppy and messy as it progressed, the more I wanted him. Fuck me for falling into this state. Fuck me for falling into Calum’s alluring charm, but also… fuck me please, Calum…

“C-Calum… please… fuck me.” I whispered against his lips, gently biting on his bottom lip as I opened my eyes and looked at him with so much lust overflowing from my eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

It was as if time was somehow slowing down and yet speeding up at the same time. I felt like we were going so slow, but the second I blinked, we were already on his bed with both of our shirts off. I sat directly on his hard on as we began to make out again on his bed, moving my hips back and forth. I could see why so many people talked about the sounds the Calum makes during sex; he sounded fucken divine and just hearing him whimper and moan egged me on to make those noises louder and louder.

I growled against his lips slightly as I began to kiss down his neck whilst trying to take off his pants. Calum held onto my hips and lifted mine up slightly so I could pull down his pants. I moved away from his neck and quickly pulled mine off as well. I groaned quietly as the sight of Calum lying under me with his lips swelled up and puffy, his chest moving up and down rapidly, his hair all messed up and his dick being confined in his tight boxer briefs and just begging to be released and touched. Calum Hood had never looked so sexy to me.

“Fuck, why do you look so hot all the damn time?!” I growled, pulling him in and kissing him hard again. I couldn’t control myself when I am around him. It was like we were both intoxicated and just needed to touch each other and be around each other for some relief.  “Baby boy, I could say the exact same thing for you.”

I whimpered at the pet name as Calum flipped us over and began to grind up against me. I gasped, tilting my head back as I gripped and pulling on his hair. Calum groaned against my neck as I felt him slightly gnawing at my neck and squeeze my ass hard within his hands.

“Baby… baby boy, fuck… I love hearing you moan. Moan louder for me so everyone knows how much of a little slut you are. Cause you are a little slut for me aren’t you, baby boy?” I whimpered slightly louder as I just wanted Calum’s lips back onto mine again. Calum pulled down both of our underwear and we both hissed slightly at both of our dicks being released from their cotton cages.

“Calum, I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right now… I’m gonna kill you.” I said, biting my lower lip hard as I narrowed my eyes onto him.

Calum smirked at me as he wrapped his hand around my cock and quickly began to stroke it, taking me by surprised as I let out a sudden loud moan.

“You wanna fucken order me around again, Y/N? Or are you gonna be a good little boy for me and let me do this my way? Hmmm?”

He was taunting me, and belittling me… I fucken hated it when he did that, but right now… It was one of the hottest things he could’ve said me.

He noticed that I went silent and tried to avoid his gaze, not wanting to let him know that despite my stubborn nature, I wanted him to wreck me. The smirk on his face seemed to grow bigger as he leaned closer to my ear, slowing down his hand.

“Good boy…” he whispered. He left very light kisses all the way down my head as he began to gently stroke and play with the tip of my cock. I whimpered quietly, wanting more from him. He paid attention to every little detail, every single one of my movements and my breathing. He watched me closely, making sure that every time he touched me, squeezed me, spanked me or even choked me, that I was moaning his name every single time.

“Now… let’s see how many times I can wreck your pretty little hole and your gorgeous cock, baby boy.”

[iheartseo]

unrequited sex || ashton irwin

requested: yes

word count: 2.2k+

synopsis: bartender!ashton supporting you through a lovelife struggle through the only way he knows how; helping you drink whilst throwing in some concern and flirting

warning: there is mentions and suggestion of smut/sex. there is also drinking involved.

a/n: i feel like i ended this horribly, but whatevers. it’s suppose to be light, funny with a touch of sex. credit to the rightful owner of the gif.

masterlist // writing prompt numbers

The liquor burned the back of my throat as I immediately chugged down at least 6 Jägerbombs within a 15 second time frame. Letting out a breath of relief and a tiny burp after hitting my 6th shot glass on the bar countertop, he raised his eyebrow at me, grabbing all of the shot glasses to clean up.

