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wendystales · 3 years

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Sixteen)

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Chapter Fifteen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Seventeen

Luke pov.

“Do it again.” Ashton asks, staring at me intently.

We were about to leave my house for my surprise party, which I discovered in less than an hour. I was rehearsing a face of surprise so as not to end the surprise, cause I know everyone worked hard for it.

I widen my eyes, breaking into a smile.

“I can't believe you deceived me.” I say with my voice altered by the ‘surprise’.

“Don't say that, it will be very obvious that you know. Says ‘I can't believe you threw a party for me’.” he suggests.

"I can't believe you threw a party for me." I redo the entire acting.

“Yep! Me either. But what doesn't M&Ms ask, that I don't do?” Ash dries the water bottle with a shrug. “I'm just kidding.” he laughs after seeing my face.

“Speaking of her…” I fill my glass with some more wine, since it's too early for us to go. “Something new?” Ashton denies, frustrated too.

“I commented that she was acting weird, but she just changed the conversation and said that she's been busy and that she was nervous about the party.” he sighs. I massage my forehead, annoyed.

"Am I going to have to put her against the wall to get something?" I look at him, not knowing what to do.

“You know this isn't going to work. She's going to run away, you're going to fight, she's going to walk away and you're going to be more annoying than you already are.” I appreciate my friend's attempt to change the mood with provocation, but it has no effect.

"I can't find any reason to give me any sign of what's going on. Was it my fault? I knew I shouldn't have stayed with her that Saturday, I pushed the situation too hard and now she's pulling away, avoiding me-”

“Oh shut up! Don't even start with that.” Irwin raises his voice, cutting mine off. "Marnie isn't like that, she doesn’t do these things. If she wasn't comfortable she was going to talk. You said yourself that she asked you to sleep there. She let you pick her up on Monday and asked you to take her home, even after you dedicated Best Years to her. She didn't run away there, because it was remarkable how much she liked the song. You should pay more attention to the way she looks at you.”

A silly laugh escapes my lips when I see Ashton imitate her looking at me and smiling. My heart warms at the possibility that she is actually falling in love with me, just as I already am with her.

"Luke, if she didn't want to get back together, she wouldn't open up so many gaps and opportunities for you to be together. She must just be confused about the feelings. That's how it looked for the first time. Look, let's analyze her behavior today, after all the stress of the party and then we get stressed.”

I agree with my friend. I'm freaking out over something that shouldn't be very important. Maybe it's all the pressure with finishing the album. The release date is approaching and sure enough, Jim freaking out in my ear for the publicity trip we were supposed to be doing, but we're still going against it due to Marnie's accident.

I don't know how many times I have to tell him I'm not leaving LA yet. This delay wasn't hindering anything, so I don't know why he makes such a point.

“Go, get rid of that dead face and let's enjoy your party.” Ash slaps my shoulder.

We left the house, heading to Jack's house, where the party would be. I've been training my face the entire way, wanting it to be as realistic as possible, even though everyone already suspects that I know.

Even if I didn't know it, the moment I see the street full of cars, I realize that I would find out there. Irwin tells them we're coming and I notice the noise of the music fade away. Discreet.

We entered the house, finding everything quiet and tidy. But when we turn to the kitchen and garden, a lot of people scream in surprise. I take a step back, like I'm really shocked.

"I can't believe you did that." I look at Ash, wanting to see that I did well. But his expression ‘so so’ disappoints me.

“In the car it was better.” he says before walking away and letting people get closer.

I don't know how many people I hugged, but I know the only one I wanted to see was the last one to arrive. I hold my breath, seeing her in a black leather skirt and a transparent black blouse, highlighting her tattoo between her breasts.

I swallow hard, cracking a nervous smile as she approaches with a huge grin, almost jumping into my lap. Unlike yesterday, where I just got a congratulations message, M&Ms hug me, leaving a lingering kiss on my cheek.

“Happy Birthday!” the gleam in her eyes proves to me she's already a little high.

I resist the urge to steal a kiss from her lips, just kissing her cheek back but giving her waist a squeeze, pressing her against my body. She seems to notice my intent, drastically changing her breathing.

"I wanted to talk to you later. If possible.” I say against her ear.

“About?” her eyes sweep me for any clues.

“Surprise.” I reveal, seeing her roll her eyes in agreement.

I watch her walk away with the girls, but she doesn't fully break eye contact with me, looking at me from afar. I let out a breath, realizing it's going to be a long night and another long battle to resist her and the urge to take her to a dark corner.

In the kitchen, where most of the drinks are, I start my work, drinking the alcohol, enjoying the burning sensation that the liquid leaves in my throat. I get distracted with video game conversation and allow my mind to relax with lighter, more relaxed topics.

The party had been going on for a few hours. My head is already light, due to the high alcohol content my body retains. I know I'm laughing at some bullshit Brian is talking about, even though his words don't make any sense in my mind. Maybe I've already had too much to drink and it's better to stop for a while. I don't want to be sick at my own party.

The term vibrates in my mind and I start searching the crowd for the cotton candy hair, worried about her condition. The feeling pulls my head out of the air, sobering me up for a few minutes.

I find her dancing hand in hand with Noah, laughing at the older man's exaggerated steps. I stare at the scene, happy that she is enjoying herself. Unlike at the beginning of the week, Marnie is now upbeat and not acting. Maybe Irwin is right and she was just stressed about the birthday party.

I push my thoughts away, concentrating on yet another beer pong game. I've played more times than I could count and I'm starting to doubt the two arms Jack has won since my last drink.

“Problems.” Michael sings beside me, pointing to the door. Pam walked in smiling excitedly, holding hands with a guy who sure as hell didn't want to be there. It's not possible…

Sobriety hits me like a cannon. All the alcohol and smoke that was in my body is gone and I am able to think clearly for the first time since I arrived.

I massage my forehead, bringing my gaze to Marnie, who's already staring at Pam without a specific expression. I cross the room with incredible ease, reaching for her, hugging her waist, pulling her to me.

“We can talk now?” Marnie didn't even seem to hear me, still staring at Pam, who was greeting some people. "M&Ms?" I call closer to her ear, but no effect. “Hey!” I drop a kiss to her temple, squeezing her waist.

Her green eyes cross mine and I can palpate the insecurity in them. Marnie just nodded, letting me lead her out of the room. We went up to a room, being alone. I look at her face, still half lost, and I approach slowly, feeling that little box weigh tons in my pocket.

“What do you want to talk about?” she gives a slight smile, turning her full attention to me.

“First I wanted to apologize for Pam. I didn't know what she was going to come.” Marnie rolls her eyes, shrugging.

“It’s OK! No need to apologize. My head is so full I don't even care about her anymore.” she sits up in bed, crossing her legs.

“And I believe she won't even mind us today, after all, she came with someone” I sat beside her.

“Yeah! Poor guy.” I let out a laugh at her pity for the poor boy. “It was just that?”

I lose myself in her eyes for a few seconds, wondering if that's all. I draw her face in my mind once more, recording every feature I fell in love with. My lips tingle as I landed my eyes on her mouth, slightly reddened by the drink.

At another time, right now she and I would be locked in some bathroom or bedroom, succumbing to desire and the alcohol in our blood. My fingertips ache amidst the memories of all the times I have run across her skin, feeling it burn under my touch.

My mind starts to cloud and the flashes of the two of us become more and more vivid. I try to push those thoughts away, but they seem to sink into my mind with force. My body heats up with every scene my mind plays. I feel the blood running the wrong way and I don't know how to stop it.

"Luke?" I'm startled by your touch on my hand. Marnie was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Are you okay?” I watch her hand squeeze mine, like she always did when I was angry or upset.

And just with that touch, everything stops inside me. The fire is gone and now I'm seized by a gigantic pain and rage in my chest, a rage for her being ripped from me so abruptly. I stare at her fingers moving gently, transmitting a caress throughout my body.

"Luke?" now she was looking at me extremely worried.

“Sorry. I think the drink hit.” I open a smile, trying to calm her down. M&Ms don't seem to buy much, but she smiles smugly.

“I already told you you're drinking a lot. In a little while you'll be passed out and won't even enjoy your own birthday party.” my smile widens in the midst of her care. "Don't give me that smile." she pushes my face away. "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

“No!” this time I answer faster. “Actually, I wanted to give you something.” I fish the little white box in my pocket, feeling my fingers as soft as jelly. What if she doesn't like it? What if she gets angry?

“You know it's your birthday, right? You're the one who should get presents, not give. Especially for me.” she looks at me angrily, not wanting to accept the box.

"Well, it's my birthday and I'll do what I want, in which case I give it to you." I place the object in her hands. “I wanted to wait until your birthday, but it's still far away and I can't take it.” I lift my shoulders quickly, making her laugh.

Taking advantage of the fact that she was involved with the present, slowly, I move closer to her body, contenting myself with the least contact we have. I notice Marnie hold her breath at the sight of the blue quartz necklace, just like the one she had.

With no more reaction than that, I start to convince myself that I've fucked up and she hated it. It wasn't the time yet, as much as everything was going well, it wasn't the time yet.

“I can't believe you did this.” her voice comes out in a breath in surprise. I let my mind race to our first Christmas, where she gave me my necklace and I gave that star to her.

“If you don't like it…” my voice trails off as I see her eyes watery and filled with joy. It was the right time.

