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ameliora-j · 5 months

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— fame f❊cker 𐐪𐑂 michael clifford

𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie, THIS BLOG IS 18+ MDNI

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Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. “And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

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Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

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nicksbestie · 7 months

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can you write something where michael and reader go to the eras tour in paris? i just think it would be really cute and maybe the surprise song is the one michael proposed to you with :)

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Tonight was the night.

You and Michael had managed to get tickets for the Paris Eras Tour show, and there had been next to nothing you were more excited for. It had nearly topped Michael’s excitement over his own upcoming tour, and that was a feat to behold. However, you had no idea that there would be more surprises to come that night. As classic as it was, you both were going with the “Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince” costumes, feeling it was appropriate. You were both so happy with the way that the outfits had come out, and were nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement as you woke up that morning.

Concerts were obviously a big part of your life, with your boyfriend being in a band and being on tour a lot. Even before meeting him you had always loved live music, and with everything being shut down for so long, you were excited to finally get back to it, especially in such a big way with seeing Taylor Swift. The pre-show anxiety was always really heavy but you were so ready this time that it outweighed it. You had spent weeks planning out how you were going to do every little thing, and unbeknownst to you, so had Michael, just in his own little ways.

You had both followed all of the shows so far, seeing all of the surprise songs, groaning at losses of your favorites but cheering at some of the ones that had remained safe. The small amount of Reputation and Lover songs being played as surprise songs worried you a little bit that they wouldn’t be played at your show, but you knew that you’d love whatever you did get as your songs. Besides, you were seeing her in Paris, so you were insanely lucky to even get to go, and you couldn’t really complain.

Waking up in the hotel room that morning, you’d normally want to spend some time curled up, cuddling with Michael, having those sweet, soft, early-morning moments, but not today. You wanted to be ready, as quickly as possible. You had lower bowl tickets, so you didn’t have to get in line or anything for your seats, because there was no pit at the shows, it was all seated, which took a lot of stress off of you. However, you still wanted to be ready as soon as you could because you wanted good photos before you looked like a wreck, a good spot in merch lines, and more.

Michael was just as ready, he had actually been up before you, practically up before the sun was. He had big plans today, and didn’t want to risk you finding out anything about it, knowing that it would ruin his entire surprise. So, he pawned it off as just pure excitement for the show, knowing that you, also being insanely upbeat, would take it as a response easily. Which was exactly what he told you when you asked why he had been up for hours already, quietly slipping the small black box into his back pocket until he could move it to a safer spot without you seeing.

Yes, he was planning to propose. He wanted to do it at just the right time, but he hadn’t figured out when yet. He knew that he was doing it at some point that night, hoping for a really fitting surprise song so that he could do it then, but if they didn’t get a fitting love song and instead got a sad song, he would do it during Bejeweled, most likely. He felt like the jewels fit the scenario of him giving you a ring, and he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he thought about.

Somehow he was able to keep it a secret for almost a month now, not having told anyone, including his band. This was just a you thing, something very special to you and him, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as he possibly could. So, he tried his best to make sure that nothing slipped through the cracks, and he had succeeded so far. He knew this was going to be the best night of his life, because while he was very anxious about asking you to marry him, he knew deep down that you would say yes.

The time between getting ready and leaving for the show passed so quickly, spending nearly the whole time laughing with each other, talking, doing makeup, and making sure that you ate beforehand. Concerts were very draining in energy, so you made sure you water, and all of your items in your clear bag, including bracelets that didn’t fit on your wrists, portable chargers, hair ties, and more random things you decided you might need. Being with Michael, who was fairly forgetful, you had become the master of “just in case”. You finally left, the excitement continuing to build and build as you got closer to the venue.

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The show was going amazingly. You were nearly to the surprise song part, having a wonderful time. You’d traded armfuls of bracelets, knowing that they were possibly cutting into your circulation but just not caring. You were having way too much fun to spend time worrying about it, and you couldn’t even deal with the feeling of anticipation when you realized the last song before the surprise songs were starting. Michael was planning to pop the question during the second one, hoping for two love songs. The grin on his face nearly split wide open when he heard the opening notes of “Mine”, his hope flaring.

The both of you spent the song wrapped up in each other, singing your hearts out, you were crying at some point, both from joy, love, and maybe a mixture of other things that you couldn’t decipher, but you still were having the time of your life. Your hand brushed against Michael’s back pocket, eyebrows furrowing in question as you wondered what he could have in there, considering that it was lumpy. But, as Taylor began speaking before introducing the next surprise song, you didn’t think about it any more. Michael didn’t think that the night could get more perfect or that his luck could’ve gotten any better when the first verse hit his ears. Clearly, the universe was on his side.

“The moon was high, like your friends were the night that we first met…”

You screamed in delight, holding onto Michael’s hand as you jumped around, dancing, singing, placing a kiss on his cheek, absolutely losing your mind but in a good way. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t notice Michael’s hand slipping from your grip, nor did you notice him crouching down, dropping to a knee. The people around you noticed first, shaking your shoulder and screaming, pointing at him. You turned to look, the tears flowing even harder as you realized what was happening.

“I can’t give a speech here, but will you marry me?”

“Michael!”

His face was so red under the lights, blush creeping down to his neck as he anxiously awaited your answer. You frantically nodded, just being able to get out a “Yes!” between the sobs. He slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up and kissing you. As you broke apart, you smiled, him wiping the tears off of your face, his smile getting even bigger as you spoke, looking at the ring.

“Just so you know, I would’ve said yes to a paper ring.”

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phantompoguefangirl · 5 months

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WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER FIVE: FINDING OUT

I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules. But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you -Disconnected by 5 Seconds Of Summer

A/N: I messed up Mikey's hair color timeline so I picked a random color for this chapter. Also I own none of these songs or the movie mentioned. Just using them for the fanfic. And because it's fanfic we're gonna pretend this song is by Mia and not Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. Also TRIGGER WARNING:MORE ABUSE MENTIONED

*Flashback*

MIA P.O.V.