“You know, the Jägerbomb challenge doesn’t really start until next month, love.” he joked. I looked at him and I laughed dryly at his attempt to cheer me up or at least start a conversation with me.

 “Can I have like 5 shots of tequila please?”

“Can I ask what is the occasion for you drinking so much?”

 I rolled my eyes and threw him a 50 dollar bill.

 “Just get me my drinks, Ashton.”

 He took my bill and shoved it into his back pocket before walking a short distance to grab the best tequila the bar had to offer.

“You should really tell your manager to lower down the price range for your drinks. $10 a shot is a tad expensive don’t you think?”

He chuckled as he poured my drinks into their respected shot glasses. His curly hair was in that weird phase where it was too short for him to tie up but too long where he needed a hair cut. His eyes were brighter than any star and held so much confidence. His lips were shaped perfectly and looked like they held so much sex appeal. His black shirt was hugging all the right parts of his chest with the sleeves squeezing his biceps deliciously. His black apron covered how his jeans perfectly accentuated his large thighs and giving a little tease at his natural bludge. Ashton Irwin was the hottest bartender around. He was also the sweetest and the wittiest, hence the mix of smart remarks and questions that oozed with concern and worry for one of his favourite customers, and friend.

“I don’t make the rules, love.” He replied with a charming smile, pushing putting the shot glasses onto the countertop for me to devour. Licking his lips, he leaned forward from his station, placing his elbow up and resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

 “But seriously, what’s wrong? I know you are a heavy drinker and all, but you have been sitting here for around 2-3 hours drinking your heart out.”

“Well this is a bar, isn’t it Ashton? I’m just using the bar’s clearly intended purposes.”

“No you’re abusing the fuck out of its intended purposes, which means you are hurt, angry or you are an addicted alcoholic but I know number 3 is definitely not the case.”

 The fire in my eyes slowly flickered away as I swallowed down the growing lump in my throat. I stared down at the shot glasses in front of me before quickly grabbing one and drinking it down as if it was water.

I hated telling my feelings and my thoughts. I hated revealing my vulnerability and having weak moments. Why? Because it’s those small but powerful moments where people can take advantage of you or use that information against you. And I have been hurt way too many times to be an expert on that situation.

Throwing back my 3rd tequila shot, I put the shot glass down and reached over to the 4th before Ashton quickly grabbed my wrist to stop me from drinking.

“Y/N.” he said with a stern voice.

I looked up at him and he could see from my eyes that my strong persona was slowly withering away. He was getting to me. We could both feel it.

“Y/N...” he repeated, but this time in a more softer and worried tone. “What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?” he asked.

What a cliché. A bartender tending to a troubled customer when the bar is about to close and the streets have gone silent with the wind and everyone and their lover have gone to bed.

I sighed, slowly pulling my hand away from his grip. I grabbed the empty shot glass to tap on the countertop, out of nervous habit. I ran my fingers through my heart and let out a dry laugh.

 “Do I have a sign on my head that says ‘Please fuck me over’ ?” I asked, looking at him straight in the eye.

Ashton furrowed his eyebrows as he straighten up his posture. He didn’t say anything, though he continued to look at me with confusion, letting me continue my confession.

“I mean… it shouldn’t be that hard to find a good guy who will treat me right. There are SO many guys here in this city and yet every single one I meet, they all somehow fuck me over!” I exclaimed, grabbing my 4th shot and downing it.

I let out a hiss at the burn was growing, but I didn’t care. I rather feel my throat burn from alcohol than to feel my heart breaking.

“I just got dumped because the guy I was seeing realised that we didn’t mix well, so instead of telling me like a normal person, he decided to go off and date some other bitch and say ‘oh sorry. I forgot to tell you. I’m not really into you anymore.’ “ I complained, rolling my eyes at my ex’s idiocracy.

