#luke hemmings preference

[prettyyyboyluke]

Hotel Room

~ 

the room is filled with sweat, heavy breaths, and skin slapping together. y/n’s gripping the dresser so hard that her knuckles are white. luke’s cock is pounding into her tight, wet walls. “look at you, begging for my cock, such a greedy girl.” luke rasps, his hand tight around y/n’s throat. y/n’s eyes are closed, bottom lip between her teeth, her chest glistening with sweat, and her stomach in knots. “open your eyes, angel, i wanna look at how desperate you are.” luke demands her. she’s not thinking of anything else other than luke’s cock. her knees knock together, making it harder for luke to move. he opens her legs back up, seeing how sensitive her cunt is. 

“y/n! does that sound good?” michael finally snaps her out of her memory. 

she didn’t even realize she was spaced out, but luke sure did. she wasn’t exactly subtle when she was squeezing her thighs together. “what? yeah, sure, i’m good with whatever.” she finally responds. 

michael raises an eyebrow at her, “were you even listening to any of this conversation?” 

all eyes turn to her, and her cheeks heat up. luke places a hand on her thigh, quite high up on her thigh, and her mind is distracted again. she feels butterflies in her lower stomach when luke squeezes her thigh. “y-yeah, dinner, right?” she tries to think back to the conversation before her mind started to wander. 

her breath becomes uneven, some catching in her throat, and some too short for her to exhale. “okay, maybe she was listening.” calum says. y/n gives a weak smile before looking at luke, and he’s staring back at her. she wants to sink into her seat and hide, but luke won’t let her. 

the group becomes distracted with another conversation, thank god. “what were you thinking about, angel? ‘cause i know it wasn’t about dinner.” luke whispers to her. 

y/n shakes her head, “nothing.” the word rushes out of her mouth. luke raises an eyebrow at her, unimpressed with the lie. 

“c’mon angel, i saw your thighs squeeze together. and you sure froze up when i put my hand on your thigh. so, i’m going to ask you again, what were you thinking about?” luke speaks, his voice more stern. 

the whole time luke is speaking, all y/n can think about is his lips. how he kisses her entire body, nipping and sucking at her sweet spots, leaving no part untouched. it's crystal clear, now, that she wasn’t listening. luke squeezes her thighs again, her skin pinching between his rings, and she gasps lowly. “i-i was thinking about this morning.” she says, her head hanging and her eyes refusing to look at luke’s. 

“yeah? what about this morning?” luke says, sitting up straight in his chair. when y/n doesn’t answer right away, he says, “don’t get all shy on me now.” 

“i was thinking about how you were fucking me on the dresser.” she says, eyes peering up at luke. 

luke smirks at her, “can’t go two seconds without thinking about my cock, huh?” he says in a mocking tone. y/n whines, feeling her wetness pool in her panties. “i bet your little pussy is wet just wishing i was pounding into it right now.” he says. because she’s in his lap, with her legs swung over his sideways, his hand moves further up her thigh until he meets her clothed clit. 

y/n wraps her hand around luke’s wrist, not wanting to draw anymore attention to herself then she already has. her mind is battling with itself right now. not wanting to be rude to their friends, but also wanting luke to take her back to their hotel room and fuck her senseless, she settles in and does her best to calm her mind. 

~ 

y/n wasn’t able to get her mind to rest. luke wanted to take a nap before they went to dinner, and y/n reluctantly agreed, knowing she would be punished if she whined. her dream didn’t help either. 

“such a whiny little girl. never satisfied, are you?” luke spits. y/n’s being help up in front of the bathroom mirror, seeing how luke’s fucking her from behind. she’s rubbing fast circles on her clit, wanting her high to approach faster. luke’s grip in her hair is tight that her head starts to hurt. 

y/n lets out a loud, strangled moan for luke. “please, can i cum? i wanna cum!” y/n begs. luke has a sinister smirk on his face, loving how his little girl is begging for him. 

she’s knocked out of her trance, again, with a nudge from ashton. “huh? what are we talking about?” she says, blinking a few times in a row. 

“what do you want to drink?” ashton says. 

“oh, a tequila red bull, please.” she answers. y/n knows she’s raising suspicion between the boys, and she’s hoping her drink will calm her down. 

“are you alright, y/n? you’ve been very spacey all day.” calum asks her. 

y/n sighs before answering, “yeah. just in my own head, i guess.” 

luke has never seen y/n so desperate, at least not like this. normally she can compose herself until they’re alone, but she hasn’t been able to. luke pulls y/n’s wrist so she can stand up. “we’ll be right back.” he tells the group. luke pulls y/n through the restaurant until he finds the bathroom. 

locking themselves in, y/n’s mind is racing a million miles a minute. she sees how dark luke’s eyes are, and is hoping he’ll give her some type of release. “what are we doing in here?” she finally asks. luke picks her up by her hips and sets her on the counter. he’s standing between her legs, and brings her hips down so her clothed pussy is against his hard on. 

his hands slid up her thighs, stopping when he meets her clit, and luke can really feel how wet she is. “jesus christ, angel, you’re drenched,” luke says. she’s looking up at him, desperately wanting to kiss his soft lips. luke takes his free hand and pulls y/n in for a kiss. 

as soon as their lips connect, luke moves y/n’s panties to the side and plunges a finger deep inside her. she gasps into the kiss, her body immediately overcome with pleasure. all of her clouded thoughts are finally gone when she relaxes her body into luke. “you wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” luke asks, adding another finger to her throbbing pussy. 

y/n throws her head back, taking in what luke is finally giving her. “please, luke, i-i need it so bad.” she begs. 

“you don’t need it, you want it. being a greedy girl isn’t going to get you far.” he tells her. luke can feel y/n’s walls squeezing his fingers, and she’s ready to release. “do you wanna cum? look at you, a pretty little mess.” he says. 

y/n’s nodding her head frantically, and luke knows this is what she needs to get through the rest of dinner. luke looks down and sees how his fingers are sliding in and out of y/n’s walls, his fingers drenched in her arousal. “i’m right there, please don’t stop,” she whispers. 

luke doesn’t, he keeps his fingers moving, even though his wrist is starting to cramp. y/n’s back arches off the mirror, her legs shaking, and her arousal drenched on the inside of her thighs. luke coaxes her through her orgasm, whispering into her ear sweet sayings. “that’s it, cum all over my hand. i can feel how close you are.” luke encourages her. 

“yes, yes,” y/n whimpers. he takes his fingers out her dripping cunt when her breathing returns to normal. he taps his fingers on her lips so she can taste herself. 

he gives her a second before helping her off the counter, and smooths her dress out. “better?” he asks rhetorically. she nods her head and takes his hand, leading them back to the table. 

~ 

dinner ended quite later than expected, but y/n was able to sit through it after luke took her to the bathroom. she was more excited to get back to their hotel room so she can finally have him to herself. luke might be selfish when it comes to y/n, but y/n’s worse. she was twiddling her thumbs the whole car ride back. 

y/n quickly said goodnight to their friends, and had luke lead her straight to the elevators. she was hot on his tail, holding a tight grip to his fingers. she stood right in front of luke when they got inside the elevator, tracing and tugging lightly at his belt. her lips held a faint smile, every scenario playing back in her head. she finally snaps out of it when she hears the elevator ding. 

luke fiddled with the key too much, “hurry up!” y/n said, annoyance tracing her tone. the door finally opened, and y/n walked in, pulling luke with her. the door shut, and luke was all y/n’s. she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes to bring his lips to hers. their lips intertwined, and y/n felt a breath leave her. 

luke grabbed the under side of her thighs, having her legs wrap around his waist. she smiles into the kiss, grabbing his face and setting him where she wants him. her tongue swirls against luke’s, tequila still lingering. she grabs the back of his hair and pulls his lips off of hers. 

y/n’s eyes meets with luke’s dark blue ones. her hair falls in her face, shielding her blushing cheeks. “finally, all to myself.” she whispers against his lips. she pulls luke back down to her, getting as close to him as she possibly can. luke sets y/n down on the bed, kneeling and lifting her dress up. 

he’s met with her cunt even more drenched than before. “what did i say about being greedy?” luke says, slapping the inside of her thigh. 

y/n yelps out, “being greedy won’t get me very far.” she tells him. 

“good girl.” luke whispers to her. luke’s hands roam all over her body, delicately kissing each crevasse he passes. “waited like a good girl, didn’t we.” he tells her, now towering over her. 

y/n looks up at luke, she’s smiling, waiting for him to give her his worst. “gonna be good for you the whole night, no sass either.” she tells him. luke raises a brow at her, not sure if she’s being 100% serious or not. and y/n is, she’s waited all night for luke, she’s not gonna fuck it up within the first couple of minutes. 

luke takes the rest of her dress off, letting her hair fall down her back. her nipples pebble immediately from the cold hotel air. she’s waiting patiently for luke, ankles crossed, hands held, just waiting for her next instruction. “tell me about one of the scenarios that kept your mind occupied the whole night.” he finally says, holding her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. 

her expression changes quickly, not sure of what to say. she could tell him about her dream, she could tell him to fuck her on the desk, in the chair… “y/n, i asked you a question.” luke snaps his fingers in her face. her eyes find luke’s again, staring at him with nothing to say. 

“i-i, well, i had a d-dream,” she finally stutters out. luke smiles at her, waiting for her to continue as he moves down her body. he kisses every inch of her, his fingers fluttering dangerously close to her pussy. she pauses. 

“keep going, angel, i wanna hear about your dream,” luke says. y/n takes a deep breath. 

“well first, the scene is different, it’s not on the bed,” she says, somewhat giggling. luke hums and starts kissing the inside of her thigh. she freezes her movements, and continues, “and you were holding me,” she stops talking when she feels luke kiss her clit. 

luke’s still interested, but he wants to hear her moan instead. he takes her clit into his mouth, sucking harshly. he holds her thighs open, diving into her wet cunt. he starts licking her clit fast, teasing her hole with his finger. she whines and pushes her hips further into luke. he wraps his arms around her waist, keeping her still. his lips let go of her clit, seeing how red and needy her pussy is to cum. 

he takes his fingers and starts rubbing her clit harshly. y/n’s hips flex down, feeling her lower stomach ache. luke spits on her pussy, seeing how desperate she is to cum. y/n arches her back, her thighs twitching as she feels herself releasing all over luke. she attempts to push his hand away, but she fails. luke takes his fingers off her clit, and he swears he saw it twitch a few good times. 

thank god her subconscious tells her. she giggles at that. “what’s so funny?” luke asks. 

she shakes her head, trying to conceal her smile, “n-nothing.” 

luke raises an eyebrow at her again, and unbuckles his pants immediately. he takes his cock out, his tip begging for some attention. y/n didn’t even notice the droplet of spit luke dropped on her pussy. he rubs his cock through her folds, gaining back her attention. he grabs her hips and sets her down on his cock by his pleasure. y/n feels like luke is taking forever to fuck her, and he is. he just wants to see her work for it, that’s all. with enough pleading, she can get luke to do all the work. 

“please! just hurry up!” she repeats from earlier. luke smacks one of her tits, hard enough to see light fingerprints. “ouchie,” she pouts and her shoulders cave in. 

“ouchie,” luke mocks her. the grip he has on her waist tightens, “you want me to hurry? i can hurry, angel, but that just means you won’t be getting off any sooner than before.” he spits at her. he’s basically picking up her hips at this point, slamming in and out of her harshly. 

y/n grips luke’s forearms, “i-i wanna get off too! please,” she begs him. 

“me first, angel,” luke moans. he watches how quick he is slipping in and out of y/n’s tight, wet hole. she’s been wet all day, her walls are so plushy that luke feels like he could settle his cock there forever. “fuck,” he groans, slapping her thigh, “so fucking wet.” 

luke lets go of her hips and intertwines his fingers with hers. their foreheads are pressed against each others, and y/n can’t look up from how luke’s cock slides in and out of her. luke is desperately chasing his high, and he needs more from y/n. he quickly licks two of his fingers and starts rubbing fast circles on her clit. 

“oh, yes, please,” she moans, throwing her head back. luke catches her lips and a whine gets caught in her throat. y/n is quick to take her lips off of luke’s. “please, i want it, so bad,” she begs. luke grabs her face so hard she opens her eyes. 

“what did i say about being greedy?” he spits at her. she whines and throws her head back, not wanting to deal with it right now. her hips continued moving when she felt his slow down. she didn’t care about being greedy, she cared about luke cumming so she could. 

y/n shakes her head, “n-no, please luke-“ 

“‘please luke’ what? hmm?” he grabs her face again, looking at how glossy her eyes are and not a single thought behind them. “you know what, open your mouth.” he demands her. she pouts at him and opens her mouth. he spits in her mouth, and she swallows it immediately. “good girl, that’s the first thing you’ve done right all night.” he says, finally fucking back into her. 

she holds her thighs back, hearing the sound of skin slapping echo in the room. her walls tighten around luke’s cock, waiting for him to release. her pussy pushes back on his cock, making it slip out of her completely. his tip is leaking with cum. he slips his cock right back into y/n’s pussy. 

her body completely opens up to luke. “i need you,” she gasps into his skin. “i need you now.” she says. luke watches her twist and squirm below him, and he takes her hips in his hands, smacking her harder against his cock, making her sore pussy ache. luke pulls y/n roughly against him, their bodies colliding. 

once her hips shift away from his, luke’s grip becomes harder. “you’ll take every inch,” he snarls, his eyes now glazed over. 

