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sweet meetings | m.c.

Anonymous: eve!!! i can’t stop thinking about baker!michael it is SO soft my heart!! imagine you work at cal and ash’s record store, mainly on the weekends but sometimes during the week, bc you’re studying, and at first you go into the bakery for a coffee and a quick bite to eat before shifts but when you notice how cosy it is you think it might be a great place to study, not to mention there’s a really cute guy working there, n mike of course takes notice of you, at first u share simple pleasantries but the more u come in the faster it evolves into easy banter, soft laughter and shared smiles, he knows how u take ur coffee and why u prefer the blueberry muffins over the apple cinnamon and when you start coming to study, bag overflowing w books and a battered laptop, mike can’t help but watch u in the quiet moments, eyes focused on ur work n fingers carefully pulling off pieces of ur muffin and one day he works up the nerve to sit w you on his break, coming over w a nervous smile but you’re so happy n surprised, unsure if he saw anything more than a regular who he got on well with!! now it seems all the soft smiles n lingering gazes n times ur fingers brushed when he handed you ur food before work have evolved into something more!! so this becomes a regular occurrence for the two of u and wow i don’t know this could go on forever because i am so so so soft for michael look what u have done to me eve!!!!! i cant even be mad cuz ily

I went a little overboard with this and added some concepts. Hope that’s okay!

Word count: 2k

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You often find yourself in a rush. Never having enough time between working at a record shop, doing classes online and living the rest of your life to stop and enjoy moments for what they’re really worth. Rushing is a habit for you; second nature and easy. You realize it’s too easy, that time slips past you and hurtles on whether you’re aware of it or not. Your life is a whirlwind and you’re determined to enjoy the breeze once and a while. With this realization and determination you stop. Stop running from place to place and take your time. Take time for yourself. It’s a mild morning when you slowly stroll up to the bakery across from the record shop. Your boss Ashton always raves about the iced coffee and Calum has found more than just the treats to be sweet. It’s calm inside, the morning rush over—a sweet spot of time in between morning coffee needs and lunchtime cravings. It’s quaint and quiet and a complete contrast to the way you usually live your life.

There’s no line when you walk in. Desserts and pastries of all kinds sit behind glass and a handwritten menu board dominates the wall above. It’s written in white chalk with special menu items erased and rewritten likely by the day. Everything looks delectable and you’re glad to have taken some time to come inside. A swinging door to the back—probably leading to the kitchen—opens as the front door behind you shuts. A man around your age comes through, his blonde hair tucked under a black cap and the black apron around his waist dusted with patches of white flour. The name tag on his apron says Michael, well, the el is smudged with some ingredient that obscures part of the letters but you surmise Michael must be what’s hidden underneath. You haven’t made up your mind by the time he asks for your order and you’re slightly taken aback at his soft voice and meeting his gentle green eyes.

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laccuna - a.i.

Infos:

It’s a short but sweet one, 0,5k words

Music recommendation for this one: 5 Seconds of Summer - Beside You (piano cover)

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Exhausted (Disabled!SOS)

Reader Insert: Male

Word count: just under 700

Rating: PG

Warnings: blood tests, medical stuff, passing out, exhaustion

Summary: When your Mono diagnosis lasts too long, you want to find out what it really is and Ashton is there every step of the way

A/N: I know this is late, but I wrote this for @skinnylukes fan project #disabledsos ! Some 5sos fans are disabled and never get to see themselves written into stuff they read and I wanted to write for that group of people. I’m so thankful that Carly put this together ! you can go read more on her blog post

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complete masterlist

a/n: hello all, this is my complete (??) collection of 5sos writing. it’s been completed over about 5 years of writing i believe so some of it is better than others….i don’t really write for them anymore i’ve transitioned to nhl writing but thought i’d throw this out there for you to enjoy:) (can you tell luke is my fave because…..wow)

^ = over 100 notes ^^ = over 500 notes ^^^ = over 1,000 notes

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2000 Followers > Prompt List

Hi my bear army, 

Thank you so much for 2000 followers, that is absolutely insane that so many of you enjoy this blog enough to follow it! I’m afraid this celebration is a little bitter-sweet, however. 

