how i imagine thigh riding w the guys would go. afab!reader.
calum
it happens when you’re sitting on the couch, aimlessly watching tv, curled up together.
his hands make their way to end of your sleep shorts, the ones he has a half a mind to rip right off you. your hand is absentmindedly rubbing his upper thigh, and he’s watching you out the corner of his eye. even though he thinks you can’t, you feel his eyes on you immediately. whether right next to you or across a crowded room, you always could.
you squeeze at the place where his thigh meets his pelvis, smiling slightly at the breath he lets out. the movie is long forgotten, your attention solely on the beautiful man below your fingertips. what started out as a tease morphs into a bit of an obsession. your nails are scraping the mass of muscle, mind whirling with endless scenarios. when your hand starts to inch higher and higher, calum stops you.
“if you wanna do something, then do it.”
it’s all the encouragement you need before you’re climbing halfway into his lap, his thigh slotted between your legs. the pressure makes your head spin, and you look up at him through hooded eyes. the way he looks in the low light of your living room, green and blue hair tousled and bushy eyebrows drawn— it makes wetness pool between your legs almost immediately.
“wanna try something,” you whisper, placing a kiss on his pulse point, which makes his hands fly to your hips. “let me?”
he nods, dark eyes curious. “anything.”
its instantaneous, the motion of your hips. slow, experimental thrusts. the friction between your flimsy shorts and the denim he’s wearing making the familiar heat rise in your stomach.
calum’s strong hands are moving you faster and faster, watching you fall apart with rapt attention. he can’t take his eyes of you— his girl— fucking yourself against his leg like it would kill you any minute to stop.
he’s laser focused on the puff of air leaving you; the way you throw your head back, the way you grip his bicep at a particularly slow drag he guides you through. it’s better than drugs he thinks, the way you look absolutely wrecked off nothing but his fucking thigh.
his mouth is parted as your orgasm hits you, a long whine falling from behind those pretty lips. he doesn’t stop moving you, not even when you slump forward, chest heaving.
“cal, fuck—“ its torture, you think. you fucking love it anyway.
after a minute he stops, deep breath leaving him. you look up, confused. it takes all of ten seconds before you’re flipped around, splayed on your back underneath him, back pressed firmly into the couch.
his eyes are molten. “you’re a fucking vision, you know that? using my thigh like it belongs to you.” your mouth falls open as he shoves a hand down the front of your pants. “let me show you exactly what belongs to me.”
ashton
you’d been running around the city all night, and by the time you get back to his apartment, you’re practically begging for ash to touch you. he’d been teasing all night; skimming his hand along the small of your back, gripping the flesh of your thigh underneath tables. it made you a live wire, wound tight and desperate for something. anything.
ashton sits on the edge of the bed, watching as you take off your clothes, eyes trailing down your body with greed. he gestures you over with one hand, “come here.”
when you’re standing in front of him in nothing but a skimpy black set, he tugs you forward, making you collapse in his lap. you wrap your arms around him as he fuses your lips together, hands on either side of your ribcage. his thumbs skim the underside of your breasts softly.
it has you out of breath and desperate, whining into the kiss and clenching around nothing. “so needy tonight, yeah?”
it drives you crazy, the way he’s looking at you, smirk wide and eyes full of mischief. you nod, moving to reattach your lips, but he leans back, moving his body further up the bed and subsequently moving you to sit on one of his legs.
“so take what you need, baby.”
you stare at him, alarmed, waiting for him to touch you. only he doesn’t, just leans back on his elbows, eyebrows raised. “ash-“
“you heard me, pretty girl. use me.”
the lightning bolt it sends down your spine makes you breathless. you know he’s enjoying seeing you squirm, but you couldn’t give less a fuck. not with his huge, muscled thigh pressed against your center like an open invitation.
you drag your hips back and forth against him, moan clawing its way out your throat at the feeling. ashton bounces his leg slightly in time with your thrusts, grinning wolfishly at the mewls leaving you. he’s rock hard in his slacks but it’s not important to him. what’s important is you, half naked and pretty as ever, fucking yourself against his thigh like it was where you needed to live.