“hmm,” she moans, knowing the time’s getting closer. her pussy holds on tight to luke’s cock, her stomach boiling, hands in fists. 

“every. inch.” he says, sinking his cock as deep inside her he could. y/n’s body shutters as she feels her orgasm leave her, the bottom of her stomach now filled with butterflies. she brings her thighs to her stomach, somewhat holding herself, and letting luke know she needs a second to recover. he’s towering over her, brushing the stray hairs out of her face. her pats her cheek twice, making her head turn towards him. 

eyes flutter open, her pupils taking up her whole eye once she opens them. she lets luke open her legs back up, her pussy raw and sensitive to anything. luke smirks when his fingers get just a little too close for y/n’s liking and her thighs close. she slaps him lightly, “not funny.” she pouts. 

luke lays on his side facing her now, intertwining their legs so he can still sink his cock into her pussy. he doesn’t, though, both of them need a second. he drags his fingertips across her top leg, making her hips flex. her pussy hovering over luke’s cock, barely. she refrains from running her folds on his cock. luke goes back to brush her hair out of her face, trying to detangle it as much as he can, he knows y/n hates that. 

y/n leans up to kiss luke. she lets her lips do all the talking, going at luke’s rhythm. luke settles his hand on y/n’s hips, pulling her in slightly. her hand travels down his body, stopping when she feels her fingers brush the tip of his cock. his breath now hitches, and y/n smiles. her hand dances on his waist, teasing him with how close she gets. he’s getting sick of her game. 

luke grabs her hips tightly, moving her on top of him. luke doesn’t let her sit down on his cock, he brings her until her pussy is flush with his tongue. he brings y/n down to her knees, and she’s refusing to sit all her weight on luke. he takes her clit into his mouth, sucking harshly. she squeals, moving her hips, but luke’s grip is too strong for her to actually move. 

she looks up, seeing the headboard of the hotel bed, and grabs it. when she peaks down, luke’s eyes are closed, indulged in her pussy. her thighs are now squeezing lightly against the side of luke’s head. she hovers barely over luke’s mouth and he starts flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue. 

“ahh, yes, don’t stop,” she moans. it’s not short after luke has her gliding against his tongue. she feels embarrassed, and whines at luke. he doesn’t want to lift his head for a second, not until she’s shaking. he smacks her ass instead as his answer to her whine. she feels the tip of her orgasm, and she needs luke to get her there. her pussy hovers over him again, and he goes back to flicking her clit with the tip of tongue. the fire is so deep in her stomach, she doesn’t feel luke’s nails digging on the inside of her thighs. 

her hips flex towards the headboard, and luke pushes her hips back with his thumbs. his tongue is moving as fast as he possibly can make it go. y/n’s quick to grab fistfuls of luke’s hair, pulling it as she feels herself fall forwards. she’s still sitting up though. “please, please, please!” she shouts. the insides of her thighs become drenched with her arousal, and luke’s chin is glistening with it too. he’s still between her thighs, she has to pull him off of her. 

luke starts to sit up, bringing y/n down as he situated himself. his cock is rock hard again. he’s quick to grab her by the back of her hair and bring her to kiss him. he thinks of how he wants them next while y/n is trying to kiss luke back. she’s thinking of how can she let luke give her a quick breather. y/n’s body starts to lean back, but luke places a hand on her lower back, pulling her back in towards him. her lips detach themselves from luke’s, pink and bruised. she sets her forehead on his shoulder, taking three deep breaths. 

“come on, angel, you can take it.” luke grips her hips, assisting her in sliding him inside of her wet, plushy walls. they both moaned when she was sat down fully on luke’s cock. 

“you feel so good,” y/n groans as she rolls her hips in circles, keeping luke inside of her. her brow furrowed as she fucked him and felt him rub her insides. her body became so hot, she got goosebumps. luke throws his head back, seeing his adam’s apple gulp, her walls clench tightly around his cock. she has her hands settled on both of his shoulders, hearing as he lets out grunts that fluttered inside y/n. 

“oh, you know how to fuck me,” luke breaths as y/n’s hips move faster. her pussy is sliding up and down on his cock, with ease. y/n feels pleasure wash over her and with how luke was talking to her, let her orgasm build up. “just like that, angel, don’t stop moving— that’s right,” he groans. his eyes slid back, and he flung back his head. his jaw clenched, panting heavily as y/n continued to slam into him. everything in her hurt, but not in a bad way. she knows this is what she asked for, and luke was doing everything to her, it hurt so bad, she may just pass out. 

her thighs were violently shaking from every single thing her body was taking. tears welled up in her eyes as she bites down on luke’s shoulder below her. “what’s wrong now, angel?” luke huffed, snapping his neck back up to look at her. he holds her back to watch his cock delve in and out of her. “this is what you wanted, right? look at you, a fuckin’ mess.” 

“i — need to cum, luke, plea—“ she cries out as luke snapped his hips, pumping his cock deep inside of her, “i can’t hold it anymore!” 

“you have been whining all fucking night. every conversation, someone had to snap their fingers at you to get your head out of the clouds,” luke tsked. he grabs her hair again, pulling her back so he can look at her. his thumb drags itself across her lips, playing with them. she takes his thumb inside her mouth, sucking on it lazily. he watches as y/n’s eyes open and close in a cycle. he takes his thumb out of her mouth and moves it down to rub her clit. 

a moan leaves her lips, neither of them can tell what it means, her mind completely fogged up. her clit is pulsing under luke’s touch. “cum for me, angel, let go,” luke mumbles, riding her last orgasm out. she let out a soft moan, all she could hear was white noise. she was shaking so much, she closed her legs tightly around his hips. her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her head rolled from one side to the other. luke let out a hiss, gripping her hips, slamming his cock into her over and over again until he felt himself cum long, thick ropes. 

once her body rode out the orgasm, she felt like she was liquid in luke’s lap. he pulled out of her, hearing a soft gasp from y/n as she felt all the cum drip down of out her pussy. she curled up into luke, half asleep already. he brushes the hair out of her face again, detangling it for her. “did so good for me, angel.” he tells her and kisses her forehead. she hears him, but she still feels like her ears are ringing. “you okay?” he asks her. 

y/n opens her eyes, barely, and smiles at luke. she nods her head, and she can still feel her pussy throbbing. “let’s go take a bath, we can use everything that the hotel set out for us.” luke tells her. she gives luke a gentle kiss. 

“just a bath.” y/n says faintly. 

[kaleidoscopecth]

A Flower Bud In Concrete

MDNI

pairing: ashton irwin x hemmings!reader

summary: a surprising reaction to a negative pregnancy test has you and ashton discovering some new kinks

warnings: absolute filth be warned, heavy breeding kink, dirty talk, slight oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum play, fingering, hair pulling, choking, mentions of COVID-19

word count: 5.9k

title: more by halsey

a/n: LAWD it’s about damn fucking time i write for ashton. the things i would let him do to me YOU DONT GET IT. anyway this is absolutely the filthiest thing i have ever written and i love it, huge thank you to a special someone for helping me out w this, your filthy brain never ceases to amaze me. anyways, hope you guys enjoy some filthy quarantine (post?) smut with black haired ashton because i loved writing it

also, this was inspired by @souperbloom and their AMAZING ashton blurb “island time” which you NEED to read.

Copyright © 2025 kaleidoscopecth. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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The word messy didn’t even begin to describe your life. It was almost comical, the way everything had derailed so quickly—like the universe had yanked the rug out from under you, leaving you to scramble in the aftermath.

Your mind spun as you sat in your car, staring at the unopened test on the passenger seat. The small box seemed to glare back at you, taunting you with the weight of fear it carried. Just looking at it made your stomach churn, flashes of a future you didn’t dare let yourself imagine creeping into your thoughts. You shoved them away just as quickly, refusing to let yourself hope for something that felt so far out of reach.

Your phone sat untouched on your lap, the weight of it somehow heavier than it should have been. You hadn’t even pulled out of the driveway yet, but the thought of what you were about to do made you want to retreat into the safety of your car forever. With shaky hands, you picked it up, your fingers hovering over the screen before you numbly dialed the number you dreaded.

Ashton, of course, didn’t take long to answer. He picked up on the second ring, his voice bright and cheerful as always. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, the smile in his tone almost palpable. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you today. You coming over? ‘Cause if so, I should probably clean—”

“You don’t have to clean up anything,” you interrupted, your voice sharper than you intended as you bit down on your bottom lip. You stared at your lap, the words you needed to say catching in your throat. Finally, you forced them out. “I have a test… I’m late. And, uh, I figured I should be with you when I figure out why.”

The other end of the line went silent, the lack of response from Ashton tightening the knot of stress already coiled in your chest. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, waiting, the quiet stretching unbearably.

“Does Luke know?” he asked at last, clearing his throat as if trying to sound casual.

You shut your eyes, frustration flaring at the mention of your little brother. “Why the hell would he know if he has no idea about us?”

“Right, right,” Ashton groaned, his tone sheepish. There was a pause before he continued, softer now. “Okay, well… I’ll see you soon, alright? You’ll take the test, and we’ll figure it out from there. Just like we always do.”

His voice was so kind, so gentle and reassuring that you could almost cry. “Okay,” you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper as you let out the breath you had been holding.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he reassured, the nickname falling off his lips without any hesitation. It sounded almost natural, and it definitely made your stomach tighten. “Everything will be fine.”

You frowned, looking out your window and taking in the relatively sunny day. “Yeah, I guess so,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

Ashton shifted in the other line. “Drive safe.”

The call hung up with a soft click after that, leaving you once again in anxious silence. You threw your head back against the seat, letting out a long, defeated sigh as your hands came up to grip the wheel.

You first met Ashton when he was just a scrawny kid with hair that swooped over his eyes—your little brother’s annoying friend. Despite being only a year older than him, his friendship with Luke made him feel much younger in your eyes.

When your acting career started taking off, you didn’t give Ashton—or anyone else from those days—much thought. At least, not until their cute little YouTube covers got discovered and their band skyrocketed to fame. Thanks to your close relationship with Luke, you began seeing more of his bandmates.

Ashton always lingered a little closer than the others, his nervous energy unmistakable. The rest of the boys treated you like their older sister—occasionally annoying, but familiar and comfortable. It was obvious Ashton’s feelings were different, but you never dwelled on it.

Not when you met Daniel. He was everything you thought you wanted—kind, charming, and effortlessly sweet. You’d been hesitant at first, unsure if your feelings would match his, but he quickly swept you off your feet.

For nearly five years, the two of you were happy together. Everyone in your life adored him—even Jack, who could be overbearing at times, warmed to him easily.

He was everything to you, his smile brighter than the sun itself. Daniel had shown you a new side of life, filling it with warmth and the promise of forever. But promises are fragile things, and eventually, he broke his—leaving you shattered and alone to gather the pieces of your broken heart.

As if that wasn’t enough, the world began to crumble around you. Whispers of a new illness dominated every conversation, and soon enough, isolation became your reality. Alone in your home, with no one for company but your own thoughts, you struggled to hold on. Work had slowed to a crawl, and seeing friends was too risky.

Ashton had always been the kind of person who would give you the shirt off his back without hesitation. His compassion extended to everyone in his orbit, always checking in to make sure they were okay. So when your phone lit up with his call, something inside you broke.

You poured your heart out, tears spilling as he listened to every word of your pain. He let you cry, soothing you with soft words and a patient ear. You felt terrible about it—he’d only been calling to check in out of kindness, not to become a makeshift therapist.

You apologized over and over, feeling guilty for taking up his time, insisting that what you really needed was professional help. But Ashton wouldn’t hear of it. He reassured you, his voice firm yet gentle, that it was no trouble at all. “I’m happy to listen,” he said. And you believed him.

That’s how it started—a strange kind of pen-pal relationship born out of quarantine. It became rare for you not to be on the phone with Ashton. What began as conversations about Daniel and your heartbreak gradually turned into something lighter. You talked about life, movies you’d seen, and the places you’d go when the world opened up again.

One night, during one of your usual calls, Ashton said something that made your breath hitch. His voice, normally so confident, was uncharacteristically shy.

“Yeah, so… basically,” he started, hesitating for a moment. “I only called you. At first, anyway. I was bored out of my mind, sitting in the house with nothing to do. And—I don’t know—I just found myself dialing your number. I’m glad I did.”

That confession had shifted something inside you. Ashton—who had always just been Ashton—suddenly became something else entirely. You started noticing the little things: the way his cheeks dimpled when he smiled, how a stray black curl would occasionally fall over his face, or the intense focus in his eyes when he drummed.