Michael and I seemed to just click from the moment we met and in the span of a few shorts weeks we became the best of friends. When I was with him or even thought about him, I felt a sense of joy and warmth that I had never felt before in my life.

When we started spending time at his house with Ashton, Calum and Luke the joy and warmth intensified. They were simultaneously the goofiest and sweetest boys in the world. Ashton and I clicked almost as much as Michael and I did and sometimes if Michael was busy or Calum and Luke had wrangled him into a fifa tournament I hung out with Ash. I found out Luke secretly loved shopping so sometimes if I was able to go, I'd text Luke and ask him to go with me. This became our thing very quickly. Calum and I mostly played videogames or watched movies together. All in all, it wasn't long before the band house, and the boys themselves, began to feel like home to me.

Of course, I only hung out with them when Jesse was at work or out with his buddies and made sure to always be home before he got home. He didn't really allow me to have friends unless they were also his friends so I had to hide it from him. I hated sneaking around because I did love Jesse and I was terrified of him finding out but I savored those few hours away from everything.

He almost figured it out when my song was released. It kind of sounded like it was about falling for someone but it was really just about Michael pulling me in and making me want to get to know him better as a person. However, I'd accidentally mentioned his green eyes and stuff like that and that was what set Jesse off. We were at home when the song was released and he hadn't heard it till then because he was always too busy. Myself and the studio execs told him it was a really good song and he said to release it as soon as possible. But when he heard it, he lost his shit and started beating the crap out of me, demanding to know who it was about and why I was cheating on him. I ended up having to play it off like the song was about Jesse and how I felt when we first met, which was believable because his eyes were hazel like mine but looked more green a lot of the time. He accepted that after a bit but he stormed out saying he needed a drink and he might be back late or maybe in the morning.

I tried to hold it together but failed as I called Michael as soon as I knew Jesse was gone.

"Hey! I just listened to your song and-" Michael started babbling excitedly, answering on the first ring.

"Michael can I come over? I don't want to be alone right now," I managed to choke out through my sobs.

He turned serious immediately. "Mia, are you okay? What happened?"

I couldn't tell him what really happened so I went with a loose version of the truth.

"No, I'm not okay. Jesse and I got into a f-fight and it was bad," I explained, sniffling as I spoke."He stormed out, probably to go to a bar and get drunk."

I heard him mumble something under his breath that sounded angry but a seconf later he spoke in a soft voice. "Do you want me to come get you or do you want to meet in our usual place?"

"Um, can you actually come get me this time? I just really wanna see you," I said. It wasn't a lie, I did desperately want to see him. But I also was feeling very weak and sore and I didn't think I would be able to walk to our place in this state.

"Text me your address. I'll be right there." He said as I heard his car starting in the background.

"Thank you," I said.

"Of course. Any time," He said before hanging up.

I texted him my address, then slowly got up and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a tank top and my usual skinny jeans and I was covered in bruises. Mostly only in places that clothes covered, like my arms, wrists, legs, stomach, back, etc. He was careful about that. Though sometimes he hit me in the face and he had to get me special makeup to cover it so nobody noticed because of course we can't stain his image or reputation. Today was one of those days, so I got out the special make up and applied it to my face. I'd long since learned how to make it look like a basic foundation, eyeliner and mascara look so nobody suspected. Once I was done with that, I threw on an extra large Rolling Stones pullover sweatshirt. It was Jesse's and he was tall and very broad so it was huge on me and covered everything nicely. I put on my converse, grabbed my phone, keys and bag, and waited for Michael to arrive.

He got there in record time and I winced as I pushed through the pain to hurry out to his car. His hair was now a couple different shades of purple and he wore his usual band tee and black jeans with a denim jacket. He looked perfect as always.

"Hey," He greeted me with a gentle hug. I leaned into his chest and let out a shaky sigh. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I just shook my head against him, holding onto his jacket for dear life.

"That's okay. You don't have to," He said, rubbing my back. "Why don't we just go back to my house and watch a movie?"

I nodded and he let go of me so he could drive. He turned on the radio and A Daydream Away by All Time Low began playing. I quietly sang along as I leaned on his shoulder while he drove home.

MICHAEL P.O.V

I had been antsy all day waiting for Mia's song to drop so I could hear it and once I finally got to, I was speechless with emotions.

"All I knew

This morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before

And all I've seen

Since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind making me feel like

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

'Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is, you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed"

Mia's beautiful voice rang out from my speakers and I sat there in disbelief as I continued to listen.

"And all my walls

Stood tall painted blue

But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down and open up the door for you

And all I feel

In my stomach, is butterflies

The beautiful kind, making up for lost time

Taking flight, making me feel like

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

'Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

And you'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed

Come back and tell me why

I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time

(Uh-uh-uh)

And meet me there tonight

And let me know that it's not all in my mind

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

All I know is we said hello

Your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed

All I know is we said hello

So dust off your highest hopes

All I know is pouring rain

And everything has changed

All I know is a new found grace

All my days, I'll know your face

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed"

Mia wrote that about me? She'd told me I inspired this song but I had no idea how much till now. She probably didn't know this, but honestly every word was exactly how I felt from the second I met her too. I was smiling like an idiot and I couldn't stop. I yelled at the guys to come listen and they adored the song as much as I did.

"Look at your face!" Calum suddenly said, pointing at me."I reckon our little Mikey is in LOVE!"

I must have still been grinning, even though the music stopped playing.

"Ooohhh really?" Luke and Ash said together in a teasing tone.

"Very funny Cal," I said rolling my eyes. "She has a boyfriend, remember?"

"That doesn't mean you're not in love with her." He said, smirking.

"Yeah but I'm not, so why don't you do me favor and fuck off." I said the last part sarcastically, flipping him off.

"Yeah you keep telling yourself that, mate," Calum chuckled as he walked out of my room. Ash and Luke laughed as they followed him.

