eight full length fics. each fic can be read separately. 5sos have a special place in my heart ā iāve been following them for over 10 years now and i remember i used to fangirl so hard back in my teenage years, and their songs are still in my playlist and i still listen to their music every day. so i decided to combine some of my favorite 5sos songs with my favorite tropes + skz and hereās the result!
*slow updates since writerās block is being a bitch*
each fic is going to contain smut, so minors dni. 18+ only.
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if you donāt know ; play ā¶ļø ā¢įį||į|į||||į į|ā¢ 3:28
šØš®š£š¤š„šØššØ: go ahead rip my heart out - show me what loveās all about. if you say that you donāt feel a thing - if you donāt know, let me go.
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end up here ; play ā¶ļø ā¢įį||į|į||||į į|ā¢ 3:02
šØš®š£š¤š„šØššØ: i wish i could have made you stay, and i'm the only one to blame. i know that it's a little too late, this is everything i didn't say.
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catch fire ; play ā¶ļø ā¢įį||į|į||||į į|ā¢ 3:27
šØš®š£š¤š„šØššØ: iāll never give you away ācause iāve already made that mistake. if my name never fell off your lips again, i know itād be such a shame.
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just saying ; play ā¶ļø ā¢įį||į|į||||į į|ā¢ 2:40
šØš®š£š¤š„šØššØ: you don't need him, i'll help you get over it. when you change your mind i'll be waiting, 'cause i'm better than him, just saying.
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greenlight ; play ā¶ļø ā¢įį||į|į||||į į|ā¢ 2:46
šØš®š£š¤š„šØššØ: it's taking me over, i don't wanna play this game no more. all you gotta do is tell me right now you want me right now.
summary: after a tough breakup, youāre forced to move in with your brother for you have no place to go, only to find out that his best friend is always around. inevitably, you stop considering him just as your brotherās best friend and develop feelings for him.
[jake sim x f!reader; fingering (f receiving); exhibitionism?? kinda]
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You feel it. Slow, measured, careful, the way his hand mischievously moves under the blanket to reach the hem of your pyjamas before carefully slipping inside. Going commando on movie night is not something you planned to do, but the truth is you read on some blog that sleeping without underwear actually benefits your vagina, and so thatās a new habit youāve picked up a few months ago and never really sleep with your panties on anymore.
Jake knows it. Of course he does. Itās his favourite habit of yours, one he picked up too even though thereās no research study on the benefits of the penis of sleeping without underwear on. Still, for solidarity, as he says, heās started doing that, too. And, hey, quickies before going to bed or as first thing in the morning are easier this way.
The next thing you know, his lips press on your naked shoulder feather-like as the pads of his fingertips brush your pussy lips, collecting and smearing your arousal all over it.
āWhat are you doing?ā You shout-whisper to him, frantically looking around the vast room in case anyone were watching in your direction, but none of the boys were, thankfully.
āNeeded to feel you,ā he murmurs, syrupy sweet, resting his head in the crook of your neck, turned towards the television even though heās not really focused on whatever it is theyāre watching. āBeen thinkinā about it since you showed up in those leggings.ā
He got distracted in the middle of a boring scene of the movie and suddenly remember you were there, beside him, without any panties underneath your pyjamas, and heās weak for youā he couldnāt resist such a temptation.
āWhat if they notice?ā You lean in to whisper to him, but he simply shrugs in response, not really bothered by the remote possibility.
Heesungās sitting beside him, and next to him, on the opposite side, thereās Jay. Some of them are comfortably sat in the puffy chair beside the couch, the others are sitting on the carpet, eating popcorn.
And youā you are getting fingered by Jake in the middle of an action scene where the protagonist nearly dies tragically.
āNo one is going to notice,ā he whispers back. Famous last words.
His fingers move, you freeze when they brush your clit, slow and tentative, but also like he knows exactly what heās doing, how to touch you. He knows your body in a way that only heās ever known it. He moves in tight, slow circles, then a bit more rapidly, then strokes your clit up and down, then again he moves in circles, until your face is all hot and you squeeze at his wrist, warning him youāre getting close.
You see, you hear him fucking chuckle.
The good thing is, nobody is paying attention to you and Jake, exactly like he predicted. Still, youāve got to be quiet and not let any sound escape you, because thatās gonna draw all the attention towards you, and thatās the last thing to hope for. Jake bites down your shoulder, gently but possessively, as you fall apart thanks to him, to his fingers, to his touch. You squeeze your eyes shut, firmly grasping Jakeās wrist as you feel yourself getting wetter between your legs.
Jakeās fingers move in exploration, and the playful, cocky smirk on his face turns into him biting his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales deeply through his nostrils. Heās imagining all the stuff he wants to do to you, all the stuff heād do if the rest of his friends wasnāt here in the same room as you two. All the positions heād have you bent in, the flavour of you onto his tongue, the sight of his release slowly dripping out of you. Suddenly, heās very stiff in his own pyjamas, and there isnāt much either of you can do about it without being too obvious. Would he be a bad friend if he kicked everyone out just to fuck you now and there?
Probably. Does he care? Not much.
But before he can fully realise it, his fingers are moving on his own, prodding at your hole, getting lost feeling all that sweet dew coating your pussy. He wants to dive in and eat you out until your legs are shaking, until he fucking chokes on it. His digits enter you slowly, and your eyes widen in shock because what the fuck, youād just recovered from your orgasm, what is he trying to do?
But Jake craves your pleasure, he physically yearns for your orgasms more than you do, more than he cares about his own. You feel him, pressed against you, hard and hot and wanting, and you know he needs you. Just as much as you need him, maybe even more.
His fingers pump in and out of you slowly, excruciatingly so, to the point you see stars each and every time the tips rub that sweet, spongy spot inside of you.
āYouāre so wet,ā he half-moans into your ear, thumbing at your clit. āFuck, I need you. Need to have you, baby.ā
His mouth finds your neck, he fingers you faster, faster, until his fingers are all coated with your wetness.
You donāt even try to speak, sure that your voice would betray you. Youāre already struggling at holding back your moans. You just squeeze his wrist tighter, sinking your nails into his skin as he makes you come onto his fingers like the good girl you are.
He notices, of course, bites his lip so hard he nearly tastes blood on his tongue.
āYeah, like that, baby. Come for me. Show me youāre really mine.ā
āNeed you. Jakey, I need you,ā you blabber incoherently, looking at him with big, doe eyes, pleading him silently.
He blinks, takes a look around the room to see if any of the boys noticed anything. What can he do? Can he really get up and drag you to your shared bedroom and leave everyone else in the living room?
Yes, no doubt. Heāll do anything, heāll kick everyone out if he has to.
āBedroom?ā
āPlease, baby.ā
When the two of you suddenly disappear, no oneās really surprised.
tbh all iāve got rn is a bunch of angst š and a couple of smut scenes, i just need to find a way to glue it all together in a coherent way š„¹ but to put it simply im halfway done, i just need motivation to actually sit at my desk and write š