When restrictions eased, your friendship transitioned from FaceTime calls to in-person hangouts. Being around Ashton felt surprisingly effortless. He had a way of calming your nerves with a joke or a warm smile, and sometimes, you couldn’t help but notice how his touch lingered just a little longer than necessary.

One night, the two of you got carried away, talking late into the night.

“Shit,” you groaned, glancing at the time on your phone. “It’s so late.”

Ashton just smiled, shifting closer to you on the sofa. His eyes were red from the blunt you’d shared earlier, but they still sparkled with that familiar brightness. “So stay,” he said casually. “I don’t see why you should go.”

The thought of returning to your lonely house made your stomach sink. Staying with Ashton, basking in the warmth of his company, felt like the only right choice. But one thing was clear: if you stayed, if your eyes kept flicking to his lips, you would do something you might regret.

And you told him that.

Maybe it was the weed loosening your tongue, or maybe it was the way Ashton looked so unfairly good in his old muscle tee and shorts, but the words spilled out before you could stop them.

To your surprise, Ashton’s lips curved into a slow, teasing smirk. “What if I want you to?” he murmured, leaning impossibly closer. His hand lifted to your face, his fingers lightly tracing along your jaw and down your neck. His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your heart race.

So you gave into your innermost desires and kissed him. And he kissed you back.

The next thing you knew, you were a tangle of limbs on the carpet, the crackling fire casting shadows of your moving bodies across the room as muffled moans filled the space.

That’s how it started—how your unconventional relationship began. You’d made it clear from the beginning that you wanted to take things slow, unsure if moving on from Daniel so soon was the right decision. You and Ashton agreed to keep things casual for now, just hooking up and seeing where it led.

Another mutual decision was to keep your arrangement private—especially from Luke. Your little brother had always been harmless, and you weren’t worried he’d be angry about your relationship with Ashton. But you didn’t want to get his hopes up either. Luke would’ve been over the moon if he found out his best friend and his sister were together, so until you both were certain about where this was headed, Luke would remain in the dark.

For a few months, it worked seamlessly. Life had started to regain a semblance of normalcy as the year drew to a close. That was until your period decided to throw you a curveball.

The drive to Ashton’s place was filled with anxious thoughts and worst-case scenarios playing on a loop in your mind. By the time you pulled up to his house, your hands were clammy from gripping the steering wheel, and the box of pregnancy tests in your lap felt heavier than it should.

You rang the doorbell, clutching the box tightly as if it were a lifeline. Ashton took a few seconds to answer, but when he opened the door, his warm smile melted a fraction of your fear.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he greeted, pulling you in by the waist and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. His easy affection steadied you, if only for a moment.

“Hey, Ash,” you murmured, your voice barely audible against his lips. Pulling back slightly, you met his gaze, searching for any sign of unease or irritation. All you found was concern and affection in his hazel eyes.

Ashton frowned, his hand coming up to cradle your face. His thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone, and he gave you that signature reassuring smile. “Go take the test. Whatever it says, we’ll figure it out together.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning forward to rest your head against his chest. For a moment, you allowed yourself to stay there, wrapped in the safety of his arms, wishing you could freeze time and keep the weight of reality at bay.

But you couldn’t hide forever. Reluctantly, you pulled back, giving him a weak, trembling smile. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I’ll see you on the other side, Y/N,” Ashton replied with a small nod, his voice steady as he let you go.

With your heart pounding, you walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You avoided your reflection in the mirror, unwilling to face the physical manifestation of your nerves.

Hands shaking, you unwrapped the first test and let out a deep, uneven sigh. The whole thing felt absurdly humiliating—peeing on a stick to determine the course of your future. In another situation, you might have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

But this wasn’t that kind of moment.

You capped the test and placed it on the sink, refusing to look at it as the seconds ticked by and the result formed. There was no use in dwelling on it, or stalling the results, so with a deep breath, you reached out and shakily grabbed the test.

Not pregnant.

The words were blunt and stark, staring back at you with an unrelenting certainty. Yet, a sudden surge of denial hit you. That couldn’t be possible, could it?

You had expected relief to come with those two words, but it didn’t. Instead, tears pricked at your eyes, and you slumped onto the closed toilet seat, unable to tear your gaze away from the test in your trembling hand.

How insane did you have to be to feel sad over a negative pregnancy test? The thought rattled in your mind as a quiet sob escaped your lips.

You had always wanted kids—or at least one. The idea of becoming a mother had been a dream you carried for as long as you could remember. It was a dream that had, in part, torn your relationship with Daniel to shreds. He had made it abundantly clear he didn’t want kids, especially not when you and he had faced a similar predicament.

But you did. You wanted one with everything in you.

Your chest tightened as you shut your eyes tightly, trying to push away the ache clawing at your heart. Maybe it was for the best, you told yourself. After all, you and Ashton hadn’t even defined the status of your relationship. You hadn’t dared to dream of having that kind of conversation, let alone one about kids.

Still, the weight of disappointment was unbearable as you wiped your face and mustered the strength to walk out of the bathroom. Ashton was standing a few feet away, leaning against the wall, nervously biting his nails.

His gaze snapped to you the moment you appeared, his body straightening as he pushed off the wall. He looked tense, his brows slightly furrowed, his hands fidgeting.

“Well?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly with the anxiety he was trying to mask.

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to keep any trace of emotion out of your voice. “I’m not pregnant,” you said evenly, squaring your shoulders as you met his eyes.

For a moment, Ashton’s expression softened, something flickering across his face that you couldn’t quite place. But then, to your utter surprise, you caught a glimpse of disappointment.

Your eyebrows shot up in shock as you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, your protective wall snapping into place.

“Let’s have a kid,” Ashton breathed, the words tumbling out as if he hadn’t thought twice. His eyes locked onto yours, wide and earnest, his tone full of sincerity.

You drew in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly, your mind struggling to process what he’d just said. There was no way he could possibly mean it.

“Ashton,” you said incredulously, your tone laced with disbelief, “we just lost our shit thinking I might be pregnant. And besides”—your voice rose slightly as your confusion gave way to frustration—“we’re not even together. Not really.”

Ashton shook his head, closing the distance between you in a few determined strides. His hands cupped your face, his breath warm and slightly uneven. “We are now,” he murmured, an excited gleam lighting up his hazel eyes. “So let’s have a kid. You and me.”

For a moment, you were frozen, staring at him in stunned disbelief. This had to be some kind of sick joke. Who in their right mind would randomly decide to have a baby on a whim—especially with someone they were just casually hooking up with?

But then again, there had never been anything truly casual about you and Ashton. Not the way his touch lingered, how his kisses felt like promises, or how his presence made everything seem softer, lighter, easier. It had always been more than either of you admitted aloud.

His gaze stayed locked on yours, wide and earnest, as if begging you to say yes.

“You were freaking out,” you whispered, though the fight had already left your voice. Deep down, you were searching for any sign that Ashton might back out of this sudden decision, that he might have second thoughts.

Instead, he just shrugged, his lips curving into a soft, hopeful smile. “I was,” he admitted. “But then I started thinking—I love you, Y/N. I always have, and I always will. And even though this isn’t the most conventional way, I’d love to make something real with you. And that something?” His voice dropped, full of quiet conviction. “It definitely involves a baby.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your brows furrowing as you tried to process his words. Who in their right mind would agree to this?

Apparently, that someone was you.

“Okay,” you said, your voice soft but steady, a spark of excitement rising to the surface and chasing away your fear. “Let’s have a baby.”

Ashton’s face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy. He let out a triumphant whoop, his hands moving to your waist as he lifted you effortlessly, spinning you in the air. Laughter bubbled out of you, breathless and giddy, as the weight of uncertainty slipped away, replaced by something far more exhilarating.

“I love you too,” you mumbled breathlessly as Ashton set you down gently. You were still giddy, your mind flashing with images of your possible new future. Your hands came up to Ashton’s shoulders, watching him.

His hands lingered at your waist for a second, his eyes softening even more. His smile was radiant, lighting up the room, and he looked almost boyish. Your heart swelled in your chest as you looked at him.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” you breathed, nervous laughter bubbling up inside you. “We’re really going to do this?”

Ashton laughed, leaning his forehead against yours. “We’re doing this,” he confirmed, his voice sure and steady. He brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb briefly brushing over your bottom lip. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

A faint blush krept up your cheeks, the words lighting a fire inside you that was almost surprising in its intensity. You should have been scared, after all, your life was going to forever be altered, but it was exhilarating.

”What now?” you asked softly, your fingers absentmindedly brushing through Ashton's hair. The jet-black color suited him far more than you wanted to admit, and the sight of him like this-confident, certain, and utterly yours-sent a thrill down your spine. “Where do we even start?”

Ashton's eyes darkened, his lips curving into a devilish smirk as his gaze locked with yours. “We start by making that baby, of course,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. The playful elation in his tone had shifted, replaced by something deeper, more primal.

The heat in his voice sent a shiver racing through you, and you swallowed hard, excitement and nerves dancing in your chest.

Ashton didn't wait for you to respond. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was demanding and all-consuming, leaving no room for second-guessing. His arms tightened around your waist, holding you flush against him as his lips moved against yours with practiced skill. You melted into his touch, your hands threading into his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low groan from him.

Ashton coaxed your lips open with teasing nips and soft bites, his tongue sweeping over yours, tasting you like he couldn't get enough. A muffled moan escaped you as you felt him lift you effortlessly, his grip firm but careful as he carried you through the room.

The world tilted slightly, and before you could process where he was taking you, your back met the cool surface of the kitchen counter. You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, smirking as your eyes met his. “The kitchen, Ash? Can't even wait until the bedroom?”

“Too far,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with need. “Need you now.”

Before you could respond, you heard the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing. Your jaw dropped as you looked down to see your shirt now hanging in shreds, the pieces slipping from your shoulders. “Ashton!” you gasped, half-laughing, half-scolding. “You ripped my shirt!”

He pulled back briefly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “It was mine first,” he said nonchalantly, his mouth returning to your neck to leave a trail of kisses. “You can steal another one later.”

You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of you, though it quickly turned into a sharp gasp when his lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, making your breath hitch. His hands roamed your body freely, sliding up your back to unclasp your bra with practiced ease.

When his calloused hands cupped your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, a soft groan escaped your lips. Ashton took it as encouragement, his fingers teasing your nipple. His mouth followed soon after, trailing hot kisses down your chest before capturing your nipple between his lips.

Your head fell back as he gently nipped at it with his teeth, a moan spilling from you.

Meanwhile, his other hand began its slow descent down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. “God, you're gonna look so pretty, all full of my cum,” he growled against your skin, tugging the fabric of your shorts down your legs.

Ashton's mouth continued its heated journey down your body, every inch of you humming with anticipation. The thought of him finishing inside you sent a thrill through you that you couldn't deny, and as he kissed along your stomach, pausing at your hip bone, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

When he looked up, his hazel eyes were dark and glassy with lust. His teeth caught the edge of your underwear, and you let out a soft gasp as he began to pull them down, agonizingly slow.

Ashton let your underwear fall to the floor, his hands gentle as he spread your thighs apart. His lips parted slightly as he took in the sight of you, laid out on the kitchen counter, wet and glistening just for him. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, quickly yanking off his sweater and tossing it somewhere in the room without a second thought.

His hands slid up your thighs with deliberate slowness, his touch sending shivers through your body. He traced a single finger along your folds, biting his lip as he collected your arousal. “You're so pretty for me,” he murmured, voice husky. “Such a pretty pussy.”

When his finger slipped inside you, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, and your back arched off the counter instinctively. Heat flooded through you as he added a second finger, curling them just right, finding that spot inside you with practiced precision. A loud moan spilled from your throat, your body trembling under his touch.

His lips found your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin, marking you without hesitation. “Since we're telling everyone we're together now,” he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against your skin, “I'm gonna make sure they know. You're mine.”

“I'm yours,” you whimpered, your voice breathless and needy as his fingers sped up, your legs shaking with the intensity of it all. If he kept this up, you wouldn't last much longer.

Ashton hummed in satisfaction, his lips curving into a smile against your neck.“That's right, baby. You're mine. Gonna fill you up to the brim, put a baby inside you. Isn't that right, pretty?”

You nodded frantically, tugging at his hair for something to ground yourself. His words only spurred you on, the heat in your core building to a fever pitch. But just as you were about to tip over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and desperate.

A frustrated whine escaped your lips as you propped yourself up on your elbows, ready to protest. But your words died in your throat when you saw Ashton hastily kicking off his jeans.

When he pulled down his black boxers, freeing himself, your eyes widened. You had been with Ashton countless times, but he had never looked so painfully hard. His cock stood thick and ready, the tip an angry shade of red, glistening with his own arousal.

Before you could fully process the sight before you, Ashton's hands were on your hips, pulling you off the counter. He gave you no chance to protest, spinning you around and bending you over the cold surface.