I rolled my eyes again as I turned back to my computer. I saved the song to my computer and my phone. I was about to call Mia but her ringtone, which was Don't Stop Believing by Journey(one of her favorite songs), started blaring from my phone before I could.

Her broken voice on the other end of the phone told me that something really bad had happened and I wanted to kick Jesse's ass for making her cry. I pushed my feelings aside and I was in my car before I even asked if she wanted me to pick her up or meet.

When I got to Mia's house, I was surprised to see that it was a fancy mansion near Sunset Boulevard. She wasn't famous enough to afford that quite yet, though I knew she would be soon. Her boyfriend must be rich or something. She ran out to my car and I could see the pain in her eyes so I just hugged her for a moment. She didn't want to talk about it so I just took her to my house.

She looked tired so I carried her inside to the movie room. She mumbled something about loving my hair which made me chuckle. I'd forgotten I dyed it again last night, but I was glad she liked it. I set her down on the reclining couch and told her I'd be right back. I ran up to my room, discarded my jacket, grabbed pillows and blankets and brought them to the movie room. I set everything up and put on The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride, which is one of her favorite disney movies. I snuggled with her and wrapped my black comforter around us. She rested her head on my chest and I brushed my fingers through her hair while we watched the movie. We both started dozing off around 3/4 of the way through the movie when Kiara and Kovu were having their moment while Love Will Find A Way started playing.

I was abruptly awoken by Mia jumping up from the couch and groaning in pain as her foot got caught in the blankets and she fell to the floor.

"Mia?! Are you okay?" I exclaimed as I went to help her up.

"I'm fine. It's just late and I have to-" But I was not paying attention to her words because standing up shifted her oversized sweatshirt off of her shoulder and revealed a dark purple and blue hand print shaped bruise on her shoulder/upper arm.

"Oh my god, your shoulder," I said as I grabbed her wrist to bring her in for a closer look but she made a pained sound so I quickly loosened my grip. Confused, I pushed her sleeve up and found more bruises on her wrist and arm.

"What the fuck is-" I started to say, but she yanked her hand away and pulled her sleeve down.

"It's nothing," she said, moving the top part of her sweatshirt back into place as well.

"That's not nothing. Did Jesse do this to you?" I asked, worriedly.

"I-um...just...don't worry about it, Michael. It's none of your business," she insisted, backing toward the door.

"None of my-...Mia, you're my best friend and I care about you. Of course it's my business!" I exclaimed as I looked at her with wide eyes.

"Well, I don't want to talk about it. I have to go before he gets home," She said, turning to open the door.

"No wait!" I said, bringing her back to face me. I noticed a very faint darkness around her eye under her makeup that could pass as sleep deprivation but I knew better. Motherfucker had given her a black eye. I was torn between rage and and worry. But I purposely kept my voice calm for her. "Don't go back there. Just stay here and we'll keep you safe. You know we will."

"Michael, stop. You don't understand." She said, pulling away from me and looking down. The broken voice had returned and I could see tears dropping onto her sleeves.

I lifted her face so I could look into her eyes. "So help me to understand."

She gazed up at me for a moment and her eyes flooded over as she spoke.

"It's not just about my safety. Jesse's a big executive in the music world and holds all my contracts. He controls my career. He controls my money. He controls EVERYTHING. He could probably even ruin your career if he finds out about you and I won't let that happen. I have to go back to him or I'll lose everything and you could too."

I stood there in shock for a minute, absorbing this information. That explained the mansion and her eyes darting around and the rushing to leave and everything. Her boyfriend was an absolute piece of shit who used his power to control and abuse her.

I pulled her into my arms and held her close. "Hey, shhh, it's gonna be okay. We'll figure it out."

I doubted this asshole could do anything to my career or the band. We got lucky and had a pretty powerful management and legal team. Actually, maybe they could help with this situation.

"Hold on, I have an idea," I said, explaining it to her and then taking her with me to find the boys. Turned out they were in the downstairs studio messing around with their instruments. Feldy was there too.

I had Mia sit with the guys while I talked to Feldy alone. He agreed to help and got on the phone immediately. It was actually not as late as we thought so he was able to contact the appropriate people fairly easily. When he was done we went back to the others and I let Mia know that the plan would work.

"What plan? What's going on?" Ashton asked.

"It's up to you if you want to tell them or not," I told Mia.

She debated for a moment before standing up and removing her sweatshirt. She wore a basic grey tank top underneath and her arms, chest and back were all discolored by different levels of bruises. There were yellowing ones under the fresh purple ones. she lifted her tank top a little to reveal more layers of violet, blue, green and yellow on her stomach.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!" Ashton shouted, running over to her.

Calum and Luke flipped out too and started badgering her with questions.

Feldy remained calm but I could tell he was trying very hard to hold it together.

I just gaped at her in horror. It was painful to see her like this, like I felt each blow along with her. I worked to control my emotions while she explained everything to them. I helped her put her sweatshirt back on while I told them my idea and the boys were obviously on board.

We sat there planning for a long time, all the while reassuring Mia that everything would be okay...

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ohmyenjolrass · 4 months

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the gifted | 5sos greek mythology!au

are you ready to face your destiny?

the gifted are children of eight different greek gods. they are called 'gifted' because, from the union of a mortal and a god, they have received the divine gifts.

the eight gifted kids live in mount olympus with their godly parents, learning to control their powers. but everything changes when they are called to zeus's palace for a mission. they will be sent to planet earth with their name and their mortal surname to face a superior evil, who is spreading panic in the mortal war.

there, they will have to adapt to their new high school life, to live together, and to go by unnoticed. everything is easy until that evil which they have to fight appears in their lives.

will the gifted be ready to face their destiny and complete their mission?

starring . . .

elle fanning as aria townsend, daughter of demeter

sydney sweeney as emily campbell, daughter of aphrodite

maya hawke as nova pauling, daughter of ares

sofia carson as skylar sallow, daughter of athena

calum hood as calum hood, son of hades

ashton irwin as ashton irwin, son of hephaestus

luke hemmings as luke hemmings, son of apollo

michael clifford as michael clifford, son of ares

n/a: if you arrived until this point, hi there! i want to try this new format of fanfic i have been working on. i started this project in wattpad a couple years ago and i wanted to bring it back so here it is! i really hope you enjoy it, i will try to update it as much as i can. as always, english is not my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes! all the love x