The full letter of goodbye is here, but these blurbs posted from the requests of this prompt list will be the last things I ever post on this blog. Yes, I’m afraid I am loving you and leaving you and this blog, and these prompt requests from you are my goodbye: which is probably a forever goodbye unless my passion for writing fanfic returns.

The prompts here are for every fandom I write for! That includes: 

5SOS (Luke, Ashton and Calum); Marvel (Bucky, Steve, Peter); Peaky Blinders (Finn Shelby); The Maze Runner (Newt); Actors (Timothee Chalamet, Tom Holland)

You can request for any fandom you like, with 1, 2 or 3 of the prompts from below. Tell me if you want angst, fluff or border-line smut, and I’ll do my best to write something of quality. 

I will be answering as many requests from this list as possible in my final two weeks on this blog, and on the (12th May 2020) I will no longer be active: again, information on this in my formal letter. I am so sorry if I don’t get to your request but I will do my best to complete as many of them as possible, I swear. Also, any requests currently in my inbox will be completed but no additional requests asides from those which are related to this prompt list.

Thank you and enjoy my parting gift! 

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Goodbye My Beary Army

Hi my beary army,

You have no idea how surreal this is for me to think, type and do. It breaks my heart, in a strange way, to do this but the time has come. 

I started writing fan fic when I was quite young, in July 2018 (which is insane that I’ve been writing and posting on here for that long), with 5 Seconds of Summer. I then fell down a rabbit hole of Marvel, mostly regarding Bucky Barnes then Peter Parker and eventually Steve Rogers. Throughout the two years that I’ve been on this wonderful blog, I’ve written for Peaky Blinders; The Maze Runner; 5SOS; Marvel; and, more recently, Timothee. I always found my fics an outlet for my creativity, and (though the fics were about the celebrities/characters) I used to use these people as almost fill-ins for a character: if that makes sense. This blog has helped me to find my creative way, improve my writing and review my progress in the most charming of experiences. 

I will forever be grateful for this blog and for my followers and, dare I say, fans. 

Writing fan fic used to make me so happy, but recently that feeling has been lacking. I instead feel a little strange writing fan fic, and in some ways anxious. The things I post (though I am proud of the writing themselves) don’t give me the same thrill that they used to before, and I find myself nervous, unmotivated and uneasy to write and post fan fic. 

I’m sorry, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, especially during this difficult time. 

A part of me feels that maybe I have evolved from writing fan fic, but that sounds obnoxious and self-righteous. I am not undermining fan fic writers, not at all. There are fics on here which are far better than any book I’ve ever read in my life, I swear to you, and they have all helped me improve my writing, too. But I personally used my fan fics to outlet this creative hobby I was growing, almost to trial it and see how people would react to my writing. I now feel confident enough in myself to start writing real stories filled with my own original characters completely. I now feel confident to try and become an author. 

You may be wondering why these things are mutually exclusive, and that I can understand. I can understand why this may make you feel annoyed or slightly sad, but I just don’t enjoy writing fan fic in the way I used to. I don’t want to say I’ve outgrown it because that’s a cruel, bitter and honestly untrue thing to say. Fan fic isn’t something that is determined by age, and my age isn’t the reasoning for my departure of this blog. 

So, what now? 

I will stay on this blog for a two weeks following this post, but on the 12th May 2020 I will no longer be active. I don’t think this will be a hiatus: I think it will be the end (dramatic music, sorry I just had to).

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HARRYSHEARTBREAK MASTERLIST

ok, so, i don’t currently have anything ready to post BUT i have sooooo many ideas and i wanted to go ahead and have a masterlist ready. if you have any requests, send them in!! also here’s a prompt list that i love that i’ll also be taking requests from. enjoy 🖤

*any gifs used are not mine, all credit goes to owners. all characters used in fics are fiction and not all actions / words said are things the actual people have said.

*pls don’t take my writings 🥺

Harry Styles

coming soon, stay tuned!

Calum Hood

coming soon, stay tuned!

Luke Hemmings

coming soon, stay tuned!

Ashton Irwin

coming soon, stay tuned!

Michael Clifford

coming soon, stay tuned!