“You're gonna take all of me,” Ashton growled, his voice low and commanding as he lined himself up with you. “And you're gonna love every second of it. Be a good girl for me. Good girls get my cum.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your hands gripped the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles turned white. “I’ll be a good girl,” you gasped, your voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Ash. I want you to fill me up. Please.”

A smirk played on his lips as his hand slid around your waist and down between your legs, his fingers expertly teasing your clit.

The sensation sent shockwaves through you, making your knees buckle slightly. Your moans grew louder as Ashton ran the tip of his cock along your entrance, the teasing driving you to the brink.

“Beg for it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dominance, his fingers working you mercilessly. Every nerve in your body was alight, your need for him consuming every thought.

“Please,” you cried, your voice breaking into a small sob. “I need you, Ash. Fill me up, stretch me out, put a baby in me—please, I'm begging you.”

Ashton groaned low in his throat at your words, his control slipping as he finally pushed into you, slow and deliberate. “That's my good girl,” he rasped, his grip on your waist tightening as he buried himself inside you inch by inch. “And you're gonna take every single bit of me, aren't you?”

The stretch of Ashton finally filling you up was overwhelming, nearly enough to tip you over the edge instantly. You didn't know how you'd gotten so worked up, but as he buried himself to the hilt, the sensation was so intense tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimpered, your voice trembling. Ashton's hand trailed up your back, settling around the back of your neck, his grip firm but not overwhelming.

“Yeah? You like being stretched out like this?” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal, his hips unmoving as he stayed buried deep. “You're so fucking tight, baby. You feel so good wrapped around me. I'm gonna come so hard for you, so deep.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your frustration building as Ashton still refused to move. His free hand roamed down your body, squeezing your hip before pulling back and landing a sharp slap on your ass.

The sting sent a jolt through your body, making you clench around him involuntarily. Ashton groaned low in his throat, the sound deep and guttural. “God, I wish you could see yourself right now,” he muttered, smirking as he delivered another sharp smack to your ass. This time, the moan that escaped you was loud and unrestrained. “So pretty, bent over a counter for me, taking me so well.”

You nodded eagerly, your eyes squeezed shut, every nerve in your body focused on the feeling of Ashton filling you. “You're so warm,” he groaned, his hips shifting just slightly. “I need to hear you. Every gasp, every moan— want it all. If you hold back from me, baby, you'll regret it. Got it?”

The threat sent a shiver down your spine. His earlier promise not to finish inside you if you misbehaved hung heavy in your mind, the thought alone making your chest tighten with desperation. “Fuck me,” you begged, your voice shaky and whiny. “Please, Ash, just move already.”

Ashton let out a low chuckle, dark and taunting. “So needy, aren't you, sweetheart?” he teased, his words dripping with smug amusement. Before you could respond, he pulled out of you slowly, the sensation drawing a loud moan from your lips.

“Don't whine,” he chided, his tone sharp but playful. “You're gonna take what I give you.”

But mercifully, Ashton seemed to decide your torture had gone on long enough. On his next thrust, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, the sudden force stealing the air from your lungs. A yelp tore from your throat as his hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back slightly.

Ashton set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against yours with every thrust. The lewd sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with your loud, uncontrollable moans. The delicious friction he created with each movement made your legs shake, the intensity overwhelming.

“That's it, good girl,” Ashton purred, his voice dripping with approval. “You take me so well. Can't wait till you're all round and pretty for me,”he murmured, his thrusts growing harder, more deliberate. “All mine. My perfect little cum slut.”

The possessive tone in his voice made your entire body shudder. His hand tugged at your hair again, pulling you upright and flush against his chest. His other hand slid up to knead your breasts, his fingers tweaking and teasing your nipples as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

One hand slowly slid up to your neck, wrapping around it gently before applying just enough pressure to make your head spin. The dizziness only heightened the pleasure coursing through you, amplifying every sensation.

But Ashton didn't hold for long. His hand eased away, and your hearing slowly returned as you gasped for breath. He released your nipple and pushed you back down onto the counter, his voice low and rough. “So fucking perfect,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair again, using it for leverage as he pounded into you harder.

The heat of his movements, his filthy words, and the way he dominated every inch of your body brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans and whimpers grew louder, each pull of his hand in your hair sending a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure rippling through you.

“Baby, I'm close—” you choked out, your voice breaking with need.

“Yeah?” Ashton rasped, his hips never losing their relentless rhythm. One hand slid between your legs, finding your clit and teasing it with quick, precise circles. The intensity made your breath hitch, and he leaned in, his voice dark and commanding. “Come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how much you love my cock.”

You couldn't hold back. Between his unforgiving thrusts, his dirty words, and the way his fingers worked you with expert precision, the pressure inside you finally snapped. A loud cry tore from your throat as you came, your entire body trembling violently with the force of your release.

Ashton's lips brushed your ear as you shook beneath him. “Just like that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers never faltering even as your body slowly began to come down from its high.

“Ashton,” you gasped, your legs trembling uncontrollably. “Fill me up, baby. Please— need your cum.”

His breathing was ragged, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “I'm close, baby,” he groaned, his hand slipping away from your clit to grip your hips tightly. His movements grew sloppy, and he buried himself deeper with each thrust. “I'm gonna come so deep inside you. Gonna fill you up, make you mine, put a baby in you.”

It didn't take long before Ashton's rhythm faltered, and he let out a broken whimper of your name. His body shuddered as he spilled into you, the warmth of him flooding your core just as he'd promised. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, each twitch of his cock making you moan softly.

For a moment, the two of you stood there, completely still except for your heaving breaths. The only sound filling the kitchen was the ragged symphony of your labored gasps. Your body felt boneless, leaning heavily against the counter to stay upright.

Ashton pressed soft kisses along your shoulder blades, his warm breath fanning your damp skin and making you shiver. “You’re gonna look so hot as a mum,” he teased with a lazy smirk, slowly pulling out of you.

You whined at the sudden emptiness, the loss of him leaving you aching. Before you could protest, Ashton turned you around and lifted you onto the counter. The cold marble against your bare skin sent a jolt through your body as he gently spread your legs wide.

His eyes glittered as he took in the sight of his release dripping from your core. “Can't let any of this go to waste,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

With deliberate care, he slid a finger along your sensitive clit, making you gasp sharply. Then, without hesitation, he pushed a finger inside, catching the white ribbons threatening to spill out and gently pressing them back into you.

The overstimulation had your legs shaking again, and you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him work with hooded eyes. Every touch sent sparks shooting through you, and the satisfaction on his face as he ensured none of his release escaped made you ache for him all over again.

Ashton knelt before you, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint before he leaned in, running a slow, deliberate stripe along your core with his tongue. His movements were unhurried, carefully cleaning you up without disturbing the evidence of his release too much. He only lapped up the small traces that had escaped, trailing down your thighs.

When he was satisfied, he pulled back, the soft sound of his lips parting making you shiver. Rising to his full height, he grinned widely, his expression smug and satisfied. You returned his smile with a lazy one of your own, reaching up to tug him down into a soft, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips, your voice tender. “And this was... definitely fun.”

Ashton pulled away just enough to meet your gaze, his grin morphing into a playful smirk. “I love you,” he began, his tone laced with mischief, “and about that…”

His hand slipped down between his legs, stroking his still semi-hard cock until it stood at full attention once again. Your breath hitched as you watched him, speechless, as he lined himself up with you once more. With an achingly slow push, he slid back inside you, making both of you groan at the sensation.

Your arms gave out beneath you, leaving you fully leaning against the counter. “Gotta make sure it all stays in there,” Ashton murmured, his voice low and strained. His hips rolled gently, his eyes fixed on where your bodies joined. “Give me a few, and we'll go again. Maybe even one more time after that.”

A soft laugh escaped you, the movement causing your walls to flutter around him.

Ashton let out a deep groan at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice breathy but teasing. “We can do this as much as you want.”

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[aussiexlovexaffair]

bf!calum who is trying to get a snap to send to you to be cute, but his friends are interrupting him. luke is in charge of holding the camera and he keeps shaking it, michael is behind him doing perverted gestures to make calum laugh, and ash is interrupting his speech every other word.

"hey, babe. i'm here in Paris—" "who is this going to?" calum glances over at ashton, furrowing his brows a little. "it's going to y/n—"

"hi, y/n!!"

"hiya!!!"

"hey, y/n!"

he places his hands on his hips and huffs a little. "can you guys shut up? i'm trying to be romantic." michael snickers from behind the camera. "you're gunna get your lip cut by the thorne." under the camera, calum flips the boy off. "anyway, i'm in Paris as you can tell, wishing that—" "does the stem taste like the flower does? like, does it taste like roses or does it taste like stem?" ashton blurts out again, making the brunet groan and nod his head towards him to signal that he needs to shut up. A chorus of teenage boy giggles chime in and he finally breaks. "you can try it yourself after the video, shut up! and luke, hold the camera steady, jesus, and michael— for the love of god—, stop pretending you're jacking off, I can't concentrate!" but the outburst doesn't make their laughter and harder, and now he's just staring at Luke behind the camera with a stern "don't you join in" look, but even his lips are turning up into a little grin and at some point, calum just waves him off. "just send whatever you got, you're all hopeless."

[calumscaramel]

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Baby boy and his guitar 🥹🎸

[passthe5sos]

They’re so cool they should start a band!

[ughkat]

hi! could you write calum x reader where calum has a crush on her and ashton exposes his crush on her during a live or something?

pls and thank u

i might do a part two of this idk 😳

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crush | c.t.h

calum x fem!reader

part two here

got excited writing this sorry ab the lengthiness!

alcohol, swearing

not proofread

"I'm heading over right now."

"We'll be here.".

I finished my phone call to Ashton, who had just minutes ago invited me for a routine hangout with him and the other three boys.

My friendship with Ashton had sprouted prior to his band forming. We were best friends, some would describe as inseparable. Once joining the band, they immediately brought me in as well. Though never having the same connections as I did with Ashton with them, Calum, Luke and Michael never failed to make me feel at home.

Since then, we've grown up and blossomed into larger things in life, yet we still keep our bond close. Routine effortless hangouts and conversations on almost a daily has kept out growing friendships alive.

Recently, I had began to notice a shift in energy with Calum. I tried to think nothing of it, but the conversations began to get shorter, and his words for me grew small. He almost made me feel as if I did something wrong.

I gathered my belongings, checking my outfit before heading outside to my car, shivering at the cold weather. I dressed lazily in a large grey hoodie, along with black leggings and converse. I quickly turned on the heater after starting my car, and pulled put of the driveway.

I drove quietly as my mind wandered about confronting Calum for his change of mood towards me. I knew I was safe to bring up an issue to my friends, but I was concerned this was only a me problem.

My wandering mind passed the time quickly, arriving me to Ashton's apartment. I pulled slowly onto the curb in front of his apartment, sending off a quick "I'm here" text before exiting my car.

"Heyyy!" Ashton cheered goofily, raising his arms as he appeared from the front door. I giggled as I made my way up his driveway towards him. He reached an arm out for a quick hug as he spoke.

"How ya' doing?" He smiled, ushering me inside. I sighed dramatically.

"Could be better." I raised my eyebrows with defeat as I made my way inside. I set my bag and keys down on his kitchen counter which was decorated with various alcoholic beverages and snacks. I turned to the living room, being greeted by Calum, Luke and Michael at the couch. I watched as Calum's eyes quickly met mine, then shot back down to his hands.

"Well..." Ashton began, moving behind me swiftly, "Have a shot." He grinned, I turned to look at Ashton who had presented me with a small glass with a shot of mystery alcohol in it. The three boys from the living room shouted dramatic miscellaneous cheers and encouragements from behind me. I let out a laugh and reached for the drink. I looked at Ashton and shook my head laughing. With a shrug, I tossed my head back, taking my shot quickly. I scrunched my face briefly before frantically searching for a chaser.

"Give me a drink. I need a drink." I mumbled, shaking my head. Luke whistled from the couch with a laugh, holding out a Coke can. I hurried to the open drink and took a large swig.

"You didn't take that shot, that shot took you." Michael joked as I found my seat on the couch. I scoffed with furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuck off." I giggled. I glanced to Calum who had been awfully quiet. He was heavily focused on picking at a loose string on his t-shirt, faking an amused look on his face. I immediately noted his off mood. The boys continued whatever conversation they had before I arrived, laughing and cracking joke's beside me. I watched Calum carefully as he loosely followed their words, more in his own head than present with us. I decided to finally speak up.

"Cal." I chirped, snapping him out of his trance. His head perked up quickly as the room fell silent.

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes darted to everyone in the room nervously, then back to mine. I anxiously slouched back down at the unexpected and unnerving silence before speaking.

"Are you mad at me or something?" I questioned, keeping a cool tone. I watched from my peripheral as the boys eyes flashed to Calum. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he shook his head slowly.

"No..?" He muttered quietly. I bit the inside of me cheek and looked to the other boys, hoping one of them would agree with my observation of Calum's negative mood. Instead, they watched Calum like a bomb.

