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i know i said i was posting it last week but i kept revising and fixing it .... it’s extremely long and i only wrote the first half (5K words+) and i still have the other half to go so it might be 8-10k words depending on how .... detailed 😏 i get
A mood board for @5sosle 💛🌻
5sosfam: oh no luke doesn’t sound like a kangaroo anymore someone take him back to AUS!!!!!
luke:
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making someone cum is so much fun
I Don't care where we are, I need you now. -Michael Smut.
Boy: Michael Clifford Includes: FWB, *Slightly* rough, Public. Inspired By: This one was inspired by a request asking for ‘Can you do one when you’re having sex in public and somebody catches you’ Word count: 3.5k +
A/N: I tried not to meantion anything about hair colour or anything so that you could decide what your favourite Michael hair colour was.
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Ashton Irwin
Its Ashton’s first week back from being on tour for three months and you two are lying in bed together cuddling and he turns his face towards yours and asks you, “How many times did you touch yourself while I was gone?” And your heart starts to race because he told you to not do it due to the fact he couldn’t have sex or pleasure himself because of the tight schedule and since he couldn’t pleasure himself, neither could you. You looked at him before answering right away and you take a deep breath before saying, “I didn’t.” which causes him to look at you with a raised eyebrow before sarcastically saying, “You expect me to believe that? Now, (Y/N), I’m going to ask you one last time: How. Many. Times. Have. You. Touched. Yourself. While. I. Was. Gone?, and I want the truth.” You placed your top lip in between your teeth before whispering a small “Five… I did it five times.” With that, he releases you from his embrace, walks toward the foot of the bed, and stands there looking over your body as you sit crisscross on the mattress. After a moment of silence that seemed to dread on forever, he looks you in the eye once again and says, “So, you lied to me? Do you know what happens when girls lie to me?” He waits for your answer but you fail to do so in a timely manner causing him to get visually upset. “I asked you a fucking question, (Y/N), I expect an answer, am I talking to a damn wall?” He says in a harsh tone. You’re not familiar with this side of him it was both terrifying and thrilling, “Yes,” you said flatly. “Yes, what?” he asked pressing on. “Yes, Daddy, I know what happens when girls lie to you,” you said shrinking back into the headboard. “You knew what would happen, yet you lied anyway?” his voice husky with lust, “Since you know everything, (Y/N), tell me what happens when girls lie to me.” “Th-They get punished,” you said in a small whisper barely audible. He ordered you to stand up and made you walk over to where he was, “Bend over, now. I’m going to show you what happens when you lie to Daddy,”
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me upset over my non-existent ex after listening to ghost of you bc he rlly broke my heart
Jealous
It’s been officially three weeks since Ashton and I did anything even moderately sexual. The past twenty-one days have been hell ever since I accidentally called Ashton “Luke” while we were having sex during his first week being back from tour. Biggest mistake of my life.
I tossed and turned in the half-empty bed as I heard the television blaring from downstairs along with a slew of curse words as I heard gunshots amidst of all of the commotion. I freed my hand from the duvet and I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and I checked the time squinting my eyes as the brightness from my phone as I waited for my eyes to adjust. The clocks time shown 2:56 A.M., and I rubbed my eyes as I sat up in bed yawning as I felt myself become fully awake. I kicked my feet over the side of the bed and slipped on my house shoes that Ashton bought me while he was in America. As I made my way to the door of our room I grabbed my robe and put it on before I descended down the staircase and entered into the living room where I saw him sitting on the couch with the controller in hand and the headset on as he talked to his friends ordering them around.
Walking closer to him, I called out his name, “Ashton.” I waited for a reply: Nothing. I waited before I called out his name again, a little louder before. “Ashton” I called again and I noticed him tensing up before forcefully concentrating back to his video game with much more effort. “Okay,” I say and I blow out a breath of air and I head back upstairs, not wanting to deal with his childlike behavior. I slowly walked back upstairs and closed the door behind me after I entered into the room. Looks like I’ll be sleeping alone. Again.
…
I woke up to Ashton screaming my name.
“(Y/N), I’ve been calling your name for minutes now,” he looked at me with bloodshot eyes and a lingering smell of cheap alcohol that clung to his clothes. I noticed his words were somewhat slurred together, and I sat up in bed and I rubbed my eyes looking at him as he stood at the foot of our bed.
“Are you drunk?” I nearly yelled wide-eyed at him as I gained complete consciousness.