I'm not afraid to advance towards her, covering your lips with mine in a short kiss. The cherry taste becomes my favorite for the rest of the night. Marnie wipes her tears as she calls herself pathetic for crying.

"I know we used it as a dating ring, but it doesn't have to be-”

"Could you put it on for me?" she interrupts me, not caring about my fear. With my hands still trembling and cold, I close the necklace around her neck, enjoying the scene of her smiling enchanted by that stone. “Thanks!”

This time it is she who steps forward, stealing a kiss. The mood changes drastically. The screams outside seem to die in my ears, leaving only silence. The music that used to burst had ceased to exist.

That little kiss breaks, but she doesn't pull away, keeping her forehead still glued to mine. I'm startled when her eyes return to mine, I can see her perfectly there, in front of me, in my arms. I recognize that glow, that look and what it wanted to convey.

It was her there. The reason I get up every morning. The reason that makes me want to be better and better. The person I always want to impress. My girl. My Marnie.

I bring my hand to the back of her neck, bringing our lips together once more. I feel goose bumps as our tongues touch and her hand cups my face, holding me there. If she knew the last thing I want is to run away…

I'm surprised I feel despair on her side. The urgency on her lips. The need for the touch of her hands, the way they ran through my hair, the back of my neck and chest.

Easily, I pull her onto my lap, moaning, feeling her body against mine after so long. The fire that had previously ceased inside me, runs again through my veins, making everything too cloudy. I can't reason whether this was right or not. We both drink too much. She still hasn't given me full openness to so much attitude, even though she's still here, kissing me.

I try for a few minutes to clear my mind, to be a little rational and not get carried away by emotion, but the sound her mouth makes when I touch her neck with my lips ruins whatever train of thought I was building.

I touch the exact spots that make her moan and scramble for more friction. I watch thirstily as her eyes roll back and her lip is bitten in an attempt to control the moans. Her nails scratch the back of my neck, releasing an electric current that migrates between my legs.

I gasp when I feel her rub against my groin, spreading a current throughout my body. I want to beg her to do it again, but it's not really necessary, she knows and she does. So excruciating, but so good. Again I am startled to find that glow that I knew so much. I wonder where this Marnie was all along.

I shove my hand inside her shirt, enjoying her burning skin. I stroke the spot below her bra with my thumb, wanting not to frighten her. I suck the skin under her ear, lapping it with my tongue. My body combusts as she stirs and presses her crotch harder against mine. I cup her breast with enjoyment, hearing her call my name the way I liked it best.

Her desperate hands run inside my jacket, wanting to throw it away. I was ready to help when a heavy knock on the door disrupts our moment.

"What the fuck is it?" anger rips up my throat, causing a very angry scream. So much time to interrupt.

"It's time to cut the cake." I hear Calum's voice and feel like throwing him from the second floor.

“Serious? Stick the cake in your-” two small hands cover my mouth, preventing me from continuing.

“We're on our way, Cal.” Marnie yells louder and breathless.

I watch your body soften, lost and, I fear, even regretful. She is no longer there. She avoids looking at me, perhaps out of shame.

“It was better this way.” her sweet voice comes closer to a whisper.

“Was?” I stare at her, not wanting to accept that I was the only one to feel it. I know I wasn't, because her expression tells me I'm right.

“Was! You know it was.” her tone is still sweet, but her gaze is hard. "I think we'd better go downstairs." she gets up carefully, getting out of bed. I throw my head against my hands, visibly frustrated.

"Go ahead, I need to get both heads in place." I throw my body against the mattress.

“Sorry, Luke.” I can't stand her feeling guilty when she's the biggest victim of all this.

"M&Ms?" I leap out of bed, grabbing her before disappearing through the door. “It's not your fault. I'm the one who lost control, I'm sorry. You didn't give me the opening to attack you like that and I let myself go…” her lips silence me.

“It wasn't anyone's fault, can we do that?” I nod, stealing the last kiss before I let her go. "I'll wait for you downstairs." she announce.

I turn around, heading back to bed, still feeling frustration coursing through my veins.

“Hey!” I turn to see her there, standing in the doorway. My chest races with yearning from the many times I've seen her do the same scene. My ears and heart ache wanting to hear those words that always came next. Those three words that were so beautiful in her mouth. “Thanks for this.” she smiles and leaves.

I stare at the wood, snapping back to reality. I'm such an idiot for thinking she was going to say she loves me. I hide my face, exhausted. I look across the bed, able to see the two of us there, so given to each other.

I replay the scene in my head, tasting her kiss on my lips. Feeling my body tingle, still wanting her touch. The pressure on my pants becomes bigger and more uncomfortable. I need to make this go away. I scramble my mind for many things to calm myself down, but I can't. I can still feel her hands running around the back of my neck and her groin against mine.

"Shit!" I give up, going to the bathroom and locking myself in there. I don't care if I'm late, or what they think. I won't be able to eliminate this with thoughts alone.

I lower my pants and underwear, releasing my already throbbing member. I run my hand over it, making my body vibrate in relief. I let my mind flood with all thoughts and memories with her, feeling my body inflate further.

I increase my speed, being able to feel her touch through my body. I punch the wall, feeling my stomach contract. I rest my forehead against the cool coating, letting out several sighs. Her eyes flash in my mind.

The many times I've seen her face twist in pure orgasm under my touch. That smirk and that vulgar glow she always lets off before pulling me aside. And I always did, like a puppy.

My breathing gets out of control as I reach my orgasm. A wave of relief and lightness overcomes me, along with a wave of guilt. It must have been the 15th time since it all happened.

I can't have her. I can't stand the idea of looking for someone else, even though we are not officially together, so I have to get by with baths and my bare hands, but as a result I feel like the dirtiest human being, as she doesn't even suspect.

I walk down the stairs, not attracting any attention. I find her sitting on the couch, on Leah's lap, laughing at some imitation Ashton was doing. I approach the group, who make no fuss about my delay.

I pick up the bottle of white wine on the coffee table, flipping half the contents. I feel her green eyes burn on me and I don't even have the courage to reciprocate by ignoring her.

“Is everything OK? Sorry if I messed something up.” Hood says next.

“It's OK! In fact, it was better, if you didn't show up, we would have done something stupid.” I say dry.

"Is that why this sour face?" he raises an eyebrow.

"I'm feeling awful for almost bringing her to this and not having the conscience to stop." I reveal a part of the guilt that burns in me.

“Luke, you are not complete strangers. And maybe she really wanted to go further, she just didn't know how. After all, at that moment she was supposed to be your f-”

"I know!" I cut it off, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.

For my salvation, someone starts to sing happy birthday and the matter is closed. I open a smile disguising the shit my head was on. Michael puts a little purple hat on my head, blowing a plastic horn, very excited.

The scene makes me laugh, relieving the stress. I watch Leah and Kyleen swing colorful pom poms behind Marnie, who is holding a small cake with several candles.

I look deep into her eyes, noticing her happiness to be there and somehow mine too. After all, she's here, even if she doesn't remember much, she's still here. The accident could have been a lot worse and I could have lost her forever.

I push the damn thoughts away, blowing out the candles and driving everyone crazy. I'm surprised when Marnie leans in, stealing a kiss, not caring that she's in front of everyone. Her rosy cheeks manage to steal a smile far bigger than Michael did.

In the back of the room, I notice Pam with her arms crossed and sulking. I don't know if Marnie did it on purpose, intent on teasing, but something she did, and if Pam is pissed off, we're happy.

The clock was already showing around 5:00 in the morning. I've already fluctuated my alcohol level more times than I can count. While the boys filled me with rum, M&Ms filled me with water and food, afraid I would go into an alcoholic coma or whatever. Of course I took advantage of her concern and all the attention she was giving me.

At some point during the party, Michael took over the DJ's table and there we were, jumping up behind him, singing I Want It That Way at the top of our lungs, with the lost girls trying to do the choreography. That was definitely the best thing about the party, right after my moment with Marnie in the bedroom.

Right after his moment commanding the party's playlist, Clifford decided to climb on the roof to jump into the pool. Something that was already taking a while to happen. What he and no one expected was Marnie yelling at him, worried.

“It's comical, because if it weren't for the amnesia and the lack of alcohol, she would be the one on the roof.” Irwin comments lying beside me, watching the scene of her yelling at Michael, asking him to come down.

“And we called the fire department because she got stuck again.” I shake my head, wanting not to laugh at the memories. “Good times.” I'm toasting my friend, still watching her worriedly behind the older one.

Sitting in the garden, talking to some friends, I watch the girl laughing in a circle with Noah and Calum. She gets up, walking into the house, returning in a few minutes. I watch her come around, stopping behind me.

“Now the one who needs to talk is me.” she whispers in my ear. I don't think twice about taking your hand and heading out of the wheel chat.

I can see a large package in her hands and the idea of being my gift makes me anxious. A little farther away from the mess that remained, she hands me the black box with a gold bow on top. Before opening it, I take a look at her excited smile, letting out a laugh.

I find five rings and three necklaces arranged around the box. I can't hold back the smile, seeing what she's chosen. I know I might look like an idiot for some jewelry, but it's amazing jewelry she picked out.

“You liked?” she bites her lower lip, curious.