"You've been so quiet and weird with me lately. I know they see it too." I laughed anxiously, motioning to the boys. I widened my eyes at them, begging for some help. Calum looked to the boys, licking his lips anxiously.

"I-.." He began nervously, "I've just been feeling kinda off recently. I'm sorry." He stuttered nonchalantly, his eyes failing to connect with mine. "Kinda off?" I thought to myself, "Bad excuse.".

"I think he just means in the studio and such. We've all been pretty tired recently." Ashton jumped in quickly, glancing at Calum after speaking.

"Right." I replied, not buying whatever game they were trying to play.

We continued the night many hours into the early morning, as we normally would, we watched a few movies and ordered a bunch of junk food. Calum kept up his unusual behavior, trying his best to fake it, but I never let go of the thought that I would find out what was going on with him.

"You sure you don't wanna spend the night? It's late, and you've been drinking." Ashton offered as we walked to his front door. I gave him a hug and stepped outside.

"No, it's okay." I looked down to my phone, noting the time of 1:45 am. "I have work tomorrow and I'm okay to drive. My last drink was hours ago and all those snacks and fast food have taken over my veins." I groaned dramatically. Ashton giggled before nodding gently.

"I'll see you later." He patted my back and sent me down his driveway, watching me as I entered my car.

On my drive home, I was left unsatisfied with my confrontation with Calum. I thought our closeness would have led him to be more open, but he was so blatantly lying. Ashton obviously covering the lie for him only grew my suspicions more. My mind raced of the possibilities of what could be bothering the boy.

I lazily kicked off my shoes as I entered my apartment, tossing my keys of a small side table beside the door. Filled with junk from Ashton's house, I skipped my kitchen and headed straight for my bedroom.

I slipped out of my black leggings and hoodie, changing into a large shirt and underwear. As I tossed my laundry into the basket, my phone let off a ding on my bed. I flopped onto my bed, reaching for my phone and reading the notification. It read that the boys had started a live stream on twitch. I let out a giggle, amused at the boy's inability to rest. Clicking on the notification, I settled into my bed.

"We just saw each other 20 minutes ago!" Ashton cheered sarcastically from the livestream. I smiled at the faces on the screen.

"Hey, Y/n is here." Ashton chuckled, looking closer at the screen. I watched as the boys talked to the viewers of the stream and to each other, making jokes and messing with filters.

"Calum's sad cause Y/n yelled at him." Michael joked. Calum sent Michael a death glare, earning a chuckle from me.

"She didn't yell at me." Calum scoffed with a forced smile. I rolled my eyes sarcastically at his stubbornness, continuing to tune into the stream.

"He's sad cause he's in love with her." Ashton mumbled looking down to his phone, widening his eyes quickly and looking up at his screen after speaking, realizing what he had said.

"Dude." Calum spoke quietly. I narrowed my eyebrows at his words, him looking just as surprised as me. Ashton turned off his camera, followed by Calum, as if he had said something controversial. I put the speaker to my ear as the live suddenly fell quiet. Incoherent whispers came through before Ashton appeared again.

"Alright we'll see you guys later." Ashton forced a smile and a wave to the livestream before ending it abruptly. I stared at my empty screen in confusion, trying to make sense of Ashton's words. Did I hear him wrong? Was my phone glitching? I decided to play it cool and text Ashton calmly.

"Hey, why'd you end your live?"

I watched the three dots appear and disappear repeatedly before his message appeared.

"You should text Cal.".

[lanadelgayasf]

Pepsi Cola ⋆⁺₊⋆

ashton irwin x f!reader

Summary: Ashton eating pussy. That's it that's the fic

Title: cola - Lana Del Rey

Warnings: smut, oral(f recieving), makeup sex-ish? I mean at the end there is implied sex so, probably etc.

a/n: i had way too much fun writing this>.<

Working in a home studio had its pros and cons. Especially in this fuck ass pandemic- it wasn’t fun. Covid had practically taken over the earth, as everyone was in lockdown. But anywho.

It was pretty late at night, and you were simply sitting in yours and Ashton’s shared bedroom doing whatever, whilst Ash was in the home studio working on his upcoming solo album, it was like he practically lived in there- he was in there all day. Yes, you understood he was working hard- but checking up once in a while wouldn’t be that bad right?

At that thought, you had stood up from the bed and made your way to the little studio, quietly peeking through the door to see him playing guitar.

It didn’t take him long to spot you though, as he looked over to the door and saw you peeking, and smiled when he saw you. You smiled back obviously(bc like gurl its polite (i'm so sorry i need to be serious when writing)

“Hi, love.” he spoke softly, setting his guitar down and patting his lap, motioning for you to sit down. You shyly walked over and did as he was implying, straddling his lap and placing your face in his neck. He chuckled softly at your actions.

“Hello.” you then spoke, answering his greetings from a moment ago. He started softly running his fingers in your hair, calming you down even more.

“You seem off, what’s wrong?” he then asked suddenly, and i mean he was right about acting off, you usually weren’t this clingy.

“I just,” you cut yourself off, not wanting to annoy Ashton with your response as you knew well, he was working hard.

“It’s okay,” he reassured, implying to be honest about your answer.

You sigh and lift your head from his neck, now face to face with him. “I just- i know you're working on your solo album and all, but it feels like that's kinda all you do now, i miss you.” you answered sincerely, hoping he wouldn’t get angry at your honesty.

He didn’t thank god, he only frowned.

“Oh, I'm so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” he spoke, suddenly pressing his lips to yours softly. You kissed him back in the same matter and pulled away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, smiling at him. He smiled back before speaking,

“I’ll make it up to you soon, okay?” he spoke, making your face light up. You nodded in answer, and he kissed you on the cheek. 

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*time skip bc i didn’t know what to write from there☺️*

Sat in the dark of the bedroom, you were scrolling through twitter, trying to cure your boredom. You were wearing a short pink silk nightie that had a very small slit for some reason, but it was cute, so you weren’t complaining. Then heard the door open, looking to see Ashton standing in the doorway, looking hotter than ever. 

You slightly closed your legs, hoping he wouldn’t notice before smiling at him. He smiled back before walking over and sitting next to you on the bed, you set your phone down as he softly grabbed your hips, pulling you to sit on his lap and straddle him as you were earlier. You were surprised, but you didn’t complain.

It suddenly felt awkward, but then out of nowhere he placed his lips on yours, obviously kissing you. You kissed him back softly, and the kiss was progressing from soft to rough quickly. He then suddenly flipped the both of you over, so now you were pinned down and he was on top.

You were running out of breath, so you pulled away, but then he placed his face into your neck and began placing kisses, bites, and even some hickeys upon it. You gasped at the sudden action, before fluttering your eyes shut and letting him do whatever to your body.

You felt yourself becoming more wet, so you squeezed your thighs together to soothe the uncomfortable feeling. As Ashton’s kisses started to go south, he was now in between your legs.

He then softly opened your legs to reveal your clothed puss and saw there was a small damp spot from how wet you were.

“So wet, this all f’me?” he asked cockily, his suddenly deep voice making you hornier. You nodded, to which his smirk faltered.

“I need words, hun.” he told you. You sighed, “all for you.” you answered, slightly embarrassed.

He smirked then moved his hands in between your legs, moving your panties to the side and without warning going to town, the quickness of it felt like his softness was just a fragment of your imagination.

You gasped at the contact, but then untensed and calmed down when he placed one of his hands on your thigh and rubbed his thumb on it, but still continued his rough assault on your puss. Your back arched in pleasure and whimpers spilled out of your mouth as he rotated between fucking you with his tongue and teasing the fuck out of your clit, your legs shaking at the intense stimulation.

He pulled away for a second, leaving you with questions, but they were answered when he grabbed the waistband of your panties and ripped them off of you, but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

 He then restarted his actions, eating your puss like it was his last meal, suckling your clit, you threw your head back and whined, grabbing his hair and softly pulling, he groaned at that, and the vibrations of it sent you close to your upcoming orgasm.

He then brought one of his hands to in between your legs, and again without warning pushing a finger in. you softly moaned at the stimulation as he started thrusting it in and out, adding another one and continuing.

You were so close, and he knew. So he sped up his actions. Thrusting his fingers faster as well as adding a third one and continuing to suck your clit like no tomorrow. You were squirming like hell, the knot in your stomach felt tight as your orgasm was getting closer and closer by the second.

“Ash, m’gonna-” “Cum.”

With those words you just couldn’t hold back, your orgasm hitting you like a brick and you know damn well he licked it all up with no complaints.

“Mmmm, taste so good..” he murmured, moving up to look at you. Sprawled out, hair slightly messy, out of breath and trying to catch it, but then you heard his belt unbuckling.

“M’ not done with you yet, i've still gotta make it up to you.”

This was about to be a long, long night.

[halcyonnhood]

fandom life is so funny, because when I started listening to 5sos in 2014, I was fourteen and feeling like an absolute edgelord. The ONLY member I "loved" was Mikey, i had some weird beef against luke from 2014-2016, and I swore that my favorite song was literally Pizza.

cut to lucy eleven years later and even i would've been shocked to know that I love all of them, yes, even luke (so much that my heart aches bffr) and some of my favorite songs are their most pop sounding ones.

[vampessie]

I would never talk back. House spotless. Dinner made. Laundry done. As many kids as he wants.

[romantacysblog]

“Let Me Be Yours Tonight” — Submissive Luke Hemmings x Reader

The room was dimly lit, a soft amber glow from the candles casting long shadows across the walls. Luke sat at the edge of your bed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie like a nervous schoolboy instead of a world-famous musician. His legs were parted slightly, hands twitching like he didn’t know what to do with them, and his wide blue eyes followed you with a desperation that made you smirk.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” you said calmly, though your voice held a dark promise.

He shook his head, breath catching. “I want this. I want you.” His voice was a whisper, hoarse with need. “Just… tell me what to do.”

You stepped closer, tilting your head as you studied him. “Tell you what to do?” you echoed. “God, you really can’t function without someone leading you, can you?”

His cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head, shoulders hunched in shame—but not resistance.

“Take off your hoodie,” you said, tone flat and disinterested, like it bored you to watch him struggle.

He obeyed quickly, hands shaking, fabric catching on his arm awkwardly. You didn’t offer to help. You just watched, amused, as he fumbled.

When he finally got it off, you stepped between his legs and brushed your fingers through his messy blond curls. His eyes fluttered shut, breath hitching at even the smallest touch.

“You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” you cooed mockingly. “Poor thing. You’re already coming undone, and I’ve barely touched you.”

He looked up at you, helpless. “I—I just want to be good,” he whispered.

“Good?” you laughed, a cruel sound. “Baby, you’re already trembling like a pathetic little toy, and I haven’t even taken my shoes off. You really think that’s ‘good’?”

He whimpered, and the sound was delicious. You could feel the need radiating off him in waves—hot and clumsy and humiliating.

“Hands behind your back.”

He complied instantly, sitting up straighter, trying so hard to look presentable. His back was curved slightly, like he couldn’t quite hold himself up, but he was trying for you. Only for you.

You circled him slowly, fingers dragging across his bare shoulders, light enough to make him shiver.

“So eager to please,” you murmured. “And for what? You think being good is going to get you praise? You think you deserve it?”

“No,” he breathed, eyes fluttering closed in shame. “I just—I just want to be what you want.”

You stopped behind him, leaned down, your breath against his ear. “You want to be what I want? Luke, you can’t even sit still without fidgeting like a desperate little mutt.”

He whimpered again—pathetic—and you smiled.

“I haven’t even touched you properly yet, and you’re falling apart. God, you’re embarrassing.”

“I—I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Please don’t stop. I’ll be better.”

You stepped in front of him again, slowly. “You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” he said too fast, too eager. “Please. I need—”

You slapped his cheek lightly—not hard, just enough to snap him back into the moment and watch his lips part in surprise.

“I said beg,” you hissed. “Don’t just ask. Get on your knees.”

He dropped like he’d been waiting for permission all night. The second his knees hit the floor, he looked up at you with worship in his eyes, as though you were something sacred and terrifying all at once.

“Use your words,” you said, standing tall above him. “Let’s hear how badly you want it. How low you’ll sink for me.”

He blinked up at you, utterly undone. “Please… I need you. I need to be used—I don’t care what you do to me, I just… I want to be yours. I want to be good for you. I’ll do anything. Just—please, please…”

You tilted your head, amused. He was really unraveling now—begging like his life depended on it.

“You’re so weak for me it’s disgusting,” you whispered, dragging your fingers through his hair and yanking his head back just enough to expose his throat. “You like this, don’t you? Being beneath me. Being talked down to.”

His breath hitched. “Yes.”

“Of course you do,” you sneered. “You’re not going to come tonight unless I say so. In fact, you’re not going to do anything unless I tell you to. You exist for me tonight. Got it?”

“Yes,” he choked out. “I belong to you. Please—keep going. Keep saying those things. I’m nothing without you.”