#5sos fanfic #5sos au #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #greek mythology #greek mythology au #luke hemmings fanfic #calum hood fanfic #michael clifford fanfic #ashton irwin fanfic #the gifted au #elle fanning #sydney sweeney #maya hawke #sofia carson #ro writes things

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hemmingslftv · 2 years

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releasing the finals stress - mgc

Word count: 4.1k

Warning: rudeness, swearing, dirty talk, basically pure smut (18+)

Requested: no but requests are open! Plase send them my way I have been having a lot of inspiration lately

A/N: so I had my exams of this med school semester and I was super frustrated and stressed and I started writing and this happened, I guess I wish this had happened to me. English isn’t my first language so I apologize for any errors. Feedback is always appreciated <3 enjoy!

Masterlist

It’s finals season again, and you were cursing yourself for not having studied more before, again. Every time was the same, you cared a lot about your performance on your tests but you were also a professional procrastinator. So, when there were only a few weeks left for your exams you started to panic and spent 18 hours of the day studying, 6 sleeping, and that was it. And that’s exactly what you had done this time.

It was currently 11 PM. You had gotten tired of sitting on your chair all day and had moved your books to your bed. You were trying so hard to understand a certain part of your subject when the doorbell rang. “Ugh” you muttered getting up. You opened the door and found Michael standing on the other side.

“I brought you dinner” he barely had the time to say before you were closing the door on his face. He reacted quickly stopping you and stepping into your apartment without permission. You shook your head no while you headed to your room. “Are you just gonna ignore me?” he questioned following you.

“Goodbye Michael” you said not even turning around to face him.

“That’s what you say when your best friend buys you dinner?”

“You know I don’t have time for this now” you stated as you sat on your bed again preparing to continue studying.

“You haven’t answered my texts in days, I was getting worried”

“Oh and so you thought since I didn’t have time to answer texts I would have time to have dinner with you?” you asked with a disbelief tone.

“Hey, you’re being kind of rude” Michael said as he sat on the side of the bed behind you. “I just wanted to make sure you were fine”

“Well I am clearly not fine. I have 5 days left for my first test and I still have all of this to memorize” you signaled to all the books on your desk and bed, “so unless there’s any way you’re gonna help me to remember all of this quicker, if you’ll excuse me” you said putting on your headphones and turned your back on Michael ready to ignore him.

“Oh, c’mon! You’re gonna nail your tests, you always do. But you need to take care of yourself too if you want to succeed at anything, you can’t forget that” he said knowing that you could still hear him with the headphones on. “I’m sure you haven’t even eaten all day, I’m not gonna leave until you have dinner with me”

“Then you’re gonna have to wait like a month just sitting there” you stated.

“Oh my god, y/n! you’re being so stubborn” Michael said starting to get desperate.

“I’ve always been and always will be, if you don’t like me you can stop being my friend. Now go” you said pointing at the door.

“You really need to relax, geez”

“Ugh, you’re annoying me Michael! I just need to study and then I’ll be fine, okay?” you said raising your voice.

“Don’t yell at me, y/n” Michael said trying to stay calm, he knew that your anxiety was speaking for you. “You know that’s not how it works, you are so tense! Let me help you relax, please” he got closer to you and put his hands on your shoulders making you jump at the sudden contact.

“Don’t” you tried to say but Michael was already massaging your shoulders and you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side melting at his touch.

“See? This feels good, right? Your muscles are so tense” you moaned quietly at the feeling and Michael’s heart accelerated at that sound but he chose to ignore it.

“I really can’t, Michael, I need to study” you said again but with the softest tone you had used so far.

“Shhh” Michael almost whispered continuing the massage. “It’s just for a couple hours, I miss my bestie” he said after a few minutes, when he noticed your breath was less agitated.

“I miss you every time you’re busy and I just have to bear with it. This is important for me”

“I know, of course it is, but it’s my job to help you through times like this so you don’t like die of anxiety or something” he said making you giggle. “There you are!” he cheered and you couldn’t help but smile. “So?”

“Fine! But you can only stay for dinner and once we’re done you’ll leave, okay?” you said turning to face him.

“Yes!” he said with a grin on his face. “Can I get my hug now?” he asked and you shifted your position and gave him a tight hug. Michael served dinner while you took a quick shower.

“Sorry I took so long, I almost fell asleep in the shower” you said as you entered your living room. Michael couldn’t help but notice your pyjamas were shorter than the ones you were wearing before and how your hard nipples peeked through your sleeveless shirt.

“See? You need to rest more” Michael said handing you your plate and trying to clear his head while you sat on the couch next to him. He knew he shouldn’t think about his best friend that way but he just couldn’t help it.

“I know but I just can’t, I need to push through or I’ll fail. I should have started studying earlier but I was busy touring the world with someone” you said pointing at him.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” Michael asked pretending to be offended.

“Of course it is!” you both laughed. His laugh was your favorite sound in the whole world. The next minutes were spent talking, you complaining about college and he explaining the new sound of the 5sos songs they were writing lately.

“But have you slept at all?” Michael asked as he noticed how dark your under-eye circles were.

“Not really. I can’t stop my mind from racing when I go to sleep and I’ve been having nightmares every night, but I’m coping with it, really, it’s nothing new”

“That’s not how it should be, y/n. You shouldn’t have to suffer this much” Michael pouted and a small grin appeared on your mouth.

“You’re so cute when you worry about me, did you know that?” Michael blushed at your words and looked down at his plate, then up at you again.

“Oh, you have some food on your nose” he said as he leaned in closer to you. He brushed the food off your face with his finger and before any of you realized, he was kissing your lips softly. You didn’t even have time to kiss him back before he pulled away.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry y/n, I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry” he said not being able to look at you. “I’ll just leave” he continued with the intention of getting up.