“I loved!” I hug your body, thanking her. I know she has no intentions other than to give me a birthday present, but of course I will wear these rings and necklaces with more affection than usual. “Thanks.” I mean, still ecstatic.

Hand in hand, we approached the crowd again, bumping into Kiki, Sophie and Michael.

“We were thinking about going to Michael's house. The party is already boring and I'm hungry.” Kiki comments. I look a little offended at her, after all, that was my birthday party. “Oh! Nothing personal.” she laughs, slapping me on the shoulder.

“What do you think?” I ask the M&Ms, who shrug their shoulders. "Have you talked to the rest?"

“Leah was going to call Noah and Ash, we were going to rescue Calum.”

“OK! We'll get our stuff and meet you at the door.” Marnie agrees and so we disperse.

Still holding hands, we walked back upstairs, looking for her bag. In the kitchen, I grab a bottle of vodka, a tequila, and a whiskey, trying to put everything in my bag, but it doesn't quite work.

“We should take advantage of the gathering and have your liver funeral.” I turn to Marnie who glares at me, seeing three bottles in my arm and me struggling to open one of beer.

Easily, we made our way to the front door, finding Kiki and Sophie. Gradually, everyone arrived and so we left the party, without saying goodbye to anyone.

“Uh, tequila?” Hood comes towards me, hugging the bottle.

Michael's house was the closest and, having drunk too much, we thought we'd better walk.

On the way, we stopped at a bakery, buying a bunch of things to eat. The day was already showing signs of life when we arrived at Mike's house. At the dinner table, we spread out the stolen drinks and food, starting our round table, as well as picking up several board games that Michael kept.

“I wanted to propose a toast to Mr. Luke Hemmings.” Noah draws the toast, making everyone raise their glasses and bottles. “One of the few people worth meeting in this hellish city where you can't trust anyone. The other people are unfortunately not present…”

A shower of paper balls and food flies towards the 20 minutes older twin. I'm surprised when I watch Marnie leave my arms, standing up.

“I also wanted to give a speech.”

“You didn't have to, babe.” I say, shaking her hand that still had our fingers intertwined.

“It's not about you.” she sticks out her tongue, causing everyone to scream.

“Ouch!” I put my hand to my chest, accepting the blow and still feeling my heart race.

“Shut up.” she screams, laughing. “Well, I wanted to make this toast in thanks to all of you. I know it's been three years of friendship, but for me it's only been a month and even with all the confusion and breakup.” her fingers squeeze mine and I move them, giving them a light caress. “You still took me in and took great care of me. I am eternally grateful for that. Leah doesn't even start crying, I need to get this over with and if I cry it's going to go wrong.” the mood breaks a little with the laughter. “Bottom line, I just want to say that whatever the future holds, I like you all a lot and that this isn't just a bunch of crazy friendship the universe threw at me, it's the family I've been looking for. As Noah said, you're the few people worth living in this hell of a city and I love you all so much. Cheers!”

Everyone raises their glasses once more, toasting her speech. I cross my gaze with Leah, who has also noticed something odd. She still hadn't commented on Monday's episode and I still had it hanging around in my mind.

It was very visible that something was troubling her. Her eyes wandering lost, her disappearance since Monday until today, claiming to be super busy and out of time. Everyone was sensing that something was wrong, but she wouldn't let go or comment on it.

“Especially you.” I focus my attention on her, who settles back into my arms. “Regardless of our future, I like you very much.” she whispers, before pressing her lips to mine. “Please never forget that. Promise?”

I get lost in her eyes, noticing a hint of fear and pain in them. It's horrible to see her like this and not know what to do. For nothing in this world I want her to feel unprotected or alone, she said herself that we are a family, so she wouldn't have to face anything alone.

“Only if you promise me you'll tell me what's going on.” I play hard, not caring if this becomes an issue between us, or if it pushes her away a little.

“Luke…” my name comes out in a painful sigh.

"Marnie." I say her name harshly, wanting her to understand that I won't change my mind.

“I'll tell. Just not today. Today is your day and that's what matters to me. So please let's enjoy?” she begs. As always, I surrender, nodding. I drop a kiss to her forehead, before pulling her to my chest again.

Hastings still looks at me suspiciously and unfortunately I only have reason to agree with her. Something was up with Marnie and she didn't want to tell us.

A minute of silence, our baby is turning 25 today and I am not knowing how to handle it.

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kindahoping4forever · 4 years

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I Love You, Ain’t That The Worst Thing You Ever Heard? // Ashton Irwin

This started out loosely based on a dream I had (🤡) and spun into something a lot more complex and interesting. I’ve been working on this on and off for months (bless @cal-puddies who I’m sure is glad she won’t have to hear about this anymore lol); it was actually one of the first things I tried writing on my own (I just couldn’t get this concept out of my head) and as my writing evolved, I had to keep going back to retool and make sure the story did too. Hopefully you’ll think it was worth the effort!

Warnings: FWB-but possibly more-!Ash, slight jealousy/angst but it’s mostly internal, dummies who don’t realize that they’re in love, an absurd amount of smut but it’s justified because there’s an emotional narrative to it (really), moments of Dom!Ash, oral/manual stimulation of a female, overstimulation, spanking, cumplay, (and yet also) protected sex, no for real there is so much smut you guys I think that’s a comprehensive list of warnings but I’m not sure

Word Count: 5858

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“If you’re not ready in 15 minutes, I’m going without you,” Ashton declares.

“Cool but it’s my friends we’re having dinner with, so that might be controversial,” you point out, nudging his elbows off your vanity so you can open the drawer in front of where he’s sitting.

“Oh, they like me better than you, it won’t be a problem,” he teases, handing you the beauty blender you were looking for.

You snatch it from his hand. “Dude, you literally weren’t even invited, you just asked if I was busy and said ‘oh that could be fun’ when I told you what I had planned.”

“I feel like my presence was assumed when they asked you,” he shrugs.

You toss the sponge at him and he laughs as you shoo him out of the room so you can finish putting yourself together.

You and Ashton have been together for a few months, although neither of you have ever tried to discuss what “together” actually means. Your relationship seemed to be an endless string of implications. When you met, it was implied you liked each other. When you made out at a party a few weeks later, it was implied it was as friends. When you started sleeping together, it was implied it was casual. In your mind, you were something more than “friends with benefits” but still something less than a full-on relationship.

He puts a record on and has just crossed into the kitchen to help himself to a bottled water from your fridge when he notices a vase of flowers on the counter that he definitely didn’t send you.

“Fancy flowers,” he comments. “Who sent them?” He asks, despite immediately checking the card and seeing the message “Thanks for last weekend, let’s do it again sometime ;)” alongside what seems to be a masculine name.

You’re rooting around in your closet, trying to find the top you had planned on wearing while your mind is focused on your mental checklist of everything you still have left to do before you leave; it takes a good 15 seconds for it to register that Ash has even said anything and another 10 before you distractedly call out “a friend” in response.

Ashton sits on your couch and while his hands are turning the pages of some random magazine he found on your coffee table, his eyes are fixed on the bouquet he can still see sitting on the kitchen counter. You’ve never discussed exclusivity, he would have no right to be jealous. But he can’t deny the panic that ran through his body when he saw that card and he can’t keep his mind from racing now.

He thinks he’d almost feel better if he’d found evidence you were fucking someone else; he hates the thought of someone else touching you but he’s also confident that they couldn’t possibly make you feel the way he does in bed. He’s not worried about the sex. But flowers? That implies romance, implies thoughtfulness and intimacy, which are things he wouldn’t blame you for seeking elsewhere. He knows he hasn’t been offering that to you in the ways he could, in the ways you probably deserve.

He tortures himself with these thoughts a bit longer and then props himself in the doorway of your bedroom to check on your progress.

“Oh you’re still here? You were so quiet out there I figured you made good on your threat and you were already at the restaurant ordering apps without me,” you tease, pulling on your boots.

Ash gives a half-hearted chuckle in response. “You look nice,” he compliments you quietly.

You flash him a pleasant but puzzled smile; something’s off with him, you don’t think he’s ever said you look “nice” as long as you’ve known him and he never passes up a chance to banter with you.

He makes small talk but you notice the way his fingers are fiddling with the label of his water bottle and how his eyes hesitate to look for yours. By the time you’re ready, he’s nonchalantly mentioned the flowers three times and asked you to a party next weekend, when he usually never plans that far in advance.

You pause gathering your things as you realize what’s happening. He's fucking jealous, you amusedly think to yourself. Part of you wants to tease him about it but there’s an underlying sense of nervousness to it that’s almost sweet. How could something as innocuous as a vase of flowers shake this man’s seemingly endless confidence?

"I wasn't trying to be vague before," you tell him. “I helped someone move last weekend; only a couple people showed up to help, it was pretty intense. That’s what the flowers are for.”

“Let’s do it again sometime, winky face?” He raises his eyebrows, casually drinking from his water bottle to show how unbothered he is.

You make a face. “I should’ve figured you’d read the card,” you tease. “I joked that the move was so brutal I’d sooner buy him the apartment than help again when the lease is up.” To punctuate your story, you walk over, peck him on the lips and affectionately straighten his shirt collar. “I don't know what you're thinking but I can tell you you’re probably overthinking it.”

Ash tightens his jaw and runs his tongue over his lips as he listens to you. "Didn't even know you liked flowers," he shrugs as you smile softly at him.