That broke something in you—in a good way. You leaned down, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“Good boy,” you whispered, and the sound he made was somewhere between a sob and a moan. His whole body trembled under your gaze like just being seen by you was almost too much.

Tonight, he wasn’t the confident rockstar. He wasn’t in charge. He wasn’t anyone.

He was yours.

[fantasticdreamlanddragon]

Luke X red

[kaleidoscopecth]

Why Won’t You Love Me?

MDNI

paring: calum hood x reader

summary: your life is falling apart, and in a desperate attempt to find some semblance of comfort in your chaotic world, you end up at the doorstep of one of your best friends.

warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship with luke, mentions of substance abuse, mentions of rehab, weed usage, safe sex teehee, oral (f receiving), fluffy desperate sex, whimpery calum, slight body worship, angst for days, unrequited love

word count: 5.7k

title: why won’t you love me by 5 seconds of summer

a/n: this story is really nothing like the ones i have up before truthfully, it’s because it wasn’t meant to be published. i wrote this based on some of my own struggles, but i kinda love how it turned out. quick disclaimer, although i use peoples names in this fic, it’s not a reflection of who i think they are as people. this is all in good fun, not meant to be a serious attack on anybody’s character. anyways, enjoy.

as always, thank u to north for editing this ur the best 🫶

Copyright © 2024 kaleidoscopecth. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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You weren’t entirely sure why you had ended up at Calum’s doorstep. Your cheeks burned, chest tight with emotion as you hesitated, then rang the doorbell.

You had run circles around the idea in your head, knowing how complicated it would be to show up here. Calum was Luke’s best friend, his bandmate, and the last person you should’ve turned to. But the weight of everything—the withdrawal, the breakup, the utter mess your life had become—pushed you forward, even as doubt clawed at your resolve.

Would he even want to see you? Would he resent you for the way you ended things with Luke? You had wrestled with those questions all day, replaying every bitter moment of the breakup. You hadn’t meant to be so cruel. It wasn’t your intention to cut so deeply, but the withdrawal had stripped you of any semblance of patience or clarity.

And then, as soon as you were discharged from the hospital, you had gone running back to Luke. Desperate, aching, hoping to salvage what was left.

But then you saw them.

The door opened before you could spiral any further. Calum stood there, his brown eyes scanning you with a mixture of concern and surprise. “Y/N?” he asked, a small, tentative smile tugging at his lips. “You’re still here?”

His smile brought you a fleeting sense of relief, though you had braced herself for rejection. After all, if Luke could hate you, why wouldn’t Calum? Your mind replayed the raw memory of Luke’s anger when you begged for his forgiveness. The sting of seeing him move on so quickly still lingered in your chest.

It had only been two weeks since your overdose, yet he was already in bed with someone else—Sierra, of all people. You had known from the moment her name flashed on his notifications that her intentions weren’t pure. And you’d been right.

“I’m leaving for rehab soon,” you said softly, your voice cracking. “And I don’t want to be alone on my last night.”

Calum’s expression darkened, his sadness unmistakable. Without hesitation, he reached out, taking your hand and pulling you inside.

You had managed to keep things normal between you after you had drunkenly hooked up last year, but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed the subtle shift. Calum’s gaze lingered too long whenever you were with Luke, his quiet, intense eyes studying you two with something unspoken and unreadable.

“Wanna go out to the terrace?” Calum asked, his voice soft, a faint smile on his lips.

You nodded, taking his hand as you stepped outside into the cool night air. The breeze was crisp, refreshing, and you relished it as a small reprieve from everything weighing you down.

You curled up on one of the couches, pulling your legs to your chest and resting your chin on your knees. Calum slipped back inside for a moment, returning with a rolling tray and a grinder in hand. You laughed lightly.

“I’m supposed to be sober, you know,” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“From oxy,” he countered, smirking as he sat down across from you. “Isn’t there a thing called ‘California sober’ or whatever?”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “Shut up and roll the joint.”

Calum grinned and got to work, expertly grinding the weed and rolling a joint with practiced ease. He lit the end, taking a long, slow drag before passing it to you. You mirrored his action, inhaling deeply—too deeply—until you erupted into a coughing fit.

“At least I’ll get a decent high,” you wheezed, shaking your head with a small, rueful grin.

“So, rehab,” Calum said, his tone light but tinged with something else—sadness, maybe, or hesitation. His eyes followed yours, searching, as if trying to grasp what wasn’t being said.

You exhaled a plume of smoke, watching it dissolve into the night. “God, don’t remind me,” you muttered, taking another hit before leaning back against the cushions. “Some facility in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, Nebraska. Flight leaves tomorrow.”

The air grew heavy between you, filled with the distant sounds of the city below. You glanced over to find Calum watching you, his brows slightly furrowed.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he said finally, his voice quiet, a casual shrug betraying the weight of his words. “But I guess I’ll see you after?”

Your chest tightened, the lump in your throat rising before you could stop it. You turned to look at him, your voice quieter than you intended.

“Cal,” you began, hesitating for a moment. “I’m moving to London when I get out.”

The words hung heavy in the cool air, their weight settling between you. Calum’s faint smile faded entirely, his expression faltering as your statement sank in.

There was enough space between you that no part of you touched, and for some reason, you hated that.

“You’re leaving?” he asked quietly, his gaze dropping to his shoes. “For good?”

You shook your head, your voice soft. “I’ll be back for filming and work stuff, but I won’t be living in L.A. anymore. I can’t.”

“Because of Luke and Sierra?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You flinched at the name, your stomach twisting with shame and anger. Every mention of Sierra made you feel small, like a fool for ever trusting Luke.

Luke had lied about everything—about seeing Arzaylea before coming to your apartment and claiming to be in love with you, about Sierra, about all of it. If you hadn’t stumbled into his apartment and seen the truth for yourself, you might have still been in the dark.

“Sure,” you sighed, brushing the thought aside. “And my family will be closer. They want to help me stay sober.”

“I could help you.” Calum’s voice was firm, his gaze locked on yours, determined.

Your heart skipped at his words, and unbidden memories of your moments together flashed in your mind—the way you’d gone from indifference to friendship, to that one night that had blurred every line. He’d insisted it remain a one-time thing, but that never stopped him from touching your shoulder softly, or smiling at you like you were the only thing that made the world spin right.

“Cal… no,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I can’t expect that of you.”

A beat of silence passed, heavy and fraught. Then, barely audible, he said, “I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t flinch. You weren't surprised, not really. A sad smile tugged at your lips as you exhaled. “I know,” you murmured. “But this—” you gestured between the two of you, your voice faltering. “How could this ever work?”

He shrugged, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Luke started screwing Sierra despite the fact that she and Ashton had a thing before. It’s not like this would be new territory for us.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “But it’s new for me.”

“So this is it, then? Our goodbye?” Calum’s voice cracked, anger and defeat mingling as his broad shoulders slumped.

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You wanted to reach for him, to hold him, but your hands stayed firmly at your sides. A fleeting, reckless thought bloomed in the back of your mind—a glimpse of a life where you could stay, where you could fall asleep next to the boy with warm brown eyes and wake up to him every morning, never feeling the ache of leaving again.

Your throat tightened, the words heavy on your tongue. “I can’t say I love you,” you whispered, your voice breaking under the weight of your truth. “But, God, I wish I could.”

The air between you thickened with unspoken longing, a current of electricity passing between your gazes. Calum’s brows furrowed as he took a hesitant step closer, his eyes glimmering with equal parts hurt and hope. “Why not?” he asked softly, his voice trembling.

“Because it’s Luke,” you said, shaking your head. Your voice cracked under the weight of your confession. “You have no idea how badly I wish it could be you. That I could have you in my head every second of every day instead of him. You’ve never hurt me. You love me wholly. You’d never put that love at risk.”

“Then let me be the one in your head,” he pleaded, his voice low and desperate. “Just for tonight.”

Your breath hitched as his words settled in your chest. You looked at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. He was leaning toward you now, his eyes searching yours, desperate.

“Is that really what you want?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

“Please, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Let me say goodbye the way I want to.”

Your mouth went dry, and you weren't sure if it was from the weed or the way Calum was looking at you. The idea—the possibility—was strangely appealing.

“Okay,” you breathed.

Slowly, you moved toward him, swinging one leg over his lap to straddle him. You stared at each other for a heartbeat, your hands gently cupping his cold cheeks.

He leaned in first, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed yours, soft and tentative.

The second you registered the kiss, all of your composure unraveled. You sighed against his lips, threading your fingers into his curly hair as the kiss deepened with a fervor that surprised you. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he pulled you closer.

Without breaking the kiss, Calum stood, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing. His hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you as though you were the only thing grounding him.

He carried you inside with steady determination, the world around you blurring into insignificance. When you finally reached his room, Calum kicked the door shut behind you. The soft rattle set off Duke, who began barking incessantly from somewhere down the hall.

You couldn't help but laugh against his lips, the sound breaking the tension for a moment. Calum pulled back slightly after setting you down in the bed, chuckling as well.

“Duke, calm down,” he called out, his voice amused but firm. Then, turning back to you, a playful smile tugged at his lips. “He always acts up when he knows there's something I want.”

“And what is it that you want?” you whispered, your voice low and teasing as your hands slipped beneath his shirt, your fingers trailing along the hard ridges of his stomach.

Calum's response came in the form of another kiss, deeper and more urgent this time. “You,” he murmured against your lips.

The kiss intensified, your lips moving with a quiet desperation that made your heart race and your stomach flutter. Calum's hands roamed your sides with deliberate care, as if he were memorizing the feel of you.

You matched his fervor, your hands trembling as you tugged at his shirt. This felt different—more intense, more intimate—than the last time. There hadn’t been much hesitation then, just two people driven by pure need, but now, you could feel a semblance of giddy awkwardness in the air.

Calum pulled back just enough to shrug off his shirt, the fabric falling carelessly to the floor. His hands immediately found your face, cupping your cheeks as he brought your lips back to his.

Your hands moved across his bare skin, tracing the curve of his muscles, the lines of his tattoos— a detail you had committed to memory. You tugged him down with you, but he stopped, pulling away slightly with a small smirk.

“Nuh-uh,” he teased, his lips brushing yours. “Your shirt's coming off too, Y/N.”

“Then take it off,” you challenged, your voice breathless and filled with need. “Take everything off. I need you.”

Calum's eyes darkened, his expression shifting from playful to serious in an instant. His hands found the hem of your shirt, and with one swift motion, he pulled it over your head, tossing it aside. One hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you close as his lips claimed yours again.

The other hand moved skillfully to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease. The garment slipped away, leaving you bare beneath his touch. Calum's lips moved to your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your skin, his hands sliding down your back and pulling you closer.

His mouth trailed down to your collarbone, grazing the delicate skin with soft nips that made you gasp. Slowly, his lips descended to your chest, capturing your nipple in his mouth with a deliberate tenderness. You let out a quiet moan, your hands tangling in Calum's hair as your eyelids fluttered shut, your breath hitching at the sensation.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” Calum groaned against your skin, his voice filled with awe and desire. His eyes lifted to meet yours, darkened with longing, his pupils blown wide. Slowly, he kissed his way back up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss there before nudging his nose against yours in an intimate gesture that made your chest ache.

But then it hit you—a sudden wave of guilt crashing over you, sharp and cold. What were you doing? Were you just using him? Using his kindness, his patience, and the way he cared about you, all because you didn't want to feel alone? Your body tensed, and you froze, pushing him away slightly.

Calum immediately pulled back, concern flooding his features as his hands cupped your face. “What is it?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you okay?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, your eyes darting across his face, searching for something—anything—that might tell you he wasn't as sure about this as he claimed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked hesitantly. “I mean, I can't—I can't give you what you want, Cal. I won't even be here most of the time, and—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “Stop. I want this. I want you.”

Your heart clenched, but you still hesitated, guilt and uncertainty gnawing at you. “Cal, I—”

“Please,” he whispered, his voice dropping to something raw and vulnerable. “Let me have this. Let me have tonight. Just... just let me. Let me give you a proper goodbye. Let me give us a proper goodbye.”

His words hung between you, heavy with longing and unspoken emotion. Your breath hitched, your resolve faltering as you looked into his eyes. There was no hesitation there, no doubt—only a fierce, aching need for you. “Would you let me?” His lips brushed against yours ever so carefully. “Please let me.”

Wordlessly, you nodded, swallowing down your fears, worries, and the ache in your chest.

Calum's smile was soft yet radiant, a quiet reassurance that melted some of your hesitation. You could feel him smiling against your lips as he kissed you again, and before you realized it, your own lips curved into a matching smile. His hands roamed your body with reverence, each touch gentle and deliberate, as if you were something sacred.

With practiced care, he began unbuttoning your jeans, his lips trailing away from your mouth to press heated kisses down your jawline. He lingered near your earlobe, nipping it lightly, and you let out a small, contented sigh. Your hips rose instinctively, allowing him to tug the denim down your legs in one smooth motion.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough with want. “You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this.” His mouth found yours again, urgent and insistent, his hips pressing down against your thigh while his fingers trailed lightly down your chest, making you shiver. His lips wandered back to your breasts, lingering there with soft kisses and teasing bites that made you gasp.