“I mean whatever... I was gonna let him go anyways, but still! I just don’t understand what’s wrong with me? Am I not smart enough? Am I not hot enough? Am I not fun enough? Like seriously? What is wrong with me? Why must I attract the wrong guys?!” 

A number of my insecurities and anxieties continued to shoot out of my mouth in a rapid fire of questions that Ashton just couldn’t keep up with. But he could see that underneath the teasing and feisty person that he knows, was a person who was just tired and breaking down inside.

“And even the guys that I AM attracted to are the ones who don’t even want me, or are completely out of my league.” I rambled, taking down my final shot of tequila.

I licked my lips as the alcohol finally started to kick in. My brain was slowing down a bit, making me not realise my senses as fast enough and the filter in my brain began to break down like tissue paper in water. I tied my hair back messily and slouched forward, closer to him.

 “Ash… Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked.

 Ashton was immediately taken back at my random question. He cleared his throat as he began to take my empty shot glasses to clean them.

“Do you think I’m a fun person?” I continued to ask, not really registering in my mind that Ashton was slowly getting a little uncomfortable with my forwardness.

 He weakly smiled at me and nodded his head.

 “Yes, I do think you’re pretty and I do think you’re a fun person.” He answered. “I think you’re an amazing person, Y/N.” he added.

 “Then why is it that I date shit guys?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

 He sighed as he shrugged his shoulders, wiping down the countertop.

“I don’t know, love. Maybe it’s because you see too much good in them to realise that they are assholes.” He answered carefully, seeing that I was falling into my drunken and emotional state.

I scoffed, letting my head hit the countertop.

 “Why is my douche radar not working when it comes to my love life?!” I grovelled.

 Ashton laughed softly as he shook his head. He reached over to lift my head up before rubbing my forehead softly and pushing some of my fly-a-ways back behind my ear.

 “Because you are just blinded by their charm.”

“But you’re charming.” I pointed out.

 He smiled as he licked his lips.

“You’re charming. And cute. And funny. And smart. And insanely hot.” I continued, not realising how blunt I was being.

 A small blush immediately crept up to Ashton’s cheeks, making him pull away from me. I didn’t realise this, so I continued to profess my undying lust and fascination with him.

“I mean seriously, I’m not gonna lie. I have dreamed about fucking you because you are just that damn attractive. But you’re not a douche.” I said, taking on the position that he held before; leaned forward with my chin resting on the palm of my hand.

 “Would you fuck me?”

 His eyes widened in shock at the question. He quickly cleared his throat and poured himself a drink. That question took him off guard so much that if he were sitting on a wall, he would fall back in shock. He needed a drink to clear his mind. Ashton swallowed down his drink of choice as fast as I did before slamming his glass down and looking at me dead in the eye.

 “Do you want me to be honest?”

 I licked my lips and nodded my head as I moved in closer, hovering a little bit above my stool due to my lack of height.

 “I mean… I’ve been honest to you the entire night.”

“More like for 10 minutes.”

“Whatevers. Just answer the question, Irwin. Would you fuck me?”

Ashton rolled his eyes playfully as he also leaned in forward. The distance between our faces was seriously lacking. There was also this weird sexual tension in our friendship that we both never acted upon because well… technically, we were only friends when I was at the bar. The only time we talked outside of the bar was when I was really really desperate and I would call him a few times asking for a lift home from the club cause I was too drunk to drive and call a cab.

However, for those moments where I am at the bar, we talked and flirted like crazy. It is surprising that neither of us had ever made a move on each other. I guess it was because we both knew this was nothing serious. It was just for fun. No harm ever done. And at the end of the day, we are friends. … I think?

Ashton looked down at my lips for a spilt second before returning his attention to my eyes. His hand came up and caressed my cheek that was flushed from the alcohol. His golden eyes, that looked a little bit like a dark hazel under the dimmed lighting of the bar were locked with mine, never moving away. Not even to check to see if any new customer would walk in through the door. His hand slowly trailed down my cheek, capturing my chin where his thumb traced my lips ever so gently.