When he doesn’t immediately follow you out of the bedroom, you know his wheels must still be turning. You get your keys out of the dish and text your friends that you’re leaving now. He finally appears and just as you’re about to tell him you really need to get going, he grabs you and gives you the most over the top, absurdly intense kiss of your life. One hand twisted in your hair, one hand pressing you against him, tongue claiming your mouth as his. He's clearly trying to prove a point - what and to who, you’re not quite sure - but he certainly proves it.

He pulls away, fire in his eyes and casually says, “You lock up, I’ll get the car started?” as if nothing happened.

You stand there, stunned for a moment, quickly attempt to repair your smudged lipstick and lock the door to meet him outside.

The car ride is mostly silent, save for the radio. Ashton plants his hand on your thigh the second you get in the car and it doesn’t budge the entire time. When you grab drinks with your friends at the bar, his hand never leaves your back. During dinner, his arm snakes around your waist the second you slide in the booth next to him. To the outsider this would seem possessive and you're guessing it partly is but you think you’re pretty good at reading Ash at this point and to you, it feels more complex than that.

He’s still his engaging and charming self, chatting endlessly with everyone about everything but you can tell he’s in his head and you’re not entirely sure why. You recall how unnerved he seemed back at your apartment. You think about the number of times he’s leaned in to whisper a joke or comment in your ear tonight. You feel the gentle way his fingers brush over your hip while you wait for the check and you start connecting the dots.

It may have started with jealousy but this goes deeper than some basic macho territorial bullshit. You’re fascinated as you consider this development. He never seemed to feel angry or betrayed at the thought of someone else holding your attention; he just seemed troubled. Sad. And now it feels like he’s constantly reassuring himself of your presence, like as long as he keeps touching you, keeps engaging you, you’re undeniably there with him.

Your head swims as you consider the implications of this. You never doubted you both cared for each other but is it more serious than that to him? To you? You focus on him talking with your friends and you don’t realize you’re staring until you feel his eyes on you. He looks at you with amused expectancy; you just shake your head and smile fondly.

Your friends say their goodbyes and you start down the street back to the car park. Ash reaches for your hand and it kind of breaks your heart so when you stop to wait for the crosswalk, you place his arm around you and snuggle into him. He looks at you quizzically, as if he's surprised by your affection. He truly has no idea how transparent he is sometimes, you think to yourself as you mumble something about being chilly.

As you make your way down the block, he starts chattering away about the night’s events and with each comment you burrow further into his embrace, appreciating the cool night air and the sound of his voice.

By time you’ve reached the parking structure, you’ve got your arms wrapped around him, inside his jacket. He sways with you as you wait for the elevator, “Am I dropping you back home?”

Your answer comes out muffled as you’ve decided to take this opportunity to bury your face in his chest. “Your place.”

He kisses the top of your head and clarifies, “Thought you had work tomorrow?”

As the elevator doors open, you say, “But your place is closer now” with a glimmer in your eye and you pull him, first into the elevator and then into you. You give him a kiss reminiscent of his over the top, absurdly intense one from earlier but yours has no underlying point to prove. You’ve decided you need him, only him and you want to be sure he knows that.

The car ride is once again silent but this time there is a different tension in the air. His hand finds its way onto your thigh again, though this time it’s definitely a few inches higher. You can’t help but study him, as breathtaking as ever, lit only by the glow of evening LA traffic. You’re now almost as lost in your thoughts as you know he was earlier. He was so perturbed by those goddamn flowers, why? If you had found a gift from someone you didn’t know at his place, would you be feeling the same way? You’re pretty sure you would.

He catches your gaze at a stop light or two but he doesn’t say anything, just gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and turns back to the road. As soon as he shuts the engine off, you’re practically lunging across the car to get your lips back on his again. He indulges you for a minute and then breezily laughs, “let’s get you inside then” as he pries you off of him.

Once inside, it’s a dizzying clash of teeth, tongues, lips and limbs as you stumble up the stairs into the bedroom. You’re not sure exactly when it happened but suddenly he’s in his underwear and has you naked and spread in front of him.

He runs his fingers through your folds as he looks at you with a predatory glint in his eyes, asking, “Wet already, huh? This all for me?”

That’s apparently the extent of his teasing mood as he dives right in and starts eating you out before you even think to answer. You gasp and immediately tangle your fingers in his hair as he ruthlessly attacks your clit, first swirling it with the tip of his tongue and then sucking it in between his lips. The way he alternates broad strokes of his wide tongue with deliberate rapid fire flicks has you whimpering faster than you thought possible.

“Been wanting to taste you all evening, beautiful, thought we’d never get away,” he murmurs as he teasingly presses light kisses into your thighs.

“Ash…” you start, still attempting to catch your breath. “What is going on with you tonight…”

He chuckles and replies, “Says the woman who practically jumped me in the parking lot after dinner?” He pushes himself up your body to kiss you deeply, both of you groaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulls away just enough to continue, “Says the woman who could barely wait for me to put the car in park before she pounced again?” He kisses you even harder, distracting you enough that you don’t notice his hands have begun to wander until you feel two fingers slowly dragging against your pussy.

You break the kiss with a moan and Ashton seamlessly moves his mouth to your neck, giving several teasing bites and nips before he raises his head to look directly at you and say, “Says the woman who I suspect has been dripping for me since the kiss I gave her before we left for dinner?”

He pushes his fingers into you with ease and expertly starts working them. “Maybe even before? Has my girl been wanting me this badly all night?”

You feel your skin flush as you hear the words “my girl” come out of his mouth; this is new. That’s as far as your thought process gets because then he’s curling his fingers and all you can focus on is the way your walls are beginning to twitch and tighten around them, “Ash… please…” is the best response you can manage.

His hand that’s not buried inside you traces down your throat and over your breasts. “Please what, baby? Think you know you’re gonna have to do better than that,” he teases.

“... Want to cum… PLEASE…” you breathlessly pant out, rocking your hips against his fingers which have slowed to an agonizingly slow pace, keeping you just on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh don’t worry, pretty girl, you’ll cum alright,” he teases with his bottom lip fixed in a mock pout. “Gotta make it up to you, I obviously should’ve filled you the second I walked through your door tonight,” he speeds his fingers back up and adds his thumb into the mix, rubbing it against your clit, causing your legs to shake.

You grip his arm that’s working you over, digging your nails into his bicep as your entire body tenses and you pulse around his fingers. “That’s my girl, that was a good one, wasn’t it?” he coos as he pumps his fingers into you a few more times for good measure.

You can only breathe heavily in response; your mind and body are both reeling. There it is again: my girl. That kiss by your door, his hands on you all evening, now my girl. You’re not sure if it’s intentional or if his subconscious is giving him away, but he’s claiming you. You’re much more comfortable with that idea than you thought you’d be.

The second it seems like you’ve started to catch your breath, Ashton withdraws his fingers from your body and sucks them clean, exaggeratedly groaning his approval. You reach out for him, hoping for a kiss but before you even realize what’s happening, he’s back between your legs lapping away at your center again. “ASH, what the FUCK,” you cry out, legs involuntarily closing around him.

Unfazed, he easily spreads your legs back how he wants them and looks up at you, face obscenely wet and glistening from his task. “You tasted so good on my fingers, I wanted more straight from the source,” he shrugs and immediately returns to his mission.

You involuntarily let out a tiny moan at his remark before tugging on his hair to get his attention. “Too much” is all you manage to get out before he licks at your clit in just the right way to make you jolt and let out a guttural groan.

He pulls back and snickers against your thigh. “That’s what I thought, do I know my girl or do I know my girl? Know when you're ready for another one before you even do, know how to leave you speechless with just a couple flicks of my tongue,” he sneers, rapidly fluttering over your clit in demonstration. “Know this pussy even better than you do, bet you’ve never had anyone else who can say that, have you?”

You grab onto his shoulder and moan as soon as you hear that magic phrase, my girl, again. Ash’s dirty talk has always been a huge turn on for you but tonight the language is as telling as it is arousing: you are his. You decide that you like it, you want that and you like that he wants that.

You sigh deeply, disappointed but not surprised, when he pulls away just as you feel your climax begin to build. He kisses up your stomach until he reaches your tits, spreading sloppy kisses over one while he squeezes the other, rolling over the nipple with his thumb. You’re not quite sure why tenderness is your instinctual response but you go with it, softly running one hand through his hair and stroking his face with the other.

He looks up at you and his eyes are as breathtaking as always, glowing with both a familiar fire and also a softness you’ve only seen on occasion. You can’t help but smile as you tell him, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that a complaint or a compliment, my dear?” He asks with a smirk as he turns his attention to your other breast, repeating his actions.

“Not sure… both maybe…” you reply, in a dreamy haze of fondness, amusement and desire.

“I’ll take it,” he mutters against your skin. Satisfied with his work on your chest, you see him start to move back down between your legs.

“Ashhhh… no, need more,” you object, attempting to pull him back up to you.

“That’s what I’m tryna to give you here, baby,” he chuckles, allowing you to pull him up to your lips.

You frantically kiss him and grabble between your bodies until your hand finds his erection still confined in his boxers and you give it a squeeze. “GOD, Ash, honestly I just want your cock more than anything right now,” you hate how pitiful you sound but you also hope it’s enough that he’ll give you what you want.