I started to get up until his voice full of an uneven mixture of rage and annoyance filled the air. “Don’t move.” He repeated once more, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand and his chest started to rise and fall unevenly as he looked at me through hooded lids. “Tell me, right now, (Y/N), am I not good enough for you? Is that what this is? I’m no longer good enough to you, that you have to go around imaging my fucking bandmate fucking you instead of me? Is that what it’s come to?” he started to sway and I ignored his first command to not leave the bed as I rushed to his side to steady his balance before he toppled over.
“For fucksakes Ashton, are we seriously going to have this argument at,” I turned my attention to the digital clock on our nightstand, “4:30 A.M., are we really? I said I was sorry Ashton and I meant it then and I mean it now. You’re the only one that I want. It was a mistake; he means nothing to me. You’re the one that I love.”
“You love me?” he asks, then scoffs, “If you really loved me, (Y/N) then why is it that you were thinking of Luke while I was the one fucking you senseless? What can he do that I can’t? Can he make you wet? Can he make you cum in only 5 minutes? Can he?” he steps closer to me, and I take two steps back ending up pressed against the footboard of the bed, and he grabbed into my forearms. “Can he make you wet with just whispering into your ear about how much he wants to fuck you because you’ve been such a bad girl? Can he do that, baby, can he?” his voice deep with lust and he pressed himself against me, and I felt him harden with each word he said to me.
It felt as if moments passed between us before I heard him speak again, “I asked a question,” he looked at me his voice softer and his eyes flickered between both anger and affection and his pointer finger traced the outline of my jaw as I clenched my mouth shut. Afraid to speak. “Look at me,” he demanded, and I didn’t dare ignore his instructions. He placed his finger under my chin, lifted my face until my eyes met his own.
I mumbled the only response I found necessary, “Baby, I’m sorry. I really am.”
He clenched his jaw for a brief second and his dimples involuntarily flashed as his grip on my arm grew tighter as he pressed his body into mine. “Ashton, stop you’re hurting me.”
He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and after swallowing a dark smirk formed across his face, “That’s nothing compared to what’s about to happen. I need you to remember whom you belong to, (Y/N) and it seems that you’ve forgotten. After tonight, my name is going to be the only name you remember. I’ll make sure of that.” I looked at him wide-eyed my heart racing, but turned on at the same time. A dominant possessive Ashton is one I’ve never encountered. His hands made their way under the shirt I was wearing and they cupped my ass, “Jump.” He ordered and I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” whispered against my skin as he roughly placed kisses on my neck definitely to leave his mark. “You’re not going to be able to walk for weeks when I’m done with you, (Y/N).”
I stretched my neck so he’d have better access to whatever spot he was trying to reach. My fingers combed through his hair as a series of soft moans escaped my lips and I tightened my legs around his waist as I felt to cool wall behind my back as he pinned me there using his body.
He brought his lips down to mine and took control not allowing me to catch a breath at all. He’d snaked his fingers through the lace of my underwear and slowly draw figure eights where I needed him most as he sucked another mark into my skin leaving with a total of three that I’ve counted so far.
I untwined my fingers from his curls and opened my eyes for the first time in what felt like hours. “We’re only just getting started.” He warned as he walked over to the bed and sat me down, looking at me as he stood between my legs which were so sore from holding on to him while he had me pressed against the wall.
“You have too many clothes on, take off your shirt.” He ordered but then contracted his statement nearly seconds after. “Actually, change of plans. I want you to strip. Off the bed and in the center of the room. Now.” He pulled me up and gently shoved me towards the center of the room and laid back on the bed supporting himself with one elbow as he palmed himself with his other hand, his pants tenting even more than I thought possible.
I swayed my hips as I slowly unhooked my bra from underneath my shirt, he never said what order I had to strip in, and so I made it a show. I pulled my bra through the top of my shirt and I threw it near the bed and it landed near his right thigh and I noticed he now had his hands in his pants slowly going up and down.
“Hands and knees,” he said as he sat up on the bed. I was now completely naked and I lowered myself to the ground, “crawl to me.” I slowly made my way over to a waiting Ashton who was now standing with his legs apart and his pants unbuttoned. “I want you to suck me off, (Y/N), and you’re not going to stop until I tell you, do you understand?”
My hands reached up to unbutton his pants even more before he swatted them away shaking his finger, “Here’s the catch—no hands. If you use your hands, I promise you…your punishment is going to be even worse than what I have planned already. Do I make myself clear?” he questions and I looked at him with wide eyes and he grabs my hair and pulls it into a makeshift ponytail pulling my closer to the tent in his pants.