“Hey, hey, wait” you said still a bit in shock. “It’s okay, I didn’t mind that at all. In fact, I would do it again but maybe letting me kiss you back this time” you smiled at him.

“Really?” he asked while he scratched the back of his head, a red tint covering his cheeks.

“Mmhh” you nodded and before he said anything else you got up and sat on his lap straddling him. You moved his hand to your hip and now it was you playing with the hair at the back of his head. He gulped quickly changing his gaze from your chest to your face, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“What are you doing, y/n?” he said with a shaky tone.

“You said you wanted to help me relax and this would very much help” you said as you moved your hips towards him so that you would both feel some friction. A small noise escaped his lips at the feeling making you grin.

“Wait, do you really want to do this with me? I mean if this is just because I kissed you it’s fine if you don’t want to do anything” he asked confused.

“Of course I want to Michael, you kissed me but it’s not like you’re forcing me to do any of this” you said repeating the movement of your hips a few times almost as if you were riding him slowly.

“Oh my god” he muttered. “I, I can’t do this, y/n”

“What? Why? I mean I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just thought you kissed me and I’ve noticed the way you look at me when I’m showing a bit more skin or wearing a tight dress. So I thought, I don’t know, are you not attracted to me?” you asked moving back a bit so that there was more space between you too, suddenly feeling shy and scared you had misread the situation.

“Of course I am. You haven’t made me uncomfortable It’s just that I am already so head over heels for you” he said not being able to make eye contact with you. “I don’t think I’d survive having sex with you and then acting like friends again. I can’t do the friends with benefits thing with you, I’m sorry” he confessed.

“So what you’re saying is that you love me and that’s why you don’t want to fuck me, Michael Clifford?” you asked surprised. You had never thought he reciprocated your feelings. Sure, you knew there was some tension between the two of you but you never believed there were feelings on his side.

“I-I guess, y/n. And I know you don’t feel the same way and it’s fine, it really is. But I want to keep being your best friend because you are one of the most important people in my life and I don’t think I can if we do this” you got closer to him, placed your hand on his jaw and tilted his head up slightly to make sure he was looking at you.

“I love you too, idiot” you confessed back with the biggest grin on your face.

“You do?” Michael asked in disbelief

“Of course I do! Do you think I would travel to literally anywhere just to be with you even though that might mean I fail my tests if I didn’t?” he smiled back at you and you close the space between your mouths pressing your lips to his. The kiss quickly heated as you moved your mouths perfectly synchronized. Your tongue asked for permission to enter his mouth and he opened his lips letting you in. He grabbed your hips with his other hand as well trying to push you down so he could feel you better. You were already a little bit wet and you could feel his member starting to get hard. Michael broke the kiss and you whined.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We really don’t have to” he asked again.

“Yes, Mike, I’m sure”

“Okay. I haven’t done this in a long time so I don’t know if I’ll be good at it” he explained with a quiet tone and blushed once again. You had noticed Michael never really spoke to you about sex. It’s not like it was taboo because you had shared a couple of experiences with him, so you figured it was probably because he didn’t feel comfortable speaking about his personal experiences with you, but you never thought it was because he wasn’t having sex.

“That’s okay, let’s just have fun”

“I really don’t know if it’ll meet your expectations” he sighed and you could tell he was getting very nervous about this.

“Hey, baby” you said making you both shiver at the pet name, the situation feeling new but right. “I’m still me, okay? Your bestie. There are no expectations here, literally none” before he could even reply you started to kiss his neck and behind his ear, you knew he had a sweet spot the guys always teased him about there. And you found out he sure did when he let out a low groan as you kissed it. You kept leaving sloppy kisses all over his chin and neck so that he could see how eager you were to finally have him. Your hands trailed the muscles on his abdomen under his shirt while you kissed and you moved back so you could remove it. Michael took the chance to kiss your neck down to your chest. You moaned softly at his actions and Michael cupped your breasts over the shirt, playing a bit with your already hard nipples. “I love your nipples” he mumbled against your chest, sending vibrations all over your body “they’ve always turned me on so much” you moaned again, a bit louder this time. “God your moans sound better than I had imagined them” Michael whispered at your ear and bit your earlobe. “Can I?” he asked pointing to your shirt, you nodded giving him permission and he took it off in a second. “Fuck, your breasts are so beautiful”.

“Let’s go to my room” you said getting up from him and grabbing his hand so that he’d follow you. You both quickly cleared the bed throwing your books to the floor.

“Sorry about that” Michael said as he picked you up and helped you lay on the bed, situating himself on top of you.

“It’s fine” you said wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You shared a short but passionate kiss while Michael moved his hands up and down your thighs making you moan into the kiss. He moved his mouth down to your stomach leaving wet kisses all over you on his way there.

“Up” he said asking you to move your hips up so he could pull down your shorts and underwear and you complied as quick as you could. After he had removed your clothes he caressed your inner thighs making you shiver. He traced your inner lips with his index finger at a painfully slow pace.

“Mike” you whined.

“You are 100% sure you want to be with me?” he asked again, the lack of confidence present in his voice. “I just want to make sure you’re not feeling pressured”

“Oh my god, Michael! Why would I feel pressured? I already told you, I love you and I want you. Now put your fingers inside of me for god’s shake!” Michael let out a small giggle.

“You really are a bit rude sometimes, and bossy” he said leaning in to kiss you.

“Sorry” you said giggling too.

“Don’t apologize, I love that about you” he said going back to his previous position and introducing one of his fingers inside of you without any more warnings. He watched you as your back arched from the pleasure, pulled his finger out and introduced two, then three when he noticed how your hips moved trying to take all of his fingers in.

“Fuck, Michael!” you screamed as he accelerated his pace. His other hand moved to your clit and started to rub circles on it in perfect synchronization with the fingers inside of you. After a few minutes you felt the knot on your lower abdomen close to exploding. “Keep doing that babe, I’m gonna come” you moaned making Michael groan. He kept that pace for a few seconds more and you were coming undone moaning his name on repeat.