Instead he looks you directly in the eye, grins and taunts, “But when don’t you want my cock more than anything?”

He impishly pecks your nose and confidently states, “First you cum on my tongue. THEN you can cum on my cock.” And with that, he’s suddenly peppering quick kisses all the way back down your body, musing almost to himself, “No one else can make you feel this way, can they, darlin’? Know how to get you off like this? Gets you this needy?”

Ashton dives back in with a renewed sense of purpose and has you cumming within moments; you swear at a certain point you can feel him grin against your sensitive core, clearly reveling in the nonsensical murmurs you don’t even realize you’re letting out until you hear them yourself.

“Good girl, sound so pretty when you cum for me, taste even better,” he praises, pressing a final kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before he’s on his feet, finally stripping off his underwear and retrieving a condom from the bedside table.

You’re tired from his teasing but the anticipation of finally having him inside you fuels your decision to snatch the package from him and begin tugging at his cock as soon as he’s within arms reach. You roll the condom on him as he tucks your matted hair behind your ear and says, “Been so good tonight, baby, you decide how you want it.”

You purse your lips in amusement because while his offer appears generous, based on the tone of the evening and the charged mood you're both in, there's no way he doesn't already know you're about to choose his preferred position.

You reach up and kiss him lustfully one more time before you dramatically turn over and raise yourself up on all fours, looking over your shoulder at him with an expectant look. He raises an eyebrow at you and you playfully roll your eyes at him, "Are you going to pretend like you're surprised or are you gonna fuck me?"

He grips your ass cheeks, kneading them in each hand, fondly clicking his tongue, "Cum twice already and still so impatient.”

You expect him to tease you; he always does and after the evening you’ve had, you assume you’re in for another tortuous display of dominance so it takes you by surprise when he’s suddenly sliding in to you. You hear his breathing become noticeably more pronounced as he buries himself and his fingers lightly trace down your spine, his actions pausing for just a beat longer than you'd like.

Without even giving it a second thought, you start eagerly moving against him. "Need me that badly you can't even wait one second for me to catch my breath?" He taunts in a voice that's both amused and aroused. He wraps his hand in your hair and yanks hard. "So desperate for me to wreck you, gotta fuck yourself on my cock?" He punctuates his question with a swift smack to your ass.

You attempt to scoff at his teasing but a simple, strained “FUCK” leaves your lips instead as you steadily rock yourself back against him. He doesn’t seem to mind your initiative, responding to your movements with approving groans and keeping his large hands occupied by covering your ass, first with sharp slaps followed by firm yet tender rubbing to soothe your reddening skin.

You hear yourself chanting “More. Please. More.” in a staccato rhythm matching the way you’re throwing your body back on him. He complies with your request, hand coming down on your backside multiple times in rapid succession and you cry out in satisfaction. You love the sting but you think you love the fact that you’ll be wearing his marks for days even more.

A particularly strong blow has your arms giving out, dropping your upper body down to the bed with a moan. He takes this as you handing over the reins and quickly moves his hands from your ass to your hips, grip digging into your skin as he takes over and starts pounding into you.

“Goddamn you wrap around me so good, it’s like you were made to take my cock weren’t you, beautiful?” His praise has both your mind and body humming; it’s been a long evening and although you’ve already had two orgasms, you find yourself overwhelmed by the undeniable need to cum with him inside you.

He pushes down on the small of your back to pop your ass and fuck you at a better angle but the way his fingers firmly but gently fall on your skin reminds you of how he touched you earlier in the evening. In the restaurant. On the street. In the car. Always wanting to feel you, always confirming your presence, always reassuring the both of you that your rightful place was with him.

An unexpected wave of affection washes over you and suddenly you’re needing him in a much different way. You manage to feebly say, “Ash? Babe?” as you muster the strength to raise yourself back on one arm while you fling the other behind you, blindly searching for him.

You almost never call him pet names so it immediately jumps out at him; he notices the shifted tone in your voice and halts his actions. You turn your head to meet his gaze as he pants, “You alright? What’s happening?”

Your hand finally finds his resting on your hip and you give it a squeeze, “Changed my mind. Need more of you on me.”

The confusion and concern that were clouding his features softens into something familiar yet somehow undefinable as he gingerly pulls out and leans forward to give you the softest kiss you’ve received all evening. “Well, let’s do that then.”

You spin around to face him and sit back on your knees, pulling him into another soft, slow kiss, brushing his hair off his forehead. He basks in your tender attention for a moment before he’s guiding you back down onto the bed, situating himself to fully lay on top of you, between your legs, careful not to break your kiss until you’re ready.

He slips back inside you and before he even gets the chance to ask, a breathy “Yessss” is all the confirmation he needs to know that this is what you were craving. You wrap your legs around him and run your hands across his broad back, “Just wanted to feel more,” you explain.

Your eyes are closed, relishing the feel of his weight on you and the stretch of him inside you, so you don’t notice the way he silently studies you for a moment before he lifts himself up and starts thrusting into you again.

For all the filth that’s come out of your mouths this evening, this round finds you both unusually quiet, letting your joined symphony of moans, groans, “yeah”s and “fuck”s say everything that needs to be expressed.

You feel him reach for your hand and move it to rest above you on the pillow, interlacing his fingers with yours; you respond with a squeeze and then one up him by turning your head to nip at the moon tattoo closest to you, simply because you can. He’s left his signature up and down your body tonight, it’s only fair you get to leave a small token of your appreciation on his.

He hisses at the feel of your teeth lightly grazing his skin. “Come on, darlin’, play nice.”

“Since when do we do that?” You breathlessly reply and then bask in the glow of the grin you receive in response.

Still smiling, Ash shakes his head. “If you’re able to make smartass remarks like that, clearly I’m not doing my job here.”

He takes one of your legs from around his waist and lifts your thigh back towards your chest; your mouth opens to moan but nothing happens as he pulls almost entirely out and then fucks into you so much slower and deeper than before. He chuckles, “That’s more like it.”

You consider rolling your eyes at his teasing or panting out another sassy quip at him but the way he’s moving in you feels so otherworldly you honestly don’t care about anything else. You grab on to his forearm and dig your nails in.

“Feeling good, beautiful?” He reaches between you and mercilessly rubs your clit. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

The sound emanating from your throat might be his name but mainly sounds like a series of whimpers.

He rubs harder and thrusts deeper. “Didn’t hear you, speak up. Whose cock makes you feel like this?” You continue crying out nonsensically as you feel yourself on the verge of your third orgasm.

You need him close so you pull him down to you for a kiss. He sloppily licks into your mouth, panting against your lips. He’s almost as gone as you are. You bite at his bottom lip and say, with a bit more desperation than you anticipated, “Gonna cum for you, Ash.” He nods understandingly and pecks your lips once more.

His lips move to your neck as his thrusts speed up again; he’s determined now and you’re moaning in earnest. You feel that familiar burning in your core and your eyes instinctively flutter shut, savoring the fall into bliss.

"Uh-uh, eyes open, baby. Want you to look at me. Need to be sure you know whose cock it is you're cumming on,” Ashton commands.

You force yourself to focus on him as you start to unravel, your entire body on fire, tensing deliciously; your mind is screaming his name but only indecipherable whines fall from your lips. Ashton is relentless as he fucks you through it, his thrusts never slow; no matter how impossibly tight your pussy squeezes around his cock, he never stops driving into you even rougher and deeper than before.

His eyes remain locked on yours, making the entire experience feel unbelievably more intimate. You swear you can feel every pent up emotion from the evening - the jealousy, the worry, the possessiveness, the passion, the… love? - in his gaze and you’ve never had a more intense orgasm, physically or emotionally.

As you come down from your high, you hear him praising you, “Yes, baby... love making you cum… you always give so much… always such a good girl for me.” His words alone would've earned a reaction from you but he sounds as wrecked as you feel, causing you to emit a deep and breathy moan at this realization. He’s panting so heavily you know his release won’t be far behind.

You feel like you're mad with desire at this point; you're beyond satisfied and you know you couldn't possibly cum again but you still feel like you're wanting something, you still need more of him. Feeling emboldened by watching Ash lose control and the euphoria still pulsing through your body, you find yourself digging your nails into his arms and muttering, “Want your cum, Ash.”

He lets out a grunt as his hips slam into yours. “Oh, you’re definitely about to get it,” he smirks.

You sigh partly out of exasperation and partly out of arousal for what you’re about to request. “No, Ash, I want it,” you pant. “Want you to cum on me, make me yours.”

His hips slow as he processes your words. “Fuck” is all he can manage to growl under his breath in response. He pulls out and you whimper at both the absence of him and the anticipation of what’s going to happen.

Ashton peels off the condom and you can’t take your eyes off him as he wraps his long fingers around his cock and begins to stroke himself. It only takes a few tugs before he’s gasping and murmuring your name and you have to moan along with him when you feel his warm cum spurting onto your stomach and chest. He maintains a firm grip as the rhythm of his hand varies, making sure he squeezes out every last drop for you.

He hangs his head in exhaustion for a beat and then takes in the sight of you: fucked out, chest heaving, painted in his release. You catch him staring and offer him a tired yet mischievous smile; he seems to pick up on your wavelength and smirks as he runs a finger through the substance on your breasts and brings it up to your lips for you to suck off.