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male celebrities that exude “daddy” energy

this is based off of personal opinion. feel free to form your own in response to this, i’m curious. also, these aren’t in order whatsoever.

jake gyllenhaal

literally the mean daddy

punishment of choice: ruined orgasm

reward of choice: you get to dom him sometimes

pet name of choice: pet

50% mean, 25% soft, 25% a fucking spaz

henry cavil

idk if he’s daddy or i want him to father my children tbh

punishment of choice: blindfolded

reward of choice: you get to plan a whole day out

pet name of choice: darling

25% kind, 25% strict, 50% fuckin muscle

sebastian stan

jealous daddy for sure

punishment of choice: spanking

reward of choice: you tie him up

pet name of choice: princess

25% spite, 25% loving, 25% cuddles, 25% jealous

chris evans

literally will fuck you up

punishment of choice: tied up and teased

reward of choice: whatever you want on the next round

pet name of choice: sweetheart

25% loving, 75% drives you fuckin insane

zachary levi

goofy dad or teasing daddy? i’ll never know

punishment of choice: no sex for (insert time)

reward of choice: buys you expensive things

pet name of choice: angel

50% goofball, 25% biceps, 25% power bottom

ashton irwin

i’ve had this thought since 2014 man

punishment of choice: drumsticks balanced in the palm while he teases you

reward of choice: he’d eat you out for however long you wanted

pet name of choice: dove

75% quiet dom, 25% TEASE

nick mara

iTALIAN DADDY FUCK ME UP

punishment of choice: overstimulation

reward of choice: honestly whatever you want

pet name of choice: babygirl

25% italian, 50% whipped, 25% handsy af

richard camacho

we love a dominican dom here

punishment of choice: he gets to cum, you don’t

reward of choice: the exact same roles reversed

pet name of choice: mami

50% sass, 25% spanish vocab, 25% manhandles tf outta you

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Boy

The good, bad, and the ugly of yours and Luke’s relationship over the span of one year. Based on the song Boy by WILLOW.

tw: depression, mentions of anxiety, i swear in the authors note.

word count: 1,179

(A/N) man, i fucking love writing. i feel like i’m posting too fast but i am so engrossed in writing these song blurbs. my thumbs cannot get my ideas out fast enough. also, this is more of a one shot than a blurb lol, it’s quite long. well without further ado, here’s Boy. sorry for the shitty endinggg

Hey mom, I met a boy

He plays guitar

He likes Quentin Tarantino

And really sad songs

one month.

You laid on your back and looked up at the clouds, pointing out funny shapes to your boyfriend.

“Look, Luke! That one looks like an ice cream cone.”

Luke took a break from strumming his guitar to look up. He squinted and cupped his hand to shadow the sun from his eyes. “What! That’s a tree!” He laughed.

“Well it is now! It shifted. You didn’t look fast enough.” You pouted. Luke smiled and pinched your cheek.

You and Luke had only been going out a few weeks, and you kept it totally private so far. You both wanted to focus on knowing each other, so, your most frequent dates were picnics in his backyard, and you loved it.

Luke continued strumming his guitar slowly and you frowned. “Play something happy, babe.”

“I like sad songs.”

“That’s sad.”

Luke laughed and set his guitar down so he could play with the ends of your hair that was sprawled out on the blanket.

“I just think they’re pretty, s’all.”

“They are pretty”

“You’re pretty.”

You scrunched your face up and smiled, “You’re silly.”

The two of you continued to lay in the sun while Luke ran his fingers through your hair. You talked about movies, weighted blankets, frogs, the color yellow, vinyl vs digital, and just about everything under the sun.

“I like Tarantino.” Luke said when you asked about his favorite movies.

“Ugh, you’re such a guy!”

“Well, what about you?”

“I like Tim Burton.”

“Ah, and I’m predictable.” Luke said sarcastically. You reached up and playfully shoved his cheek.

By the time the outside air started to get chilly and the sky got a little bit darker, Luke had given you a very sad, lopsided braid. He examined his work and put his fingers to his mouth and gave a big, dramatic chef’s kiss.

Anxiety attacks when he wakes up in the morning

And I can't help the thought he thinks I'm boring

five months.

Luke slowly unraveled his arms from around you, putting a pillow in his place so you wouldn’t stir. It was 7 am, and you hadn’t gotten to bed until late, the last thing Luke wanted was to disturb you. His plan failed.

“You ok, bub?” you asked, not even fully opening your eyes.

“Yeah, just a little anxious is all.”