“That was so hot, y/n” Michael said pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them with his mouth.

“Oh my god, Mike. I think that was the best orgasm of my life, I don’t know why I’ve never had sex with a guitarist before” you joked while breathing heavily. As soon as you recovered from your high you switched positions with Michael, who had already taken off his pants and underwear. You could see the precum already dripping off his hard cock and you licked your lips at the sight.

“Seriously, y/n, you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen”

“Well you are the hottest person I’ve ever seen, Michael” you replied. You spread his legs with your hands placing yourself in between them. Michael’s cock was twitching with every touch to his skin and you couldn’t wait to taste it. You leaned in to kiss him again, taking the time to work on his sweet spot after that while one of your hands softly palmed his member. You trailed kisses down to his chest, biting one of his nipples making him moan your name. “God my name sounds so good when you moan it” you told him right before biting his other nipple. You kissed down both sides of his V line getting ready to taste all of him. Your right hand gripped the base of his cock at the same time as your left one grabbed his balls squeezing them just enough to make michael groan loudly. Your walls clenched at the sound and you closed your thighs trying to get some friction. The hand on his cock started to move up and down slowly while you observed how he closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you’re right now” you told him, trying to boost his confidence and make him feel as comfortable as possible with you.

“Thank you” Michael said finding it difficult to speak from the pleasure. “Babe I don’t think I can do this and be inside you tonight” he said turning red again.

“That’s okay, let me just make you feel good and we can have sex another day, okay?” you asked and quickly licked the tip of his cock right after.

“You sure?” he managed to ask in between moans.

“Mmhh” you nodded. “I really want to taste you baby” and with those words you kissed his tip and opened your mouth trying to get as much of his cock as you could inside of it. You slowly pulled back up and released his cock with a pop of your lips. “So. Fucking. Yummy” you said liking his tip in between words.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re making me so hard so fast, I don’t think I’m gonna last much more”

“I can’t wait to see you come, Mike, I’ve imagined it so many times” your constant dirty talk was driving Michael crazy and you could tell from the way his cock was throbbing at your words. You put him inside your mouth again all the way until his tip touched the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag and making your eyes teary.

“God, you’re so pretty like this” Michael said looking down at you.

“And it’s all for you” you responded “put my hair out of the way for me?” you asked him moving his hands to your head. He grabbed your hair and pulled it back on a ponytail. He got up slightly just so he could reach it better and he could also get a better view of you while you worked on him. You made a few circles with your tongue around his tip and licked all the way from his balls to his tip before putting most of his cock on your mouth again and wrapping your hand around the part that didn’t fit. You fastened the pace as you felt Michael hands pulling tighter on your hair. You moaned at the sensation sending vibrations all over Michael’s body. You felt his breath accelerating and his moans getting louder and you figured he was close so you looked up, trying to lock his eyes with yours. You wanted to admire his face when he came.

“I think I’m going to come now, love” he almost whispered not having the strength to speak properly. You nodded and forced again his cock onto your throat making you gag. “Oh god” he said trying to pull your hair up so that you would move out of the way. “Baby move, I can’t hold it anymore”. But you didn’t and you kept working on him looking at his face that was turning redder and redder by the second.

“Come for me” you mumbled with his cock inside of your mouth and that was enough to send Michael over the edge. You swallowed as much of his cum as you could before pulling away and then licked his cock trying to clean the rest.

“Fuck, y/n. I would have never guessed you were so dirty but I love it” Michael said as he regained his normal breathing. “Sorry I came so fast”

“Hey, stop it! I’ve told you there are no expectations here, okay? I’m hoping this is not just about the sex and besides, I loved that so much, the way your eyes shut close as you came was, again, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I came way faster than you did so”

“You know this is not about the sex for me, but I really can’t wait to be inside of you” Michael said pulling his arm out to reach you and wrapping it around your waist making you lay on top of him. Your warm skins touching each other made you both feel at peace.

“Tomorrow morning, maybe?” you asked as you looked up at him. A smile appeared on his face as he understood what you were suggesting.

“Do you want me to sleep over?” he asked combing your hair with his fingers.

“If you can, I’d love to”

“So only your partners can sleep at your house during finals season? because an hour ago you told me I couldn’t” he teased.

“Well an hour ago you hadn’t given me the best orgasm of my life”.

“Okay, fair enough” he giggled.

“Thank you, Michael”

“What? For the orgasm?” he asked laughing.

“No! Thank you for always taking care of me. That’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you, how you are always there for your friends” you confessed tracing his To The Moon tattoo with your fingers, your head laying on his chest.

“It’s the least I can do, you’ve always been there at my lowest” you stayed still, listening to his heartbeat. “So what does this make us?” he asked after a while making you look up at him.

“Well, I thought it was clear but this makes us fuck buddies” you joked making him giggle.

“So funny”

“I think this makes us...what were the words? boyfriend and girlfriend?” you laughed.

“Yeah, I just wanted to hear you say it” Michael smiled as he leaned to kiss your forehead. “How have we not done this before?”

“Well honestly I never thought you had feelings for me, Michael”

“What? How could I not have feelings for you? You’re perfect in every single way, you know that!” he said making you blush.

“You should have made a move then”

“You know me! I never think anyone cares about me how could I think you reciprocated those feelings?”

“Do I have to remind you of that time I was drunk, walked to your house and literally told you to let me ride you?”

“Well, you were drunk! And I thought there was physical attraction and nothing more” he responded.

“Same here” you said reaching for his lips to kiss them.

You laid there naked in silence enjoying each other presence and vulnerability for a few minutes. “Can we just stay like this forever?” Michael asked.