��Jesus, baby,” he groans, shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe his eyes. “Don’t move.” He affectionately rubs your thigh a few times before he moves off the bed and ducks into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a wet washcloth.

He climbs back next to you on the bed and presses a passionate kiss to your lips before he starts gently cleaning you up; it’s quiet for a few moments and the intimacy is not lost on either of you. You reach up and brush his wild hair from his eyes. “Hey,” you start, fondly.

He smiles much softer than he has all night. “Hey yourself,” he giggles.

You pause and feel a bit of leftover boldness coursing through you, so you comment, “You seem like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Ash bites his lip and exhales deeply, clearly considering how to answer. He looks down, avoiding your eyes, and fusses over a mark on your hip that’s sure to form into a gnarly bruise by morning. “Sorry if I got a little crazy tonight, I know I‘m usually better at checking in with you,” he muses.

You sit up and squeeze his shoulder. You feel the urge to reassure him but you can tell he’s on the verge of opening up and you don’t want to derail him. You’re trying to find the courage to prompt him further when he surprises you by admitting, “It just really fuckin’ got to me when I thought... “ he trails off, looking away again. “I got weirded out about those flowers and I shouldn’t have. And I’m sorry.” He tosses the washcloth onto the nightstand in exasperation.

You give him a faint smile. “Ash, I told you ---”

“I know and I believe you but I just started thinking... and then I couldn’t stop,” he confesses quietly. He stands up and pulls on a pair of shorts before busying himself by starting to tidy the bed.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom. You figure he could use some time to process whatever it is he’s still trying to work out so you wash your face, brush your teeth and slip on a t-shirt of his you find discarded on the counter.

You venture back into the bedroom and find him tossing the pillows back onto the bed after having changed the sheets. He still looks lost inside his thoughts and you yearn to ease his mind. You walk over and hug him from behind, burying your face into his back; he gives your arms an affectionate squeeze.

“I know we don’t really talk about this kind of thing but I feel like you should know I haven’t seen anybody else since we started talking,” you offer, your confession muffled with your face still pressed against his skin. “It hasn’t even been a conscious thing, I just… haven’t been interested, I guess.”

Ashton pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. “Thank you for telling me that,” he murmurs, rubbing your back.

You quickly come around and kneel on the bed in front of him so that you’re at his eye level and you wrap your arms around his neck. “And I liked everything that happened tonight; you know I would have told you otherwise,” you assert. He nods in acknowledgement so you continue, “I like hearing you tell me I’m your girl, I like when you make me feel like I’m yours... ”

You feel tempted to look away, to fidget with the necklace he’s wearing but you resist. You look straight into his hazel eyes, full of warmth and attentiveness, and state, “You know, I could be yours, if that’s something you decide you want.”

Ash only lets your words hang in the air for a split second before he wraps his arms around you tightly and kisses you slowly; it’s intense and passionate but not in the same over the top, cocky way that he kissed you back at your apartment. This kiss is also trying to prove something but it’s a message meant only for you and he’s taking his time to make his point clear.

When your mouths finally separate, you take a deep breath and steady yourself on his arms. You open your eyes at him and grin. “Was that your way of asking?”

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tekweela · 4 years

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i have done thousands of interviews and sometimes i crack and be real, to an extent that i probably shouldn't be. because it allows people to place judgement on your current state of changing and then they ask questions about it. that's an old version of me where that came from. or "you said this", and that was five years ago when i was a shadow of myself, i don't even know that person anymore.

i built up a resilience and a toughness and a bravery to articulate how i am actually feeling because i think that really helps people. once i am no longer in this space, the run doesn't last forever, the success doesn't last forever, and nor does the audience, often. if i can look back and go, well, i was truthful with what i said and the pain and struggle i went through and i was transparent with the people that enjoyed my music, i will feel more accomplished than i would if i was faking, pretended that everything was good all the time.

- Ashton Irwin

#i think it was one of his tweets though #i admire his perspective on things and life #a wordsmith of sorts #not sure if anybody posted this but this was 🥺#on sundays we appreciate ashton on this blog #ashton irwin #5sos #5 seconds of summer

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bandsanitizer · 5 years

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so I don’t know if this is older news but ashton has deleted or archived all of his instagram posts and while it’s probably just for promoting the new music/next album... it makes me feel just a little sad because over the course of 5sos’ journey, ashton has always been the most communicative with fans through social media and to have that go away just leaves a slightly empty feeling because that’s just... to me it’s something so special and amazing about ashton irwin... the amount of transparency and thanks he gives. the love and time he has. it’s always been a staple aspect of ashton and 5sos and to have it gone just makes me a little sad

#5sos #ashton irwin #ash #5second sof summer #5sos4

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jerriescuddles · 4 years

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clearing out my camera roll 2415/?

#mine #comcr #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #stars black transparent shirt #tour bus #blue #orange #beige

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lukeysgirl · 7 years

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.15

Part F I F T E E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 4k+ (long af)

A/N: sha-woops, made this part super long. aha, hope that’s okay for you guys! i really hope you enjoy this series, because i think i’ll be making a ‘book two’ for it ! let me know what ya’ll think about that and i hope you enjoy this part x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

I M A G I N E

Century Hall, 7:02 P.M. (Pop-up concert)

“I was just... curious...” You whispered, hugging your arms as your eyes stayed on the ground. Tears streamed down your cheeks rapidly, uncertain if they were going to stop anytime soon. Ashton was still in front of you in your defense, feeling a little sad from your sadness. “I didn’t mean to... cause anythin’...”

“Fuck, no, Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Calum pleaded, having him try to get to you. He ripped Michael’s hands off him. But Ashton blocked him, having Calum struggle in his arms as Ashton kept him away. “Ashton, she’s fucking crying, she needs a hug!”

“If you hug her now, you’ll be stuck here and we have to perform in about 3 minutes,” Ashton said bitterly. He looked over at you and shot you a sympathetic smile. “You’ve already done the damage as is, lad. You might as well give her time.”

“But she needs answers and--!” Michael tried, but Ashton was far too assertive.

“We’re at a pop-up show and we have to deliver what the people have come and paid for.” You knew it pained Ashton to leave you unanswered and teary-eyed on your own. But the both of you understood and you were okay with it. Ashton always decides things with the right intentions, so you didn’t mind waiting.

“Ash,” you began softly, patting the back of his shoulder with your hand. “You can let go of him, it’s alright. I’m not mad or anything. And I’ll let him go in time for the performance.” Reluctantly, Ashton unwrapped his arms from your boyfriend and stepped to the side with Luke and Michael. Quickly, Calum grabbed you in an embrace.

You felt your heart get soothed by Calum’s familiar hug and the warmth he always provides. It always felt nice just to be held by him, even if it’s a few minutes worth of silence. His scent was intoxicating, and hugging was just one of the most intimate things you like doing with him without stripping.

“I’m sorry for accusing you, love,” Calum whispered gently at your ear. His fingers of one hand weaved through your hair and began to massage your scalp slowly. “I know you’d never do something like that-- especially because I haven’t even told you the pass code to my phone. You’re right.”

“It’s okay,” you muttered against his chest. You felt bad for soiling his shirt with your tears, even though they’re just salty and transparent. “I’m not mad at you. I just wanted to know why you were... dreaming about her...” You slowly raise your arms up and grab onto the back of Calum’s shirt. They hung loose, but were firmly stuck.

“That makes perfect sense, you deserve that.” He hugged you a little tighter, the both of you silently listening as the crowd was clapping off One OK Rock. But you nor Calum really wanted to separate from the current embrace. It felt so inviting and endearing, you wanted it to last forever. “Y/N, we have to...”

“Okay.” You quickly obliged, letting Calum go as you looked at his sad face. It was a genuine pout, his cheeks a little bloated with his eyes glossed with potential tears. You have seen him cry before, and you really dislike it. So he sucked it up for you and sent you a sad smile.

“Calum,” Ashton called out to Calum as One OK Rock hugged Luke and Michael. Ashton held his two drumsticks in one hand, clenching them strongly in annoyance. “That’s my cousin you’re with, alright? Stop fucking around with her feelings. It’s pissing me off.”

With that, Ashton escaped onto the dimly lit stage where the fans shouted again like a wave. Calum quickly gave Taka and his band some appreciation as well as you did. You tried ridding your face of tears and hoped that backstage was dim enough so they didn’t see your bloated, red face.

“Did you enjoy the show, Y/N?” Taka asked excitedly, seeing him glisten from the sweat he has collected. You smiled with some regret, knowing that you didn’t get to listen to the last few songs from the brewing drama.

“You guys are amazing!” You mused. “My favorite was Wherever You Are. It was so nice, so sweet... Wherever you are, I’ll always make you smile-- I loved it so much!” You giggled from your awful singing, but Taka applauded you and encouraged it.

“You’re really cheeky, Y/N,” Taka compliments. “I’m really glad you’re gonna join us when we head to America for the North American tour.” You nodded in agreement, giving him another hug as well as the others before they disappeared back stage to change.

“We’ll see you on stage, Calum!” Michael called out to the Māori as he and Luke were ready with their guitars. The workers were ensuring that the ear pieces were good before letting them on stage. Calum gives them a nod as he grabs his bass and straps it on him. He then goes to you and cups your face.