My heart began to pound furiously as my mouth opened slightly, wanting nothing more than to just suck on his fingers. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe it was just my lustful nature, but holy fuck. He was tempting me.

 Ashton saw my reaction and smirked as his eyes went back down to my lips. His thumb moving slowly as it favoured my bottom lip.

 “Baby, there is nothing more I want to do than to smash my lips against yours sexually, let alone fuck you like you deserve to.” He answered.

 His answer made my heart drop and my legs tremble. I even caught myself slightly whimpering at the thought of him dominating me. Ashton heard my whimper, making him smirk even more as I just helped to fuel his ego.

 “But like whatevers.” He added, pulling away and returning to cleaning the shot glasses.

 I immediately sat up straight and looked at him. It was as if his words had immediately sobered me up.

 “Wait what? The fuck you mean ‘but like whatevers’ ?” I asked.

 Ashton chuckled as he placed the shot glasses in their rightful place and threw his dishrag over his shoulder.

 “Babe. You and I both know that we can’t really be more than friends. What we have is fun, but nothing more. Having sex will complicate it. We also both know that as much as we are great for each other, we are both equally horrible for each other if we ever date. And besides… I like what we have.” He explained.

 I groaned, rolling my eyes.

 “I hate you so much. Why are you such a tease? I wish I didn’t have a crush on you.” I confessed without any thought.

I returned to my slouching position and tapped my fingers in a rhythmic pattern.

“Like seriously, you have no idea how bad I want you, or want to date you.” I added, looking at him.

Ashton smiled as he poured us both a drink, giving me one glass.

“I know, love. You have no idea how bad I want you too.” He said, lifting up his glass to his lips. “Now drink. This one’s on me.”

 I took the glass in my hands and looked at him, taking a sip of the concoction that he made especially for us two.

 I continued to look at him with just a new found and heightened amount of fascination and lust as we both took sips of our drinks. There was a silence between us and the sexual tension was extremely high despite the fact that he just rejected me.

 “Just so you know, Ashton. I would fuck you too.” I said aimlessly.

 Ashton smiled as he nodded his head.

 “Of course you would. I mean... Who wouldn’t?” he joked, throwing a wink at me.

 I rolled my eyes and scoffed, remembering that one of the reasons why Ashton annoyed me was the size of his ego.

 “Shut up and make me another drink.” I demanded.

 “Oohh. I love it when you get feisty and order me around. It’s hot.”

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imperfect timing || michael clifford

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synopsis: you are his best man and it is part of your best man duties to make sure that the groom is okay and he makes it throughout the ceremony. however, that can be proved a little difficult when you’re being the best man to your ex... i mean... exs can be friends right?

a/n: i feel like i rushed this because it’s a little shorter than my usual imagines/one shots but i also feel like there is still a shit ton of description? gif credits to the respectful owners.

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I raised an eyebrow at him as I slouched back in my seat, watching him pace back and forth in his room. His suit jacket was hung over the armrest of the couch and his tie was all loose and crooked. His trousers, of which he isn’t use to all that free leg space, was slowly becoming wrinkled the more he moved about. His hair was slowly turning into a mess the more she ran his hands through them in stress and as if his nails weren’t already short enough, he kept biting and chewing on them.

 I sighed, rubbing my temples to try and calm myself down on his behalf.

 “Michael, sweetie. You need to calm down.” “Calm down?! It is T-minus like fucken 3 hours before I get married and you’re telling ME to calm down?! I am completely fine!”

 I rolled my eyes at his delirium, but I don’t blame him. This was a big step for Michael. Despite his extreme free spirit and his constant burst of spontaneous mixed in with stupid idea, Michael has been searching for ‘the one’ for as long as I have known him. I honestly never met someone who was such a hopeless romantic and believed with all of his large and caring heart, that everyone has a soulmate. Michael Clifford was a hollywood movie cliche, but that was what made him so endearing and he wore his heart on his sleeve.