“I wish we could, but I really need to study” Michael couldn’t help but laugh at your comment. “Stop! I’m serious” you said sitting up on the bed. “I need to pass these tests”

“Sorry, you’ll pass them” Michael reassured you as he sat up too. “I just found it funny that that was exactly what you said when I first came here tonight”

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Can I sleep on your shirt? I’ve been wanting to wear your clothes for the longest time now” Michael smiled at your suggestion.

“Of course” You went to the living room to get Michael’s shirt and put it on before returning to your room.

“You look so beautiful on it, and so sexy” Michael said as you entered. He had already covered himself with your sheets and he was waiting for you to fill your side of the bed.

“Not now Michael, we need to sleep”

“Okay, okay” Michael said putting his hands up. You laid down next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer. He took a deep breath trying to absorb your scent. “This feels so right” he said in your ear. You nodded and turned your head to kiss him. “Can I stay for lunch tomorrow too? I promise I won’t bother you” he asked.

“Not the puppy eyes, Michael! You know I can’t say no to that!” he giggled. “Okay, you can stay but you have to let me study. If you don’t I won’t hesitate to kick you out” you warned him.

“I will” he kissed you again and you turned your head to its previous position.

“Goodnight, Michael” you said shifting in your place trying to get as comfortable as possible.

“Goodnight, baby”

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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If you're still taking requests, could you do one where the reader is Michael's fuck buddy and a fan records them on a date hanging out and someone recognizes the reader and basically get exposed and idk make it angsty where Michael accuses the reader of purposely exposing them or soemething and they end things and there's a time jump and idk I'm just in a angsty mood lmao

Written for Graduation Blurb Weekend. Today, May 8th 2022, is the last day to request.

Gender Neutral Reader Insert. CW: 18+ Content (Smut/Smut Adjacent). Read more is higher up for this reason!

Down We Fall

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You kiss at Michael’s jaw, lips scratched just a little by the beard he’s been growing over the last few weeks. You invite the feeling, the slight burn because behind that is the warmth in your gut as his hips rut into you.

“Fuck, baby,” he gapes into your skin. His breath is hot, his own body tingling and succumbing to the pleasure your body is giving his.

A small whine leaves your throat. “Please,” you whisper. The edge of release is teasing you with Michael’s painfully slow but hard thrust. You know he wants you there, begging him. He loves it. You wonder if he loves it because it makes him feel wanted. But you are happy to give into him, happy to make him feel euphoric even if it’s only for these fleeting moments.

“Please what?” Michael grunts pulling out of you.

“Please use me.” Your begging is punctuated by a thrust. “Yes, use me.”

Michael watches your mouth hanging open, head tilting back. Your throat looks back at him, the hickeys he planted there earlier are starting to blossom. His stomach flutters at the darkening skin. You are utterly gone beneath him. You are nothing but your desires, nothing but the heat in your gut, and the heat that you two share and Michael adores watching you like this.

Your release crashes through you. Watching you squirm, body tensing and relaxing in his arms. spurs Michael to finish soon behind you. His weight falls to the side of you after a moment of the haze starting to clear. You lay there for a minute longer and when the bed dips, you sit up, running your hands over your face. You’re trying to come back to yourself, trying to blink away the last few edges of ecstasy.

There’s still the whole afternoon. The errands you need to run--dropping off mail, groceries, stopping by your parents house to the family dinner that you said you’d attend since you dipped out last month. You weren’t looking forward to that part, but you had agreed and knew backing up the day of would surely have your father calling to gently urge you to at least call your mother.

Those are all the things that enter your mind that make it easier to peel yourself out of Michael’s bed. Not that you needed much prompting. The arrangement between the two of you was well understood even if it was understated. You hung out with Michael, slept with him, but never really pushed for more. He hung out with you. He slept with you, but also didn’t ask for more. Post his breakup, Michael had approached you one night. You wish you could say it was a mostly sober thing. Both of you were high, having ducked some of the guys to sit on Michael’s back porch and blew smoke into the seemingly starless night.

“You hungry?” Michael asks as the two of you pass each other. Him on his way out of the bathroom and you on your way into it.

“The usual?” you return over your shoulder.

“Of course. My treat.” Michael watches you as you walk through the threshold.

“Oh, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were taking me out on a date.” Your voice floats out from the bathroom.

He smiles a little and catches the flutter in his chest. Did he want to take you out on a date? Could what the two of you have even lead to something more? “Don’t tempt me. All I need is the word,” he returns.

“Of course.” You return from the bathroom a few minutes later to Michael halfway dressed. You watch the muscles of his back as he buttons up the pants. You should not be trying to savor this moment, and yet you are. You quickly find your clothes and redress yourself. There’s no time for feelings here. No time.

You follow behind Michael through the streets. You need your car because once the two of you are done eating you’ve got to get your day rolling. Normally, you might’ve gotten all your errands done earlier, but you’d been with Michael last night too. And by the time you got home, you had another time from him, asking you to come back again today. There was no way you were going to say no.

The restaurant doesn’t seem busy just yet, but you know that the lunch rush will be coming in the next half hour. So you and Michael order quickly and take your food to a table near the back to eat. Something you noticed Michael choosing to do a lot with you lately. But again, you know given his life and the fans, anything they could get their noses into the fans would. So you settle for the back table.

“Looking forward you family dinner?” Michael asks and he smiles a little already knowing the answer.

You scoff, dipping your fries into the ketchup. “So ready.” Sarcasm drips from the words and Michael snickers.

“You could always lie,” he offers. “Your neck isn’t looking so hot from this angle.”

You’d seen the hickeys and already figured you’d have to find a collared shirt or dig out something else to hide them as you were cleaning up earlier. “Yeah, and I wonder who put them there,” you counter, watching Michael duck his head a little. But you catch the rosy tint to his cheeks at your jest.

“What’s on your agenda for today?”

“Soak up the last few days of paradise. Tour rehearsals start next week.”

You nod. “UK and Europe is first, right?”

“Yeah, after that, the Americas and…” he trails off for a moment, trying to recall what’s next after the South American and North American legs. But his memory is failing him. You look behind him, back into the sea of the place and notice a group of girls huddled closely together. For a moment, you think they might just be friends huddling to gossip together, but a phone moves in closer in the direction of you and Michael and the whole group looks up at you.