“Hey beautiful, please stop crying, okay?” Calum said softly. His thumbs swiped along the top of your cheeks, feeling the little tears that were left on them. “We’ll talk about it after the concert on the plane ride tonight, okay?”

“We’re going on a plane tonight?” You exclaimed, looking into the boy’s eyes with shock. It’s going to be 9 or 10 P.M. by the time the boys finish their concert. Leaving Japan at night? You lot are going to be exhausted beyond compared, and that’s coming from a college student.

“The management is really pissed,” Calum said with a chuckle. You giggled with him, feeling goosebumps collect along your arms as he touched your face. It was so delightful and comforting to know that Calum will explain everything to you. It kept your stomach from churning. “Anyways... d’you mind if I could get a good luck kiss? I know you must be fumed at me and--”

Before he knew it, you got on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck to place your lips on his. He was shocked at first, but quickly melted into the kiss. He bent down so it was easier for you, having you smile against his lips before nipping at the bottom ones. They were so soft, so moist. They tasted like cocoa butter and Doritos, and you were completely fine with it. He moaned lightly against your lips, feeling the vibration of the sounds against your mouth.

“Fuck, as much as I want to keep kissing you,” Calum said quickly once he pulled you off. “I have a performance to go to.”

“Go,” you whispered, giving him a reassuring smile. “They need you out there, punkrocker.” With those words in mind, Calum gives you another kiss on your forehead before fleeing to the stage. You smiled, feeling your heart calm down now that Calum was going to be willing to talk to you.

On the plane, 10:43 P.M.

The plane had a quick, but steady lift off from the ground and away into the air from the airport. All the boys were already seated, riding in Coach seats as the management treated them with luxury. Behind you and Calum, there was Luke with Ashton, asleep. Beside you, Taka was sat with his drummer, speaking in Japanese ever so casually. In front of you, Michael had his own two free seats to extend his legs.

“Alright, then,” Calum began, his voice immensely calm as he turned a bit to face you better. You watch as he takes out his phone from his pocket and holds it in both of his hands. “Nia Lovelis is the drummer of Hey Violet. I assume the lads told you?” You nodded. “And we met the band in 2015, so it’s been a while.”

“So... Me and Nia hit it off pretty well, I think,” Calum began softly. “We had a lot of things in common, we went out to eat a lot when the others were busy, and she was always available to me whenever I felt off track. Of course, she wasn’t a you, but she was some sort of support to me and I appreciated that.”

“I’m glad she was there for you,” you said softly. It bothered you a bit that you couldn’t be, but Calum was accordingly annoyed at you at that time and couldn’t find the balls to reconnect with you.

“But it went to the point where I wanted affection,” Calum admitted, clearing his throat as he bobbed his Adams apple. “And I knew that she fancied me. She made it so incredibly obvious. All these flirtatious touches, getting me small gifts-- it was so annoying. But I used her liking of me in order to... satisfy my needs.”

“D-did you... have, um...” You couldn’t let the word sex slip out without feeling awkward and embarrassed. But Calum caught on and shook his head.

“Nah, it was just a lot of kissing and cuddling really,” Calum said simply. “But during all of it, I just didn’t find her attractive. She’s beautiful, really, and I think she has a nice personality. But Nia just isn’t my cup of tea...” You giggled.

“S-so that was all then?” You asked for confirmation. “You guys didn’t date, you just sort’ve had a fling without the sex.”

“Exactly.” Calum let that word slip so easily. You just knew the certainty in his voice and trusted it completely. After all, Calum willingly ripped you away from Nick Jonas in order to have you. And they’re pretty good friends.

“I feel much better,” you say with a long sigh. Calum chuckled lowly as he rubbed your upper back. “It put me in a shitty mood, and that’s why I was like that this morning.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Princess!” Calum said as he pulled you in for a quick hug. “I honestly didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t even know her name slipped off my tongue in my sleep.”

“You were probably dreaming and she was innit,” you proposed.

“But I don’t even know what I did in the dream or said in it as well,” Calum admits, his shoulders dropping from his lack of remembering. You placed your hand over his, reassuring him that it was all okay. “D’you know what I said? Like, what you heard?”

“Oh, well...” You began, looking distantly at his phone. “You said ‘I love her,’ and it was a little broken. And then you said ‘I’m sorry, Nia,’ like you’ve hurt her feelings.”

“I did hurt her feelings, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she asked me out, right,” Calum began. “But I just really wasn’t interested, and I dropped both that and our whole little thing we had. Whatever it was. It’s been like 2 or 3 months since then.”

The way Calum had been explaining it to you seemed so casual. Earlier, he went insane that you even uttered her name. But now that he knew why you were curious, he was okay with it. Talk about being cold.

“Did you even enjoy it?” You asked semi-shyly.

“Not really,” Calum said quietly. “And even though I cut that off with her, she still annoys me about it. I want to show you-- but not to piss you off, but to show that I don’t give a fuck.” He opened his phone, having you notice that he opened it slowly to show you the pass code.

“Your pass code...” You began. “It’s my birthday?” Calum looked at you with a soft smile, his almost eyes slightly glowing.

“Well, yeah...” Calum began. “It’s been like that for a while now. I just thought of you constantly that this just happened subconsciously.” You felt your heart flutter at that as you watched him pull out a few text messages. “I’m gonna scroll up to even before you came and we hooked up.”

Taking the phone in your hand, you delicately press against the screen with your index finger. Your eyes widened in shock to see how desperate this girl was for Calum. But you felt at ease when Calum repeatedly turned her down or ignored her.

Today

Nia: i want you

Nia: i cant wait to see u in N.Y. x

Nia: we’re gonna spend some alone time together, rite?

Nia: i want to feel those lips again

Nia, please stop :Me [Calum]

i have a girlfriend now. :Me

Nia: but i miss what we had

Nia: even if you don’t like me like that, i don’t care!

Nia: please, calum

“It was wrong of me to use her since I acknowledged her feelings,” Calum said quietly, shame dancing on his tongue. “But I desperately wanted some stimulation and she was very obvious.” You nodded, returning his phone graciously as you gave him a small smile.

“I’m very happy you told me, though,” you said softly. “I felt so nervous, I didn’t know what to think when you said her name in your sleep. I’m sorry I felt a little insecure...”

“Y/N, no!” Calum exclaimed, putting his phone away to hold your hands in his. “I should be sorry. I overreacted to a point where had the best assumption to believe I was cheating on you. I was so nervous that you read those texts or something without knowing the real story, even if I was denying them in the convo. I just didn’t want you to think she was above you or anything, because she isn’t. And don’t think I’ll do what I did to her-- every girl I’ve touched, you were the only one in my mind. The only girl in my head.”

You quickly leaned in to kiss Calum on his lips. After those words, you felt like your head was in the clouds. Pure elation was emitting you as you kissed the tender lips of the boy you adore so much. He was so sweet and so cautious, even if he ended up hurting you for a moment. You knew he’d never do anything to hurt you on purpose and for that, you are grateful.

“Y/N, I wanted to ask you something,” Calum began as he slowly detached from your lips. You pout at the lack of his warm lips, but light up in confusion to his request. “But I wasn’t sure to because you’d think it would be unnecessary or corny.”

“Calum, you can literally ask me anything,” you reassure softly, squeezing those calloused hands of his.

“When we get to New York City and take ourselves a nice, long rest,” Calum began slowly, having his cheeks flush a bit. “We can take the whole day off to go on a date. I know it sounds cheesy, but I want to show you all my favorite places of the city and just be in your presence.”

“Calum, that’s not corny!” You urged, looking down at your hands distantly. His large ones covered yours, seeing the contrast from your soft ones with his rough ones. But you couldn’t help and love his hands and how warm they made you feel just by the touch. “That’s incredibly romantic and we haven’t really had a proper date yet...”

“Then yeah?” Calum’s eyes glowed.

“Yeah,” you say happily, receiving another sweet kiss from Calum as you guys squeezed each others hands. Everything felt back to normal again, feeling the warmth of his love return to your heart completely.

New York City, 1:18 P.M.

“Make sure she actually gets into her pajamas, okay?” Ashton called out to Calum, having him chuckle before nodding. You were so tired, you barely had the energy to move your body much. So Calum got a separate luggage cart and put your fetal-positioned body on it. Although silly, it was convenient that he was rolling you around so you didn’t have to use your legs.

“I’ll try, mate,” Calum snickered, having you listen as he took out the keycard to your suite and accessed it with ease.

“And don’t try anything funny, Hood!” Ashton hissed as Calum rolled you inside. You couldn’t help but smile while you attempted to remain asleep. Calum even chuckled a bit before closing the door and turning on the lights. Opening your eyes just a bit, you saw another nice hotel room you had the pleasure to stay in.

“Hey, Princess,” Calum called to you softly, having you tilt your head over to look up at the Maori boy before you. He looked just as exhausted as you. It made you frown a bit, but he was used to this lifestyle by now. It didn’t affect him much. “Let’s get you out of those clothes and into bed, yeah?”

“But I’m so... sleepy...” You muttered, your mouth extremely dry. You had slept an hour by the end of the flight, having you still dead from the flight. Especially because it was daytime, you couldn’t help but dread the light. You felt bad that your sleeping schedule was going to be ruined, but you didn’t mind that too much. “Calum... the curtains--”

“I got it, love.” Calum grabbed down all the black curtains of the windows, dimming the room an incredible amount. You watched as he slowly deprived you of the beautiful sight that was New York. But you honestly couldn’t handle the daytime right now. “Let’s get you comfortable, baby.”