 I got up from my seat and I walked over to the mini fridge provided by the venue to grab out a drink for him.

 “You know when you asked me to be your best man, I didn’t realise that the best man had to baby sit the groom. If I wanted to babysit and look after someone who was about to get married, I would’ve been the maid of honour.” I joked, walking over to him and handing him a bottle of water.

He glared at me for a few seconds before quickly softening his eyes and taking the water bottle.

 “Michael, you are going to be fine. I promise.” I repeated.

 “What if she doesn’t show up at the alter? Or worse… What if she shows up and then she turns around and leaves me hanging at the alter?! Or worse… what if she says the wrong name? WHAT IF I SAY THE WRONG NAME?!”

“What if the sky turns to fire and your nose falls off?!”

“Can that happen?!”

“Michael, you know I was just quoting Pocahontas 2, right?”

“Okay 1) No one ever watches the sequel unless they’re you and 2) you’re NOT helping!”

 I laughed softly as I followed him out to his little balcony. I bit my lower lip gently as I watched him lean forward against the railing, taking a few deep breaths in and out before admiring the view.

 It was absolutely stunning and honestly, it was the perfect time to get married. The wind wasn’t too windy. The flowers were blooming. The sun wasn’t too sunny and with it setting behind the hills, in just approximately 3 hours, the sun would be in the perfect position to cast a beautiful light through the stained glass windows, illuminating the perfect couple as they say their vows and ‘I do’s. It was indeed, the perfect time to get married. I just didn’t understand why Michael was freaking out so much.

I walked over to him and stood next to him.

 “What’s going on? I’ve never seen you this nervous in my life. Not even during the time you played a show out show in MSG.” I said, looking at him with concern.

 Michael gulped as he just kept his gaze on the scenery in front of us.

 “What if I screw up?” he asked out of nowhere, breaking the peaceful silence between us.

 “What do you mean if you screw up? You’re not gonna screw up, Michael.”

“Yeah but what if I do?” he asked, almost not even letting me finish my sentence.

 “If I don’t screw up during the ceremony, what about during the reception? The honeymoon? After the honeymoon? What if I do something completely stupid later on in our marriage that will make her want to lose me? What if touring makes us argue horribly? Or what if tour actually makes us comfortable being separated and be without each other that being together is too weird and such a strange concept to our minds that divorce is the only logical solution? What if something goes wrong and it’s my fault, Y/N? What then?”

 I looked up at him with confusion, still not completely understanding where he was coming from and why he was feeling this way. I shook my head, still leaning against the railing.

 “Michael, you’re just having pre-wedding jitters. It’s completely natural to be scared of the future, just not like this.” I said. “What is going on with you? You’re not going to screw up in your marriage and she isn’t going to leave you.”

 “But you did though.”

 My eyes widen immediately when those four words fell out of his mouth, without missing a beat. I was taken back by his response that he had rendered me speechless.

 “W-What are you on abo---“

“Oh come on Y/N. You possibly couldn’t have forgotten about our plans, have you? We were supposed to get married like this and live happily ever after and love each other forever and always.” Michael said with such passion that it actually broke my heart to remember those plans.

 “And then… And then I messed up…” he mumbled, sighing as he looked down and looked back out to the scenery in front of us. I just kept my gaze on him, allowing him to open up and be vulnerable. But also… I was also curious of what piece of our past he was going to bring up again.

 “I messed up our relationship… and you left me… And it hurt me, Y/N.” Michael said in a soft tone, turning his head slightly to catch my eye. “It hurt me really bad.”

 I scoffed as I shook my head.

 “No, we are not having this kind of conversation right now, Michael. Especially on your damn wedding day.” I said, almost growling at him. He honestly had no right to make himself the victim in this situation.