You frowned. Luke always got anxiety in the mornings, he would only wake you up if he genuinely thought he couldn’t handle it himself.

“You want space or wanna cuddle?” You asked, sitting up to get a better look at your boyfriend. His hands were slightly shaking and his eyes were darting everywhere. He started to lean in, and you opened his arms for him and laid him down, letting himself settle almost completely on top of you. You gently stroked his back and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Tell me something. Anything.”

You told Luke about the cute boy your friend Molly has just met in a coffee shop and the cute kitten that you want so bad that you saw at PetsMart while buying dog food for Petunia. Somewhere during your terrible explanation about the TV show you’re currently watching, Luke fell back asleep.

“Am I really that boring?” You joked to yourself.

Hey mom, I met a boy

He's super sad

But I think that I love him

Is that bad?

“I don’t know what to do, Mom.” Your voice shook into the phone. “He’s so sad and I can’t help him.”

Your sweet boy struggled with seasonal depression. This was your first winter with him, and you had no idea what to do. You felt so helpless.

“Just be there, sweetheart, there’s not much you can do.”

“I think I love him, Mom.”

“Tell him that!” She exclaimed. “Give him a little serotonin boost.”

That night when the two of you settled into bed, you held a teary Luke to your chest as he cried. You didn’t say anything, just kissed the nape of his neck and pulled him a little closer every few minutes.

“I love you, Lu.” You whispered against his hair once he had calmed down and his breathing was normal again.

He didn’t respond.

Anxiety attacks when I wake up in the morning

Dude, how come? This is wack

Is love just torment?

But they say life has a silver lining

And I say I will find it my way

six months.

You woke up with anxiety. You would’ve laughed at the irony of Luke still sleeping and you waking up with anxiety of it wasn’t so dark. You sat up in bed, not having energy to actually get out of it, and just watched Luke. You had barely spoken to him since he didn’t tell you he loved you too, you just held him at night. Is this what love was? Torment? You huffed louder than you meant to, your hand flying to cover your mouth. Luke stirred and looked up at you.

“Anxiety?” He asked.

You just nodded.

He lifted his arm, inviting you to cuddle into him, which you accepted.

“I love you too, (Y/N). I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“That it took me so long to say it back.”

You just smiled and scooched closer to him. Feeling his heart beat in his chest.

“Winter’s a dark cloud.” You mumbled.

“But, you’re my silver lining.” Luke said before kissing the top of your head.

'Cause down on Earth there's so much pain

And way up here there's galaxies

one year.

“Babyyyy, run faster!” Luke whined as he waited for you at the top of the hill.

“Luke, if a crazy person jumps out from behind one of these trees and kills me I’m gonna kill you!” You yelled

“If you run faster then we both live!” He yelled back.

Luke had somehow convinced you to scale this hill with him in the middle of the night to “look at the stars”. A little bit more than half way and Luke decided to run the rest of the way, but you were fresh out of steam.

“FINE!”

You ran as fast as you could and tried not to think about the burn in your calves or the dryness in your mouth. Luke immediately picked you up bridal style once you made it.

“Welcome!” He said, smiling.

Luke laid out a blanket and plopped down, spreading his legs apart and gesturing for you to sit in between them. Which you did, you leaned against his chest and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You looked out at the city full of lights, spotting a couple police and ambulance sirens.

“There’s so much pain down there.” You said sadly.

Luke hummed. He stood up and held his hand out for you, you took it and he pulled you up.

“But up here,” He pulled you in to dance with him. “We can explore galaxies.” You two swayed back and forth.

“Or at least pretend to.”

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“THE COFFEE HAS KICKED IN!!”

ashton looks like he’s vibing at a club-

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I’m not gonna lie, this one will bum u out. I don’t rly know what came over me sos guys I promise some fluff will come to balance this out. Done for: @simplydreamingforthestars​

23. “I’m a little sick right now but I swear, when I’m ready I will fly us out of here.” - Cavetown, This is Home w Ashton

(TRIGGER) WARNING (spoilers but it’s necessary): cancer and death 

Ashton wanted to look at you. He liked to look at you, in honesty. It was like admiring some painting, something large with small details which appeared from time to time, some place new, providing the same jostle of joy that came every time the painting was glanced over. He was sure that if someone where to paint you then they’d run out of paints. It was hard to explain but you were too colourful. To capture your beauty, your mind, your charisma, your genuine care: no canvas could hold such perfection. He had this theory, which he pondered over as he entered the lift (flowers in hand), that if you were to gather your brain and press it out flat - in the most un-grotesque manner as possible - then it would leak out lilies and roses and petals and vines. The colours would explode over the paper, leaves floating away and roots reaching out to explore. It would be this blast of brightness, the type that makes you squint when you look at it. Simply, it would be far too magnificent to see with the naked eye: becoming something of an eclipse to admire. 