“I said ‘Do I make myself clear?,” he asked once more raising his voice and pulling on my hair forcing me to crane me neck enough to meet his eyes.
“Yes,” I said under my breath, but it didn’t please him at all.
“It seems to me,” he says lifting me up by my arms as he pushes me over the side of the bed, “that you either say nothing or the wrong thing, am I wrong, (Y/N)?”
I was at a loss for words, he’s never been this forceful with me and I was so caught up in the sudden change in his mannerisms towards me that I forgot to answer his question which resulted in a sharp smack to my ass and my screams that bounced off walls. “Keep that in mind every time you want to ignore me when I ask a question, on your knees again. Now.” He commanded once again and set me in the position I was in before he spanked me.
“Remember, no hands. Or else.”
I used my teeth to slide his pants down to his ankles before coming back up once only to repeat the process again with his boxers. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and he bit his lip once he was no longer trapped inside of boxers. I brought my lips to his head and I swallowed before trailing small kisses up and down his length. His breathing hitched and sped up once I put his head into my mouth only to take it out with a popping sound. My hands secured behind my back I took him back into my mouth at a painfully slow speed which was rewarded with an elongated “fuck” that came from between his parted lips.
I used this opportunity to deep throat him, not minding my gag reflex, since right now was all about him. I felt him twitch inside of my mouth, “Stop.”
“I’ve waited three weeks for this, do you know what was going through my mind when we were having sex, and you screamed out ‘Luke’? Do you know how much that hurt me? I thought I was losing you to him. just tell me, promise me, that I’m all you need and I will give you more love than I’ve given anyone I’ve ever known…” his voice broke with his lasts words and he stood me up so we’d be eye to eye.
I grabbed his hands, “Ashton,” I started, “it was an accident. I can promise you with my entire life, you’re the only one I want and the only one—”
My testament was cut short due to his lips massaging themselves against my, “I promise” I whispered against his lips and he turned me around and laid me flat on my back as he pushed my legs apart and leaned down to trail kisses from my lips all the way down to my middle.
My breathing hitched as I felt him trail kisses up and down my thigh only to pass over where I needed him most and on to the other leg. “Ashton,” I moaned as I felt his breath teasing me.
I gasped as I felt his long finger tease me and I sucked in a breath of air.
“Holy fuck,” he said, “you’re so wet already, and I’m just starting.”
I clutched into the duvet and arched my back as I felt his tongue circle around teasing me. I let go of the covers and ran my fingers through his hair gently pressing his face deeper. “Fuck, A-Ash—”
My voice broke as the knot in my abdomen tightened causing Ashton to quickly stop his movements, his head shot up from between my legs and he removed him fingers become putting them into his mouth one by one licking them clean. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, until Daddy say’s you can.”
“Please, Ashton, do something, I need you.” My body begging for his touch, “I need you Ashton, please.”
He positioned himself at my entrances and teased me again by sliding himself up and down my slit before pushing his head in his jaw becoming lax from the tightness of my walls before he pulled himself out and repeated the process. He thrusted in and out as a thin sheen of sweat caused his skin to glisten as the small rays of the morning sun began to break through our blinds. My head was swimming with a mix of emotions mainly pleasure and pain as he started to go deeper with each thrust.
“Who’s making you feel this good, (Y/N)?”
“You are,” I screamed
“What’s that, I didn’t hear you properly,” he said ask he rammed into me with a much greater force than I’m used to.
“FUCK. You are Ashton. You’re making me feel good!” I scream as his fingers dig into my hips helping him keep his balance and to ensure he hits my g-spot each time our bodies meet.
Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead caused his hair to stick down and his eyebrows were knitted together as he bit his lips in concentration.
“I want to ride you.” I said through my moans, “please, Daddy.” I begged.
He lifted me off the bed and laid down on his back and I slowly slid up and down him filling me each time before I started going at a quicker pace as his hips came up to meet mine.
“F-ffuck. I think I’m cu—” my words cut off by Ashton’s groans and the warm sensation of him spilling himself in me.
…
We were wrapped in the covers watching television cuddled together, my head on his chest as I listened to his heartbeat.
“Ashton,” I called his name looking up, “I love you, I really do.” I said placing a kiss on his cheek, “and im sorry about everything. I love you. And I love how possessive you get.” I say smiling at him, which causes him to turn us over so that his body was hovering over mine as he held his body weight with his forearms.
“Shall we go for round two?” he asks with raised eyebrows and a dimpled smirk as his eyes flickers with hints of lust.
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