“oh- fuck- ash I’m gonna-“ it’s too much, between the look on his face and the pressure on your clit. you’re rutting helplessly, chasing your orgasm like a woman deranged.
when your hips lock and your breathing splutters his hands are on you, holding you in place pushing you down as firm as possible. your jaw goes slack and vision turns white as you climax, and you slump forward, right into his chest.
it’s quiet for a second, and then,
“didn’t think there was anything better than seeing you come on my cock. guess I was wrong.”
luke
luke is a little bit different. it’s carnal and raw in way that knocks the wind out of you both. clothes have been ripped away, throw haphazardly across the room. you’re a mess of teeth and tongues clashing, lips trailing against collarbones and hungry hands.
his back is pressed against the headboard, blonde curls wild against his forehead. curses are falling out of his kiss-red lips, eyes wide and blown.
“need to feel you— now.”
you nod fervently, grabbing the base of him and lifting up to sink on to him. he stop you and you gasp as your eyes connect. he looks ravenous and his hold is bruising. “no,” his voice is coarse. “want you on my thigh.”
there’s no time between the words tumbling out his mouth and your pussy slapping onto the meat of his thigh. you both moan immediately at the contact. the feeling is other worldly, and you feel like you’ve ascended to the highest plane possible. luke doesn’t let a beat pass before he’s dragging you back and forth with a quickness, eyes transfixed on the way your wetness coats his skin.
“god you’re so wet for me— I can hear it.” he whimpers against your mouth, trailing kisses to your jaw, biting down slightly. the moan that rips from the deepest parts of your chest echoes around the room.
“luke— I can’t,” you sob. his pace is unrelenting, jutting you back further and pulling you in closer every time. “it’s too much.”
“you can,” he’s words are slurred on the pleasure, voice strained. “please baby, give it to me. wanna feel you soak my thigh. please.”
your orgasm hits you like a wrecking ball, and at the same time you’re arching into him, he’s coming too, thick ropes hitting his stomach and your arm.
it takes a minute for the both of you to screw your heads on right. chests heaving, sweat coating every inch of your bodies.
luke looks up at you, fucked out smile and bliss transforming his face.
“we’re definitely doing that again.”
michael
michael’s a little bit of a wild card. it’d be something you didn’t see a mile away, but appreciative of nonetheless.
you’re sitting in a corner booth in the back of a crowded club, at an album release for a one of his friends. everyone’s gotten up; to go the bar, the bathroom, to dance— you couldn’t remember exactly. mostly because you’re sitting on his lap, his back pressed up against you and thigh slotted between your own.
the last person had gotten up and it was immediate, the way his large hands latched on to your hips, lips at your ear. “if I can’t fuck you the way that I want right now, I’m gonna need to see you fall apart.”
you go to look over your shoulder at him but he keeps you from turning. “eyes forward, baby.”
when he starts to move you, you choke on your own spit, startled moan tumbling out of your lips. he squeezes you, pressure making your brain turn to mush.
the whole ordeal is slow and deliberate. every stroke, every drag, every stutter. right when you’re almost there, he stops, bringing you back down before starting up again. “look at you, so good for me.” his voice is sugary sweet, almost in awe. “sliding against my thigh, fuck, you’re soaked. I can feel you.”
his filthy words do nothing but wind the coil in your gut tighter and tighter. you’re a mewling mess, pleas falling breathlessly out your mouth. “please, mike. please, please, please.”
he groans, moving you faster against him. the music in the club is deafening, but you’re focused on nothing except the friction between you both. it’s exhilarating and terrifying, knowing anyone could come back or even simply just look, and you’d be caught. it’s when he sinks his teeth into the skin of your collarbone that you’re a shaking, whining mess in his lap. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”
when you come down from it all, you look back at him, eyebrows raised. “where the hell did that come from?”
he shrugs, grin wide and eyes sparkling. “well with a dress like that, did you expect me to keep my hands to myself?”
summary: they’re home from the EAS tour and you’re seeing calum for the first time since he’s been back.
part 2! part 3!
cw: situationship final boss, slight angst, mild fluff, mentions of cheating in previous relationships, PG-13 at it’s worst but please MDNI (please let me know if there’s anything else that should be included!)
author’s note: i am YEARNING for 5sos fics to the point of writing my own. forgive me for how self-indulgent this is. i haven’t written for any of them since i was 16 lol
PS please also forgive the all lowercase, it’s pride month (if it’s really that bad, i can fix it and upload it again i promise)
he’d fallen asleep, head rested in my lap on ashton’s back patio. there was a party going on inside to celebrate the end of their tour.
ashton found us, my fingers running through calum’s hair with one hand and silently scrolling through social media with the other. ash approached, sitting on one of the nearby chairs.