Calum goes over and grabs you by your wrists, having you grab his so he could lift you up. You felt him sqeeze your wrists tightly and bring you to your feet with all the strength he had. You wrapped your arm over his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Guiding you over to the bathroom, he turned on the light and noticed the huge counter of the sink.

“Up you go!” Calum began, grabbing your waist with both of his hands as he lifted you up on the counter. Your upper body felt fairly weak from exhaustion, having you constantly sturggling to keep yourself up as Calum fled to get you pajamas from your luggage. He came back quickly with some pastel shorts and a No Face shirt from Hot Topic. “Do you want me to help you?”

“N-no, I can handle it...” You said sleepily, a yawn escaping your lips right after. He chuckled, shaking his head before going to grab the hem of your shirt. You obliged and lifted your arms, allowing him to peel off your shirt. You attentively notice his face when staring at your torso, his cheeks turning into a sudden pink hue.

It was cute to see Calum struggle to change you. He was so cautious not to touch your skin too much as you were tired. But you could see the desire in his eyes, so hot and everlasting, that you almost felt bad. But he was being a gentleman when tossing your shirt aside.

“U-um...” Calum began, his voice much quieter as he shyly had his hands lifted. “Do you want to keep the bra on?”

“Mm mm, take it off, please...” You said softly, partially from being bothered from it and partially to see Calum’s expression.

His eyes were completely wide now, no trace of tiredness anywhere. His cheeks were flushing, with blood surging into them without his control. You watched through the small slivers of your eyelids how he began to get closer. You opened your legs, allowing his torso to be between them. You then felt his chest against yours.

“I-I’m sorry, I have to reach over you t-to...” He stuttered adorably, having you nod in understanding. You felt as his fingers grabbed onto the latch, feeling his calloused fingers touch the warmth of your back. He was struggling to unclasp it, having you giggle a bit before he finally got it. He resided his chin on your shoulder, with his eyes completely shut to pull down the straps and remove the bra. Thats when Calum lost a bit of balance and pushed more against you.

“Sh-shit...”

His strong chest was now really against yours, feeling your nipples perk up a bit from the impact and the lack of warmth from the bra. You knew Calum felt a little flustered up. One by the fact that he could feel your breasts against his chest. And two, the low moan you let out right by his ear.

“I don’t see why you’re so flustered, Cal,” you teased in a raspy tone. “You have seen and sucked on these breasts before. Remember Dublin?”

“Sh-shut up, I’m not flustered!” Calum denied, but you both knew he was. You giggled as you took Calums head and removed it from your shoulder. “Y/N, I am not opening my eyes--”

“You don’t have to, stupid,” you say softly. “I’ll put on the shirt myself, okay?” He nodded, having you grab the shirt and slip it on with ease. Leaning your hands back down on the counter, you leaned back a bit to watch your oblivious boyfriend. You felt like teasing him a bit.

“Are you done yet?” Calum asked, his eyes squeezed shut. You slowly lift your shirt up over your breasts, enough to show the both of them and their perky state.

“Yeah, you can open your eyes now.” You watch as Calum opens them. His eyes immediately go down at your breast, having him flush up again with his lips parting a bit. You smirked, grabbing his shirt to prevent him from backing away.

“You sure are a tease, aren’t you?” Calum growled lowly, having you giggle as you pulled him over to smash his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close. It felt so good, feeling his lips on yours. They were slightly chapped but tasted like cocoa butter and danced with your lips perfectly. His bottom lip fit perfectly between yours as you sucked it eagerly. And although you were dominating just a bit, Calum wasn’t complaining.

“Fuck, baby,” Calum moaned into your mouth, pulling away slowly as the two of you panted. Saliva had connected the both of your lips like a clothesline. It broke on its own and slid to the ground into oblivion. You were just as flushed as him now, feeling a bit embarrassed. “What happened to your tiredness?”

“It went on temporary leave,” you joked quietly, having Calum chuckle a bit. You noticed that from your kissing, the shirt had slid back down and covered your breasts once more. It was warm and nice, even though its freedom was restricted again. “But now it’s back.”

“Alright, let’s get your shorts on at the bed.” You nodded, yawning again as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends waist. With your arms already wrapped around his neck, Calum hugs you with his and lifts you from the counter. You rest your head on his shoulder as he grabs your shorts and escapes from the bathroom. He walked over to the single, King sized bed of the room and gently laid you down on it.

Under your arms, you felt the softness of the black, silky sheets. It was soothing and smelled like lemongrass and lavender. It perfectly combined with Calum’s touch. He was very delicate as you felt the back of his fingers slide down your thighs to pull your pants down. Coolness was introduced to your warm legs, but you hadn’t minded much as you lifted your waist up to allow Calum to slip on your shorts. At this rate, you wouldn’t have minded for Calum to take you here right now--

“There,” Calum mumbled, having you nod as you stood up and groggily walked over to the kitchen. You snorted when you walked past the cart you were brought in and sifted through the fridge for water. “Can you bring me a water bottle, too, love?”

“Mhm.” Taking the two cool drinks in your hands, you walk back over to halt in surprise. You try to take in Calum removing his shirt to see his torso exposed. Tanned and toned as ever, with tattoos kissing his body all over. He wasn’t extremely built, but you knew he did try to keep himself in shape. And he is currently succeeding at that. To continue, his back was turned to you as he bent down to slide his pants down. You bit your bottom lip to see his cute butt covered by his black, Calvin Klein boxers. They were tight, outlining the features of his rear perfectly.

“Stop checking me out,” Calum said with a snort as he glanced behind. You blushed, walking over as he straightened up and sat down on the bed. You placed the bottles on the bedside table as Calum fished for his phone from his pants and opened it. “Y/N, c’mere for a sec.”

“Everything okay?” You hummed, crawling to the end of the bed to get next to him. You watch as he opened his camera and switched it to selfie mode.

“Let’s take a photo,” Calum insisted with a warm smile.

“Won’t the fans get mad?” You asked nervously. You were immensely considerate and thoughtful about Calum and the boys’ life. You didn’t want to ruin their career at all nor upset their fans.

“A few might from jealousy,” Calum admitted. “But those girls at the airport like you, and a lot of fans loved the video Ashton had posted about us. So let’s take a photo, Princess.”

“Okay!”

Although you guys were tired, you had a lot of fun with your own little photo shoot. Calum couldn’t help himself, making the both of you do ridiculous poses. He even took several photos of just you attempting to be vogue. And even though you were insecure, you loved how happy it made the both of you feel. But Calum had finally settles for one photo in particular.

It was a photo of you and him where your arms were wrapped around his neck loosely and he was smiling like he has never smiled before.

“This one is perfect,” Calum said, smiling fondly as he provided some sort of cheeky caption and uploaded it on Twitter. “I can’t wait for my fans to see how beautiful you are right now.” He quickly squished your face like he does, but much more gently, to pull you in for a quick peck on the lips.

“Shush,” you pout, feeling blood rush into your cheeks once more. He chuckled, allowing you to escape back up to the top of the bed to grab the water bottles. You return to him and pass him one, having the both of you drink it with much haste before tossing the empty bottles to the ground.

“Alright, switching on my low battery mode and heading to bed,” Calum concluded, grabbing the blanket off the bed and slipping himself in. You quickly join, residing to his right as the both of you shifted for comfort. You hadn’t known about Calum, but you couldn’t settle real easily.

“I’m cold...” You complained in a groan, shifting a lot in order to generate heat somehow. But you just didn’t feel any warmer.

“C’mere then, baby,” Calum cooed. You got on all four, only to have Calum grab your waist and guide you over on top of him. His body was now between your legs as you sat on his crotch. And, of course, Calum couldn’t help but release a light moan.

“Are you trying to say something, babe?” You asked quietly as you sat on his crotch gently. You watch Calum bite his bottom lip as he pushed his head back into the pillow.

“I’m far too tired for that,” Calum admitted. “But I really do want to do it with you soon. Before you leave to your studies again.” You blushed, knowing the both of you were on the same page.

Sex.

“Y-yeah, we should...” You choked up a bit. Although you understand why the two of you would and you really would like to, sex was simply a flustering topic. It made you feel all sorts of ways. To be exposed to Calum, showing him your rawness as he shows you his. Sharing body heat with skin touching skin at a constant. Having him fill himself inside you, with the most gentlest yet exhilarating thrusts.

“I can’t wait,” Calum said, giving you a genuine grin as he held your waist. You nod, sliding down so one side of your body was back on the bed. But you kept the other leg on him with your arms wrapped around his neck. He was so warm, and smelled like coconut oil. He was all you needed to sleep a good sleep.

“Good night, Calum,” you whispered in his ear, nuzzling into his neck right after. Calum’s arm slid over around you as he kept his hand on your side. His index finger rubbed small circles on it, having it tickle you gently but not enough to laugh.

“Goodnight, my love.” Calum planted a sweet kiss on your head as you slowly flutter your eyelids shut. “Dream about me.”

“I can’t,” you say with a small smile. “You’re the wish I always dreamed about and it came true already.”

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