“What do you want, Calum?” you gasped, your hips bucking upward, seeking friction with an urgency that made your voice crack. “Tell me.”

When he lifted his gaze to meet yours, the intensity in his eyes stole your breath. They were dark, glazed over, and filled with raw need. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, as though the world could crumble around you and he wouldn't care. “I want to touch you,” he murmured, his voice rough, the words muffled by the kisses he pressed down your sternum.

“Then touch me, baby,” you urged, your fingers threading through the damp curls on his forehead, pushing them back. Your tone was soft, but your words were charged, dripping with encouragement. “Make me feel so good.”

The soft groan that escaped his lips felt almost involuntary, a raw reaction to your words. It sent a shiver through you, straight to your core. His hand slipped beneath your underwear, his fingers finding your clit with precision. He moved in slow, deliberate circles, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

When his fingers dipped lower, teasing your entrance, he froze for a moment, as though savoring the sensation. Feeling how ready you were for him, he let out a deep, guttural groan, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, his voice heavy with awe, every word tinged with disbelief. “You're already so wet. Fuck, Y/N... you're perfect.”

His words sent heat rushing through you, your back arching as your body responded to his touch. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill, but the way he touched you, slow and deliberate yet filled with need, made it impossible.

He didn't wait, slipping a finger inside you with ease, watching your reaction with rapt attention.

You let out a sharp cry, your back arching instinctively as pleasure shot through you. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped, your fingers threading tighter through Calum's hair, holding him close. “Just like that, baby.”

Calum moved with deliberate care, curling his finger inside you, his steady rhythm coaxing soft, breathless moans from your lips.

Every movement seemed calculated to draw you closer to the edge, yet it was laced with tenderness that left you dizzy. The way your body responded to his touch had his lips parting, his breath hitching in admiration as if he couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

“That feels so good,” you sighed, your voice trembling as your nails lightly scraped the nape of his neck. “You're doing so good.”

Your praise sent a shiver through him, and his eyes darkened further, his pupils blown wide with desire. His breath came faster, his hips rutting against you involuntarily as though he needed you even more than you needed him. “You sound so pretty,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with reverence, though there was an edge of desperation to it, almost a whine. “I can’t get enough of you.”

You pulled at his hair, your eyes falling shut in bliss. Calum was working his fingers at a steady pace, moaning as if he too was the one getting off. The fact that he was so worked up by the mere fact that he’d been touching you made a wave of heat rush down your body.

His lips kissed down your torso, leaving no mark of your skin unkissed. “I need to taste you,” he gasped, continuing to inch down your body. He was shaking with anticipation, fingers never faltering. “You’re so wet and so pretty, and it’s all for me. I did that to you.”

You nodded rapidly, another moan falling from your lips. “Need your mouth on me,” Calum’s breath hitched at your words, his kisses down your body growing more sloppy by the second. He didn’t waste any time in pushing your legs open, taking deliberate care to suck at the skin of your hipbone.

You propped yourself on your elbows, watching through half lidded eyes as Calum finally pressed a small kiss to your inner thigh. Already fed up, you let out a frustrated mewl. “Cal, please.”

Calum’s entire body shuddered, and you saw the way his eyes widened momentarily before his mouth latched on to your clit. He let out a moan against you when the taste of you overwhelmed his senses, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes essentially rolled back into his head.

“You’re so dreamy like this,” you gasped, his lips sucking at your sensitive bud enough to make your legs shake around his head. “You make me feel so good— oh, fuck, just like that.”

Calum let out a shaky whine, his hips grinding involuntarily against the mattress as he looked up at you, his wide, awe-filled eyes glistening with unspoken devotion. His movements were uncoordinated, almost frantic, as though he was utterly consumed by you, his tongue lapping and sucking at your clit with an intensity so raw it sent shockwaves through your trembling legs.

“You taste so good,” he panted, his voice unsteady and reverent between his breathless licks. “Your thighs are shaking— fuck, I did that to you. I made you feel like this.”

You bit your lip hard, your eyes squeezing shut as the tidal wave of sensation crashed through you. Every nerve in your body felt alive, strung out on the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Calum's hands wandered your torso with a desperation that bordered on worship, gripping your skin tightly, as if grounding himself in the reality of you.

Stars burst behind your eyelids as your body arched into his touch, the sensation cresting to an unbearable peak. The sight of him—his flushed cheeks, his lips glistening with you, his pupils blown wide with adoration—was almost too much. You needed more, needed him closer, needed all of him.

Reaching down, you tangled your fingers gently in his curls, tugging him away from your overstimulated clit. Calum let out a soft, almost pitiful moan of protest, his lips brushing against your skin as though he couldn't bear to let go. Still, he obeyed, letting you guide him back up your body, his warm breath fanning over your skin with each ragged inhale.

Your lips met in a kiss so heated it left you dizzy, your mouths colliding with a fervent need that neither could deny. You could taste yourself on his tongue, a heady reminder of how completely Calum had given himself to you. The realization sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through you, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.

Calum let out a broken whimper against your lips, his whole body trembling as though he was barely holding himself together. “Y/N,” he choked out, his voice laced with desperation, his breath coming in shallow pants. “I need you. I need all of you. Please. I don't know how much longer I can wait.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart pounded in your chest as you looked into his wide, awe-stricken eyes. His pupils were blown with need, his lips slightly parted as he hovered over you, waiting for permission like his entire world depended on your answer.

“Fuck me,” you breathed, pulling him down into another kiss that was all heat and urgency. “Don't wait anymore. Just fuck me.”

Calum let out a soft, broken sound, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he nodded, his curls tickling your skin. He kissed the sensitive spot just below your ear, his lips trailing down your neck with a desperation that made your body ache for him even more.

When he sucked hard enough to leave a mark, you arched into him, your hands tangling in his hair, too far gone to care about anything else.

“Y/N,” he gasped, his voice raw and shaking as his hands roamed your body, both frantic and reverent, like he couldn't touch enough of you at once. “You don't understand. I'd do anything for you. Anything. Just say the word.”

Your breath hitched at the sheer devotion in his voice, the weight of his words crashing over you like a wave. You swallowed hard, your hands moving to cradle his face as you met his gaze. “I just need you inside me right now,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside you.

You watched as Calum reached over to his bedside table, pulling out a condom and hardly ripping the packet open with his teeth. Your eyes followed his movements as he rolled the rubber down in his length. Calum let out a shuddering breath, his hands trembling as he positioned himself between your thighs. He hesitated, his gaze flickering up to yours as if silently asking for reassurance. You cupped his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek with a tenderness that made his breath hitch.

“C’mon baby,” you gasped.

With a shaky nod, he sank into you slowly as though he never wanted the moment to end. A whimper escaped Calum’s lips, a sound so deep and guttural that it made you moan. Your nails sank into his back, and Calum’s head fell forward against your shoulder.

Calum was trembling, his breath coming in ragged pants as he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice tight with strain, barely holding himself together. “I never want this to end.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, the intensity of the moment washing over you as you felt him stretch you in ways that made you gasp.

When he began to move, a sharp hiss escaped your lips, and Calum froze instantly, his entire body going rigid. His head snapped up, wide eyes filled with concern as they searched your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but urgent, laced with worry.

You bit your lip, nodding slowly as you forced yourself to take a steadying breath. “Yeah,” you said, your voice airy, cheeks flushed. “It's just... it's been a while, and... you're kinda big.”

For a moment, there was silence, and then Calum let out a soft, startled laugh. The sound was rich and genuine, shaking his entire body as the tension melted from his face. His amusement was contagious, and soon enough, you found yourself laughing with him, the shared moment easing the intensity between you.

Still smiling, you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging him closer until his forehead rested gently against yours. Your laughter softened into quiet breaths, your noses brushing as you lingered in the intimacy of the moment.

“You can move,” you whispered, your voice steady now, laced with trust and anticipation.

Calum exhaled deeply, his eyes darkening with emotion as he nodded, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before he began to move again. This time, his movements were slow and deliberate, his focus entirely on you, his body attuned to yours as you fell into a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing.

You cried out his name again, your nails digging into his back as your legs tightened around his waist. Calum's movements grew more purposeful, his hips snapping against yours with a need that was almost overwhelming. His eyes never left your face, drinking in every gasp and moan as if they were the only sounds in the world.

“You're so perfect,” he breathed, his voice cracking with emotion. He leaned down, brushing his lips over yours in a tender kiss that contrasted sharply with the intensity of his thrusts. “I don't know how I can-fuck, you feel so good. So perfect, Y/N.”

Your body arched beneath him when he shifted slightly, thrusting deeper and hitting the spot that made your toes curl. A sharp cry tore from your throat, your body trembling from the intensity. “You're doing so good,” you gasped, your praise deliberate as you ran your hands down his sweat-slicked back. “You fuck me so good, Calum. Just like that, baby.”

Calum let out a broken moan, his head dropping against your shoulder as your words seemed to ignite something in him. His hips moved faster now, each thrust harder than the last, as if he was trying to lose himself entirely in you. His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He hesitated for only a moment before pressing against it, rubbing fast, precise circles that made your breath hitch.

“You're amazing,” he panted, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. His voice was wrecked, thick with desperation and adoration. “I just want to make you feel good. Tell me I'm doing it right. Please.”

You let out a whimper, your body seemingly on fire with the intensity of the pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his curls, muttering unintelligible encouragement under your breath. You looked at him, the way his cheeks were flushed with the exertion and desire, and you gave him a breathless smile. “You’re going so good, Cal,” you moaned. “I’m so close.”

Calum’s movements were erratic and eager, desperate to feel you come undone beneath him. His hips stuttered as he tried to maintain the rhythm that had you falling apart beneath him. He was panting hard, moaning your name in breathless pleas. Your nails raked down his back, only spurring Calum on.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his fingers continuing their assault on your clit that made your legs shake uncontrollably. “Please, I need you to come for me. God, I need to feel you clench around me— please baby, fuck. Come on my cock, I can’t hold on much longer.”

Your breath hitched, eyelids fluttering close as you felt the familiar coil begin to tighten in your belly. Sweat was building up on your skin, but you didn’t mind. “Calum— oh my God, please don’t stop.” The combination of his desperation, his eagerness to make you feel good, and the relentless pace of his hips and fingers sent you over the edge.

You came with a loud cry, your lips shaping Calum’s name, your thighs shaking as another shattered moan escaped you. Your vision blurred, your nails digging into Calum’s back as you clung to him, peppering his shoulder with kisses.

“Oh fuck,” Calum groaned, his voice strained with desperation. “You look so pretty falling apart for me, making all my dreams come true.” His thrusts became erratic and messy as he chased his release, his hands gripping your waist like a lifeline as you clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

“Y/N, I'm gonna—” His sentence broke off into a loud whimper, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he feverishly kissed your damp skin.

“Come for me, baby,” you panted, your voice thick with pleasure as your fingers trailed up and down his back before gripping his biceps for support. “You did so good, made me feel so good. Let go for me.”

His body shuddered violently, his hips slamming into yours one last time as he spilled into the condom with a raw, guttural cry. He whispered your name like a prayer, his voice trembling as aftershocks wracked his body.

Shallow, instinctive thrusts carried him through his orgasm, his movements slowly stilling as the tension drained from him.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing. Your bodies were pressed together, skin slick with sweat, and the weight of him above you was grounding, comforting in a way neither of you could fully explain.

Calum finally pulled away with a soft sigh, rolling off you carefully. His hands were gentle as he removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the trash can by the bed. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, your gaze tracing the sharp contours of his body, the way the moonlight filtered through the window and illuminated his tattoos in a soft, ethereal glow.

You knew Calum was beautiful—you always had, even when he’d been less than kind to you. But now, there was something different about him, something raw and desperate. You wondered how they had gone from mutual animosity to Calum being so deeply in love with you that he would settle for just one night of your pretending.

But were you pretending?

The thought lingered in your mind, heavy and uncertain.

“You're beautiful, you know that?” you murmured, your voice quiet but full of admiration as your eyes lingered on him.

Calum turned to face you, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. “I’m the lucky one,” he whispered against your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. His thumb traced the curve of your cheekbone and then the outline of your lips as though memorizing every detail. Your eyes stayed locked on his, searching for something you couldn’t quite name.

“Stay,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with exhaustion and something softer—hope. “Your flight leaves tomorrow. Just stay the night. I’ll take you there.”

You frowned, your hand instinctively coming to cover his. You didn’t answer immediately, the weight of his words settling deep in your chest. This night had been one of the best you’d had in a long time, a reprieve from the chaos in your mind. And yet, that knowledge brought an ache you didn’t want to examine too closely.

“Calum…” you hesitated, your voice softer now, almost unsure. “I don’t know if I should.”