“i knew i’d find you both out here. i’m just glad you’re both decent.” he joked, briefly gazing at the crackling fire in front of us.
“he said he wasn’t feeling super social.” i explained. “he fell asleep pretty much as soon as he put his head down.” i looked down at him with a small smile, pushing hair away from his sleeping face.
“i really don’t understand why you aren’t putting the guy out of his misery. this doesn’t seem as casual as you both make it out to be.” he spoke softly.
“well, the guy has a history of cheating. like to the point where it’s a joke amongst your fans.” i whispered back, setting my phone aside.
“maybe he’s changed?” he suggested, not entirely sure of it.
“i don’t want to take that chance. we’re having fun. if we’re just having fun, he can’t cheat. he’s free to do what he wants and so am i.”
“so this is fun? letting him sleep while the rest of the party goes on inside? that’s how you have fun together?” he joked.
“he’s tired. you guys just got back-“
“and he only agreed to come to the party because i told him you were coming.”
“no,” i frowned, “he came because you’re his best friend and asked him to come.”
“i haven’t seen the guy since he found you. how long has he been asleep anyway?”
“i don’t know, maybe 30 minutes?”
“asleep for 30 minutes at a party.” he laughed quietly, almost in disbelief. “surely he’s so tired from all of the reunion sex you’ve been-“
“nope, that’s entirely none of your business.”
“so there’s been a lot.” he teased with a definitive tone.
“i’ll have you know, tonight is the first time i’ve seen him since you got back.”
“we’ve been back for like a week.”
“yeah.” i looked down at the tufts of grown out blonde, softly combing them with my fingers.
“he was pretty much jonesing to see you.”
“i don’t know, i thought he could use some space.”
“he had, like, thousands of miles of space for months. what’s the real reason?”
i let out a sigh, “you know i don’t exactly keep tabs on him, he’s a free agent-“
“he didn’t cheat on you-“
“because he can’t. you have to be exclusive to cheat-“
“it’s exclusive to him.”
“and that’s the problem. it’s exclusive for him until it’s not.”
ashton nodded knowingly, “i get it.”
“that, you do. you’re not beating the cheating allegations either.”
he put his hands up in surrender jokingly, “fair point, fair point.”
i smiled across to him to let him know i was mostly joking before looking back down at the man laying across my lap.
“seriously, though. he wasn’t with anyone else while we were gone, just so you know.”
“noted.”
“it might also be important to note that at a party full of his friends and colleagues, he beelined to you.”
“also noted.”
“i’m just saying, you could give the guy a chance to prove you wrong.”
“i don’t want to give him an opportunity to make me mad at him.”
“not sure you’d forgive him?”
“no, i would.” i responded easily. “i can’t help myself. him, on the other hand.”
“so you don’t think he’d forgive himself?”
“you heard the songs from his album. i think while he’s busy punishing himself, i’d somehow get caught in the crossfire.”
“i see.” he nodded, looking at his best friend from across the fire. “i hadn’t thought about it that way.”
we stayed sat on the patio, chatting about things here and there quietly. calum stirred a bit, sleepily settling on his back as his eyes fluttered open.
“welcome back to the land of the conscious, cal!” ashton joked, “we missed you.”
still in his sleepy state, he glanced to ashton, then back to me, rubbing his eyes. “how long was i asleep?”
“not very long-“ i started.
“over 30 minutes.” ashton corrected.
he frowned in response, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“it’s okay,” i spoke softly. “i don’t mind.”
ashton took it upon himself to make a fake gagging sound before rising from his seat.
“i’ll see you both later. now that calum is well rested, all i ask is that you don’t do weird sex stuff in the bathroom with the good towels.”
“fuck off.” he jokingly muttered as he rose from my lap.
“can you promise me you guys won’t?” ashton asked me jokingly.
“no promises, but hey, we’ll try to keep it clean.” i joked, shrugging as i watched calum stretch out his arms.