 Michael had always had the worse sense of time. He could never really time anything right; whether it was a surprise birthday party, a special date, a first kiss or even a marriage proposal. I was actually surprised that he managed to pull off the perfect marriage proposal to his waiting wife-to-be. His crappy sense of time was becoming extremely apparent especially if he was bringing up our past.

 “Michael, we may have been the perfect couple for those 3-4 years and we both may wanted the same things but we wanted them at different times. You wanted to get married and have kids now, I wanted those things too, just… later on in my life. And… And… You just kept pushing the idea of marriage and kids that I just left. I left because I couldn’t provide you with what you wanted and that’s when I realised that we both became two completely different people. Now.. Is it such a crime that you wanted that happily ever after like the books? No. I don’t blame you at all. But don’t you dare think that you were the only one hurt in that breakup just because you didn’t get the happily ever after you wanted with the girl you got comfortable with.” I snapped.

 I took a deep breath in and out slowly before I moved closer to him, making him stand up straight. I fixed his hair to a more presentable and more groom appropriate look. Feeling the ironically soft texture of his hair in my hands in an intimate setting was nostalgic for me. I looked into his eyes as I pushed his hair back in a gentle manner.

 “We may have been together for a long time and been through a lot together, Mike… and just because we were perfect for the moment doesn’t mean that we were bound to be perfect forever.” I said, in almost a whisper. “Look, I still love you, but I’m not your everything anymore. The woman you are about to marry… She is. And she is going to be everything you wanted and more. And you two are going to be perfect forever, even with your imperfect arguments and fight, you two will still be amazing together. So don’t you dare compare our relationship to the one you have right now, because unlike me… she wants the same things as you at the same time and that’s super rare to find in a partner. Don’t freak out and lose that.”

 My gaze was fixed onto his, making sure that every word that rolled off my tongue was being processed and stuck in his mind. I moved my hands down from his hair, feeling the soft material that was his suit. I gulped as my eyes followed my hands. I then reached up to his tie and quickly fixed it for him, making him look just as handsome before his mental freak out.

 “She is super in love with you, so no matter what mistake you think you may make, you’re not going to lose her that easily. So stop thinking that you will. You’re a great person who is going to be a great husband.” I said, focusing on his tie.

 It was silence between us. I finished off fixing his tie, letting my hands hover and slide down the expensive piece of fabric. It was another peaceful moment between us, but oddly tense considering I did just lecture him to no end.

 “You’re doing that thing again.”

 I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up at him.

 “Doing what?”

“Caring.”

“I’m always going to care about you, Mike.”

“You know what I mean. This is a different kind of caring… It’s the kind that you always use for those who only mean deeply to you because you can’t bear to see them fall. You have such a big heart… That’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with you.”

 I immediately started blushing as I looked down. A small smile appeared on my face as I cleared my throat.

 “Like I said… I still love you, and I’m always going to care about you.” I said, looking at him.

 Michael let out a breath that he was holding in, smiling back at me and nodded his head, as if he was also affirming that he felt the same way about me.

 “Now! As your best man, I am obliged to kick your ass if you don’t make it to your wedding, so. Straighten up, quickly go wash your face, put on your jacket, repeat your vows to me and you are all set for your wedding.” I said, holding onto his shoulders.

 “Remember she loves you.” I quickly leaned up and kissed his cheek before I started to walk back inside.

 “If you need me, I’ll be outside of your room, checking on some other things okay!” I called out.

 “Hey Y/N!”

 I stopped in my tracks and I turned around to look at him.

 “Yeah Mike?”

“Thank you… for everything.”

“That’s why I am your best man instead of your bride. Lord knows how that shit would’ve turned out.” I joked.

 Michael chuckled as he nodded his head, licking his lips.

 “You’re going to be a great husband, Mike. And a great dad.”

“You too. I mean... the respectful female roles of those two… in the future.”

 I couldn’t hold back the small laugh due to Michael’s little slip up. I bit my lower lip as I shrugged my shoulders.

 “Maybe… We’ll see.”

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