Ashton wanted to look at you. But, recently, it was hard to. 

The alcoholic stench of hand sanitiser on his palms, soaking into his skin and bleaching his soft flesh. He could then enter, the door opened by the woman who he often saw - she held this tight lipped smile and the stark blue of her uniform was oddly deterring - and there you were. 

Without meaning to, he glanced down at his feet. 

Your head turned, most likely at the sound of the door, and offered some smile, which he caught last minute as he finally braved to face you. The skin that was once a dozen shades, of chocolate and maroon and hazelnut spread, was now simply…faded. You had faded. It was all paler, down to the pink-rouge of your lips and the iris of your deep, passionate eyes. The turban wrapped around you head was pale peach, no flowery designs or sparkly embroidery today. Though the eye lashes were enticing, they were attached via glue and much too extravagant for Ashton: though he’d never admit. He liked your beauty, which you hadn’t lost - oh God, no, you hadn’t lost it - but you had been robbed of. 

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Another random thought.....

It’s weird where people are comfortable in their homes. I just realized this is like the third quarantine interview that I’ve seen Ashton sitting in front of his fridge like... that’s really your most comfortable spot to do a video Bro? 😂 Also random side note did anyone else see Roy go behind Cal and kinda wave in the Aussie slang video? Lol I really love him 😂

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You want a 5SOS SHIP?

I am offering for a short period of time 5sos ships to revive a lost trend I’m not seeing much of anymore. If you want a ship please include the following in an ask:

A short description of yourself

Claim a song from CALM

Tell me a hobby I should pick up during quarantine

In your ship I will include:

A gif of the boy I ship you with

A short description of why you are perfect for each other

A song I feel represents your relationship

If you’re interested please also give this a like or reboot to spread the word so I can offer this to as much of the fandom as possible because I enjoyed when I last done this for people.

Can’t wait to hear back from you guys!

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Six feet apart

“You really wanna hear all the boring parts of how it gets put together?”

“Yeah, anytime you offered to have my come hang out with you guys at the studio I never can, so why not? Show me now.”

“Alright yeah, let’s go to my room.”

You followed Calum to his room. Kicked off your shoes and climbed into his bed sitting patiently. The soft white hoodie contrasted against his tan skin was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. He was your friend. The two of you had met at some party years back and realized that you live in the same neighborhood.

“Does this county as social distancing?”

“We’re close to six feet apart.”

“I’m stuck in the apartment alone cause my roommate wanted to stay with her boyfriend. You know I hate being alone.”

“You can’t stay alone, come stay here. You can keep me company.”

“I don’t wanna be a bother Cal.”

“It’s not a bother. I’m lonely anyway.”

“I’ll think about it.”

He flashed you his beautiful smile and started telling you about all the breakdowns of the new single.

“Yeah, and that’s basically it.”

“You do this all day?”

Not all day, well sometimes yeah. Why? Did I bore you?”

“What? No! not at all!”

“You have a face.”

“No, Cal. I just- ugh okay... It’s just you’re so smart and crazy talented. And the way you light up when you talk about all this it just makes me wanna smother you in kisses.”

“I’d be okay with that.”

“You would?”

You completely stilled as Calum stood from his desk chair and made his way to sit next to you on his bed. He reached up pushing back the strands of hair that had fallen from your bun.

“Kiss away.”

You leaned in slowly kissing his cheek softly.

Calum laughed quietly as you kissed his other cheek and then his nose and birthmarks under his lips. You could tell he was holding his breath the closer you got to his mouth and his eyes were closed.

“Cal?”

“Yeah.”

“You can open your eyes Bubba.”