“heathens.” he laughed before going back inside.
calum turned to me, sleep still evident on his face.
“you were pretty tired, huh?” i asked.
“yeah.” he agreed, “it’s easier to sleep when you’re around, i guess.” he said nonchalantly.
“i’m glad i could help.” i smiled softly, happier at the thought than i wanted to admit.
“do you maybe want to head back to mine?” he leaned against the back of the couch, his arm resting along the top. “party is fun and all, but i really just want to be alone with you.”
“i don’t know, i uber’d here so i don’t have any clothes or-“
“all of your stuff is still at my place from before i left. clothes, makeup remover, moisturizer, etcetera.” he said simply.
“i assumed you would’ve just tossed whatever i left behind.” i thought out loud.
“why would i do that?” he asked confusedly.
“i don’t know, in case you were having someone over and didn’t want them to see it.”
“well, i haven’t exactly had anyone over, i’ve been away for a while.” he joked, despite all attempts to feel nonchalant and cool about the whole thing, my heart sank.
“besides, you’re really the only person i have over.” he said simply, as if it didn’t recover the aforementioned sinking heart. “please come over? no funny business, i just want to spend more time with you.”
“okay.” i smiled softly.
he only smiled in response, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek before rising from the couch. i followed after him, letting his fingers intertwine with mine as he led me through the crowd of people filling ashton’s home.
once we made it through to the front door, i tugged on his hand. “don’t you want to say goodbye to the guys?”
“it’ll take forever to find them. i’ll text them later.” he shrugged, opening the door for me.
i followed him to his car, where he opened the passenger side door for me and softly closed it behind me. the drive to his place was short and quiet, aside from the music softly playing. his hand was still wrapped around mine as he drove.
once we stepped through the front door, my senses were immediately flooded. i’d seen his place before. i’d seen it countless times, but the way the space looked like somewhere he belonged never failed to amaze me. the house smelled the same as him. hell, it was even as warm as him.
he set his keys on a table near the front door as i slipped my shoes off. letting the familiarity sink in, i padded across the floor, looking around the room.
it wasn’t long until he made his way to me again, one hand settling on my hip, the other cradling my jaw. i let my hands rest on his chest, elated just to have the privilege of looking into those soft, brown eyes again.
“why am i only *just* seeing you tonight?” he asked softly, his eyes scanning my face.
“i don’t know if you noticed, but you’ve kinda been out of town-“ i joked before he interjected.
“i’ve been back for over a week.”
“i didn’t want to crowd you. wanted to let you get back into your routine.” i shrugged, looking away from those eyes i was yearning to look into. almost embarrassed, i started smoothing over the wrinkles in his shirt.
he gently lifted my chin with a smile, “i can assure you, i haven’t felt crowded. quite the opposite, actually.” i finally let my eyes flicker back to his, relief seeming to take over both of us at the eye contact.
“quite the opposite?” i questioned teasingly, “is that your way of saying you missed me?”
he rolled his eyes with a small smile before leaning down to kiss me.
finally having his lips on mine felt like fresh air when i’d been holding my breath for months. i let my fingers push through the curls at the back of his head, body fully relaxed at his touch. i subconsciously smiled when i felt his hands glide down, rediscovering territory he’d already claimed however long ago when things started between us.
i pulled away from the kiss, slightly breathless. whether said breathlessness was from the kiss or from being in his orbit again, i couldn’t tell you.
“you said no funny business.” i grinned up at him.
“there is nothing funny about the way i missed you.” he shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips, pressing his forehead to mine.
“so you did miss me.”
“yes. in other news, the sky is blue.” he spoke sarcastically, still in that sweet voice i could never hear enough of. “now, if you don’t mind, i’d like to get you undressed-“
“excuse me-“
“changed into something comfortable, and put on one of those films you like.”
“so you were serious about the ‘no funny business’ thing.” i asked.
he let out a small laugh, “you seem disappointed.”
“not disappointed,” i assured him, letting my thumb gently swiping back and forth across the side of his neck, “just surprised, is all.”
“i think there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” he spoke softly. “right now, i really just want to hold you.” his admission was delivered with slight embarrassment that, like most of his other problems, i couldn’t help but want to resolve.