His hand tightened gently against yours as he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss so tender it stole the air from your lungs. His palm moved to the back of your neck, his touch reverent, urging you closer. Your bare chests pressed together, his other hand settling at the small of your back, anchoring you to him.

When he pulled away, the weight of reality sank between you. You were leaving—leaving this moment, leaving him—and as terrifying as the thought was, it also carried a bittersweet freedom. Leaving Calum meant leaving behind the pain Luke had caused, a fresh start that felt both liberating and heartbreaking.

“Please,” he whispered against your lips, his voice fragile, each word carrying the weight of his longing. He held his breath, his eyes searching yours for even the smallest trace of hope.

You bit your lip, the turmoil in your chest almost too much to bear. You knew what you should do, but you also knew what you wanted—at least for now.

“I’ll stay,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the storm inside you. “Just for tonight.”

Calum exhaled softly, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as relief washed over his features. For now, it was enough. Just tonight, it could be enough.

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i hope you guys enjoyed, and if you sent in a request just know that i saw it and i’m working on it! there are many writing projects that i’ve been juggling so i’m sorry in advance if it takes a little long for it to be posted <33

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roommate!luke sees you're having a rough day and decides to help out <3 words: 1.2k request fill: 🦊 genre: fluff awwww tw: luke can't cook :((( author's note: my first fic!

Luke knew from the moment you stumbled out of your bedroom, still throwing your work clothes on and fixing your hair into a presentable style, that the day had not started out well for you. He was hunched over a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter as you set your purse down on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets for something to hold you over for the day. Your boss, unprofessional as ever, called you unexpectedly that morning to inform you that you would have to cover a shift for someone who’d called in sick. You’d tried to tell him that he couldn’t just take one of your vacation days from you— but seeing as you were a student and you didn’t have much money as is, you decided against provoking the man who signed your paychecks.

He sets his spoon down, still chewing on the bite that he had just taken, and leans against the counter to watch you. “Rough morning?” He inquires as he watches you grab a granola bar and a piece of fruit from the counter. He flinches a little at the force you use to shove your breakfast into your bag.

“Like you wouldn’t believe— my boss called this morning to tell me someone called out sick. I have to cover for them…” Your bag tips over as you continue to stuff it with your personal belongings and you let out a growl of frustration. He casually props it up again for you and rakes his hands through his blond hair. He was fortunate enough to have a job that didn’t require shifts like yours— only that at some point, he and his band members had an album ready to release. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?...” His voice is soft when he addresses you. From personal experience, he knew that being too nagging while someone was having a bad day could only make it worse. You shake your head a little, sighing in defeat as you slide your shoes over your socks. “No, it’s fine. I just had a shit ton of stuff I wanted to do around the house today— my laundry needs to be done and I was gonna vacuum and wash the dishes and I was gonna cook for us tonight, but I guess now we have to order. Again.” His lips form a thin line at the sound of your complaints. “Alright,” accepting your fate, you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab your keys. “I’m off. See you later.”

His head turns to follow your form hurrying out the door, eyebrows knitted together in sympathy. He looks around at the apartment. It wasn’t that dirty— surely he could do all this stuff for you, right?  After a moment of thought, he decided it was so insignificant that he’d start the chores later in the day. 

Now as he was elbow deep in dirty dishwater, bubbles overflowing onto the tile floor of the kitchen and head shoved into the crook of his neck to hold his phone in place, he wanted to go back in time and slap himself across the face.

“No— Ash, I’m telling you, the grease won’t come off! Ye–yeah, I’ve tried scrubbing harder, at this point the plate’s gonna break with how hard I’m scrubbing! C’mon, give me something else, y/n’s gonna be home in an hou— shit— in fifteen minutes!” He shouts into the phone over the sound of the sponge scraping over some dried, mystery residue stuck on it. He glances over at the stove, where the sauce in his pot is slowly beginning to rise and threaten to overboil. “Shit, I gotta go!.. The food’s gonna burn.” He sets the plate back into the sink and cleans his hands of the bubbles, rushing to the pot. He lowers the heat and stirs it a few times. “Fuck…” Resting his hands on his hips, he sighs a little. The vacuuming was finished and the dishes were almost done, but he was torn between the few plates left in the basin and the pasta sauce simmering on the stove. He thought cooking was going to be easy, after all, he’d called his mom to ask about what recipe to use— but it turned out to be impossible. The same went for your laundry, which he had to meticulously sort and wash in stages.

Turning the heat down, he resumes washing the dishes until there’s none left but the ones dripping on the drying rack. “Stupid dishwasher…” He kicks the machine as he passes it, cursing the broken appliance with a hushed anger.

Then he hears the door open. His head swivels around the kitchen for anything he might have forgotten to do. Meanwhile, you kick your shoes off and toss your bag onto the couch, slugging into the kitchen with a weary expression. Making your way towards the sink without a second thought, you reach in to grab one of the many dishes you expected to be waiting for you.

Your hand hits the bottom of the sink. You do a double-take as your eyes flicker down to the empty space. A soft grunt draws your attention to the stove, where Luke scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “You did the dishes?...” The slight break in your voice gives away just how exhausting your day at work was. His eyes soften and before he knows it, his arms are wrapping around your waist to pull you into a comforting embrace. He stoops down a little to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“And the laundry, and the vacuuming… it was awful, God— it was so awful.” He laughs a little under his breath, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet to sway the both of you playfully. He smiles when it garners a stifled giggle from you. “And I made pasta. I hope it’s good– it’s my mom’s recipe, but I’m not the best at cooking.” He pulls back a little and takes your hand, leading you to the stove to show off his culinary skills. A tired smile plays on your lips when you see the messy station, his phone still propped up on the utensil holder, and the pasta and sauce pots resting on the burners, still steaming. “I called my mom for this. I hope you’re grateful. I took about an hour out of her day trying to make this sauce.” “I am..” You assure him with a little breathless laugh. Your heart clenched at the thought of the boy scrambling around and holding things up to his camera so that his mom could ensure he was using the right ingredients. “I am.” You affirm again, gazing up at him with an appreciative grin. “Thank you for all this.”

He practically glows at the praise he’s receiving from you, a simper sneaking its way onto his slightly red cheeks. “Yeah, well— it was the bare minimum..” His voice trails off the more his smile grows and he clears his throat, two dishes for you. “You go sit down on the couch, we can watch a movie while we eat, okay? You pick tonight.” As he scoops pasta and sauce onto the bowl, you can’t help but let your gaze linger for a few seconds longer. Luke never knew how much his kindness affected other people, but you’d make sure to repay him when the opportunity presented itself.

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“Don’t Forget You Love Me”

Calum Hood

You know, every time you fall in love, you go through the realization. I didn't have to go through with it alone, because we fell in love together. Our love blossomed quietly, hidden behind the shadows of how we portrayed ourselves to each other, but when I looked in his eyes I knew. When he looked in mine, he knew too. We were in love. 

Our relationship had changed, it went from something peaceful to something loud, wild, and free. But it wasn't bad at all. It was a beautiful change, a way that could only happen between two best friends in love. 

We had our good days, some of the best days of my life. There were the ones that were quiet, days in where neither of us could face the hardships of the world and we'd lie in bed with a pizza and the TV on and pretend it was just us in this world. Playing with Duke in the yard while he smoked and I sipped wine. Or we'd have the loud good days, hanging out backstage at concerts and singing the wrong lyrics to songs but never being embarrassed because that's just what we did. Driving around with the windows down as music echoed around the streets. 

But we'd also have the loud bad days. The screaming at each other, throwing thing's out of pure anger. To follow, it was usually the quiet bad days. Sleeping in separate rooms, ignoring each other because that's all we we knew how to do. I couldn't even blame it on being kids, we weren't kids anymore. We were barely lovers, barely even friends. 

And normally when people break up with their exes, you can block them. Ignore their calls, texts. You don't have to see their friends anymore, or look in their eyes but with Calum it was another thing that made him stand out compared to everyone else, I saw him everywhere. I drive past his house sometimes, just to see if his cars in the driveway. I know I could just man up and knock on the door and he'd let me in, he wouldn't stop calling my phone but I wasn't sure if answering was the right decision. 

The last night we spent together, all we did was argue and with every insult, we knew it was going to be the last time. Neither of us were mature enough to talk. He was mean. I'll never understand when boys are mean. Girls can be mean too, but hearing a boy be mean, they just know it hurts and they do anything they can think of to push their pain onto someone else to momentarily forget why they're angry in the first place. 

I had sat at the couch, hands folded in my lap, and Duke hiding out. He never liked when we fought, but I'm sure he'll enjoy it when I've gone. No more fighting. "I can't do this anymore." Calum was pacing behind me, hard wood cracking under the pressure of his steps with the weight of what was to become our relationship resting on his shoulders. He scoffed. "You can't." it felt like a threat. I wasn't afraid you'd hit me, I knew you weren't that kind of guy. But the things you said felt as bad, if not worse. "You can't leave me." it was my turn to scoff. I had mentally checked out long ago, and I was just ghosting through the rest of our relationship while I tried to find the easiest way to break it off. 

Quick paced steps and you sit beside me. "I'm being serious, where you gonna go?" I break my train of thought, blinking a few times, trying to find myself again. I worried I had let myself go through the past few weeks on autopilot and I had really left myself, not just you. I was finding my own consciousness again. "I'm gonna stay with a friend, we just... Need a while." I stated slowly, hoping for once he wouldn't try and talk over me, tell me no. "We don't need anything, what you need is to stay here with me."

"Whatever is going on with us Calum, isn't gonna be fixed by me being in this house anymore. We just... Aren't on the same path anymore and our time has run out or something." I explained. Maybe if I gave it an explanation, it'd make this break much cleaner. If you can give a problem an answer, there won't be a problem anymore. "You can't make a wrong relationship turn right. It doesn't work that way." I trailed off. 

We sit beside each other in silence. It echoes louder than the words. "Fine then, if you wanna go just fucking go. Can't stand this anymore anyway."

Another blow, worse than an actual punch. I guess I was expecting you to beg some more, maybe plead for a second chance but the giving up? I hadn't thought you were that kind of man either. I just stood up silently, grabbing my phone and dialing up my friend to come pick me up as soon as possible. I headed into our bedroom, chewing on my bottom lip to give me something to do aside from crying. My eyes were burning and I kept tilting my head up to keep the tears from sliding down my cheeks. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him see me cry. I packed my bag up with essentials. All the clothes that didn't have a story with you in it, thing's I bought myself. Everything that reminded me of you, I left behind. Another problem to deal with another day. 

I turned in the bedroom, about to head into the bathroom. I find you standing there in the doorway, just silently watching me pack. You always had the saddest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen. "So that's it then? You're just gonna leave me without a fight?" Calum argued. I sighed, pushing open the bathroom door and shoving more of my thing's into a bag. It was my turn to watch you in the bathroom mirror as you stand behind me. 

It reminded me of all the good times like this. In the morning, how I'd brush my teeth or do my hair or makeup and you'd just watch, enamored. It crushed me. All the times I helped you cut your hair, when I watched you shave your beard. I flipped around, leaning against the bathroom counter and dropped my bag, arms crossing over my chest. "I think we've done enough fighting." I nodded along, accentuating my point. Calum couldn't think of anything else to say to disprove me, so I picked my bag up and looked him in the eye, but he couldn't hold it for longer than a second. His whole frame took up the doorway. We used to talk about our future children and whose features they'd come to have. His height, his hair, his eyes, my heart, my smile. He told me he'd die of frustration if they took on my stubbornness. My attitude too. It just made me laugh at the time. But now that kind of thing seemed impossible to think of. 

Who's smile and laugh, hair and eyes were my future kids going to have now?

"You have to let me leave Calum." I said loudly. He shakes his eyes, eyebrows set in a deep furrow. He's grown so much since we started dating. I have too. We just didn't grow together, we grew apart and that's normal. My phone buzzes from where I had set it down on the counter, lighting up with a text from my friend that she arrived and was waiting for me outside. I pocketed my phone and push off the counter, walking up to him. "You gotta let me go now. I'm being serious." I repeated his line from earlier and Calum slips to the slide to let me pass easily. 

No one ever talks about how eerie it is to leave a relationship. Walking through the rest of the house, phantoms of our memories playing in my head, dancing all around me in broken fragments. I don't think there's anything wrong with me, or him. We were both stressed about work, the lack thereof on his end. Moving in was a huge step, and a huge mistake. But even with all that being said, it wasn't a waste of time. We both learned a lot about each other in our short time together. I learned how I wanted to be loved, and my perfect idea of love wasn't like this at all. Today ended up being one of our loud bad days, ending with complete silence as I walked through the front door. Maybe some day we'd find each other again, but at this time, I just don't think I'm ready. 

Even when I drive past his house, even when I wear the clothes he always liked most on me, even when I listen to the playlists we made together or ate our favorite foods in complete silence. I doubt there's ever going to be a day where I don't love him though. I wish I could forget, and I try to put more effort into it every day we spend apart, but I can't. I love him and it sucks.