He reached up cupping your face in his hands as he leaned forward kissing your lips softly before pulling back. He rubbed his nose on yours giving you Eskimo kisses before pecking your lips and forehead.

“Kiss me more?”

“Yeah? Think we’re fucking up this social distancing thing.”

“After this we can go back to being six feet apart.”

His lips were back on yours in seconds. You could feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip which caused you to moan. He slowly leaned you back onto his bed and adjusted himself to lay over you. You felt his hand trail up from your hip to under your shirt. He rested his hand on the side of your ribs as he broke away and started to leave wet open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck.

“God, really wanna taste you right now. Can I?”

“I- um.”

“You can say no.”

“No, no it’s not that it’s just-“

“What is it? Talk to me.”

“I’ve never let anyone do that before.”

“Why?”

“I don't know, I just didn’t.”

“Okay. It’s okay. We don’t have to doll.”

“I want to, I want you to. Please.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! Yes please.”

“Alright, don’t have to beg baby.”

“Cal!”

“I’m just kidding.”

He went back to kissing your stomach his hands massaging at your thighs before they ghosted over you causing you to shiver. He popped the button on your pants and slid them and your underwear down your legs without take his eyes off you.

He leaned down kissing your calf and then smiled at you. You squeezed your eyes shut. This was a dream, your dream. Calum was a friend sure, but you weren’t stupid. You’d heard the rumors, seen the way he made it obvious. He lived for this and now after years of imagining him between your thighs, he actually was.You were ripped from your thoughts and you let out a louder moan then you’d hoped when he took a long lick. The warmth of his tongue shocked you, but nothing could have prepared you for the pleasure that took over your body. Your hands flew into his hair, at this moment you were more then happy he’d grown it back. You could feel him moan against you, so you squeezed harder.

“Fuck Cal-“

He could tell you were close already, he was trying not to be distracted by your cries. He wanted to stop and really edge you on, but he didn’t have it in him. He just wanted you to keep screaming his name. The next thing you felt was nothing like anything you’d ever had. Pure bliss, your back arched off the bed as your thighs squeezed around him and he continued to work you through the best orgasm of your life. You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking or stop your breath from being uneven. He gently pulled away and kissed back up your stomach slowly watching you keep your eyes shut tightly.

“Can you look at me doll?”

You swallowed heavily before opening your eyes and being met by his gorgeous brown ones.

“You okay? Was that okay?”

“More then okay. Life changing.”

Calum let out a breathy laugh before leaning down kissing you softly.

“Glad you let me do that.”

“I should be thanking you. Can I- um can I return the favor?”

“Are you kidding? Of course you can.”

He kissed your lips as you crawled into his lap kissing him. Your hand slid down into his shorts. Calum’s head fell back on to the bed as you gently ran your hand over his length. You shimmied down his body and pulled his basket ball shorts down as he threw off his hoodie. He reached up grabbing the hem of your shirt as well and threw it onto the floor. He leaned back and closed his eyes the second he felt your mouth touch him.

You could feel the slight shake in his hand when he reached down caressing you’re cheek with his thumb.

“Ahh fuck, just like that doll. Holy shit.”

He made the mistake of opening his eyes to look at you. Your eyes were on him as you bobbed your head up and down his length. How anyone could look so sweet and beautiful while being so sinful was beyond him. He just knew in that moment he wanted to kiss you more then he wanted the pleasure he was deriving from your mouth. He sat up, and reached down pulling you up on top of him as he laid back down.

“Cal what-”

His lips were on yours as his arms came around your back. He had you pulled flush against him as he kissed you over and over again. He flipped you gently on your back and pulled your legs around his hips as he pushed into you slowly. His chest was trembling and his breath heavy as he laid his forehead to yours. You pulled your arms around him slowly rubbing at his back and head as he started to move slowly. No words were exchanged, just the heavy breathes and wet kisses he left against your skin.

“I’m sorry, I just need you. Wanted you so badly.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay this is good too.”

He continued his slow thrusts into you until your nails dragged down his back as you sighed his name in complete bliss, he finished minutes after you. His teeth grazing the skin of your shoulder. He held your body close before he rolled onto his side pulling you with him.

“Do we need to- to talk about this, what it means?”

“No, I know what I want. How about you?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

“I will say one thing. We really fucked up this social distancing thing.”