You smile in return and they quickly look away, but you return your attention back to Michael. He’s still going on about all the places for tour but you quietly interrupt. “Don’t look now but your six, my twelve, are definitely some fans.”

A small sigh escapes Michael. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone would recognize us.”

You shrug. “It’s your world Michael. I’m not mad. They don’t seem to be moving in. Just recording I think.”

It still causes Michael a small moment of discomfort. He was used to being recorded, knowingly and unknowingly. While the latter situation wasn’t okay, he’d just gotten used to it. But the thing he didn’t want was for you to fall victim to it either.

“Do you want to grab some boxes and then jet? I don’t--I don’t know how you feel about being filmed?”

You shrug, taking a bite of the sandwich. The action alone answers his question and the two of you stay seated and finish your meal. As you leave, Michael behind you, you in front, you spot the girls and give them one last smile to hopefully ease any tensions. They nod in return and then fall back into each other.

Michael watches the exchange only in passing and gives a smile too to the group. He’ll stop if they stop him, but if they don’t, he’ll keep going as to not put you in anymore awkward situations. He walks you to your car, his leftovers in his hand. “Don’t burn down your parents house alright?”

You lean up against the driver side door. “No promises.”

“I expect nothing less.”

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Two days before Michael leaves for tour, he calls you late into the night. You know by the pant and whine in his voice what he is calling you for. You pause your work on your dishes and lean into the counter. “Take one hand and drag it up to your nipples, baby,” you whisper into the phone.

You listen for the exhale to crackle through the phone to let you know that Michael’s following the command. “It’s not the same,” he whines out a few minutes later, cock in his fist. “God, you’ve spoiled me.”

“I’m a ruiner. Now take your free hand and move down to your sac.”

Michael groans into the phone; he sounds a little muffled and you think he might be wearing his bluetooth headphones to have both hands free. But you listen for the harsh exhales and the curses Michael breathes out.

“Good-be good for me,” you command.

“I will. I am,” he returns.

You talk Michael through his orgasms and you clench at the sound of his haggard grunts and moans at his climax. “Wish I was there with you.”

“You could be,” he counters. Part of him wants you to be here, wants you to see him off. But feelings aren’t supposed to be a part of this.

“If you have tomorrow, I can be,” you offer.

“I’ll always have time for you,” Michael whispers.

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You show up to Michael’s place the next day not too bright in the morning and when Michael answers the door, there’s a bit of sweat on his forehead. “Perfect timing,” he laughs. “Just got back from dog’s walk.”

You nod, adjusting the strap of your bag up onto your shoulder and step through the door as Michael steps to the side. “It’s like I’m a God,” you tease.

The late morning and early afternoon are spent buried in each other. From shower, to bedroom, to kitchen, Michael takes everything he can from you and you happily give it. You take what you can from Michael too. As the late afternoon turns into early evening, Michael suggests going out for dinner. He’s eaten through most of what’s in his house and what he knows will go back in his time away. Though he has friends checking up on the house in shifts, Michael made strides not to leave anything that would spoil. You happily agree to the dinner and refresh quickly.

The two of you barely get your drinks that you ordered before you spy someone holding out their phone. You look more directly in the direction and the phone is quickly lowered, when it’s clear you’re watching. Michael noticing your distracted attention looks over his shoulder and sees a couple people ducking closer together.

“Again?” he sighs.

You shrug. “Appears so.”

He looks back to you and spies you on your phone. “How do they keep finding us?”

You give another disinterested shrug. You know that the universe has a funny way of working and you’re not necessarily in the mindset to figure out the way it works. Michael keeps watch and he wants to take your unconcern to mean that you’re okay.

“I-I don’t want this to come across the wrong way,” Michael starts.

You set your phone down, having texted your brother back that you’re not at home for him to come by. You don’t tell him where you are, but instead offer to pick him up on the weekend. Your eyebrow arches. “You do realize that whatever you’re about to say is now like 2 times more likely to come across wrong.” You punctuate the sentence with a small laugh and motion for Michael to continue on.

“Do-do you know how we keep getting spotted?” He doesn’t want to believe you’re setting this up. But it’s starting to feel too much of a coincidence. The last thing he needs are rumors even before he’s ready to admit anything.

You blink, shaking your head for a second. “Are you asking if I’m leaking where we are?” You keep your voice low but push each sentence out through your teeth.

“I-I don’t--Look, I like hanging out with you and I like what we have. But if you want something or are trying to push for more, then I-I need to have an actual conversation. I don’t need leaks. And I don’t want this to sound like I’m accusing you. I mean coincidences do happen. But I-I just need to know you’re not doing this.”

You throw your phone at Michael and it hits the table with a harsh thud. The silverware shakes and clatters against each other. Michael tries to catch the device to soften the blow it’ll endure on the table. You’ve given him the passcode on a few occasions. “Check. Fucking check to see if I’m doing anything nefarious. We’ve been doing whatever this is, fucking and hanging out for months now. And yes, maybe I’m not sure if more is being built but the thing I would never do is out you and your location. As much as your fans are supportive, some are entitled. That puts you in danger. The last thing I want is to put you in harm’s way.”

Your hands shake a little in your lap. How could Michael come to any sort of thought that you’d be selfish enough to want your face connected to him by such manipulation and trickery?

“I’m-I’m sorry. I just, I had to ask. Please I believe you, okay. I’m sorry.” He places your phone down on your side of the table. Your eyes are narrowed in on him and he can see the tension in your jaw. The way you’re pushing out each exhale through your nostrils.

You wish now you’d driven here yourself. You rode with Michael, but sitting across from him is making your blood boil. “No, I want you to fucking check.” You unlock your phone and it takes all your strength not to chuck it at his chest. You hold it out and Michael shakily accepts the device. “Start with my latest text message. See who it was too.”

Michael taps on the Messages icon and then he sees your brother as your top thread. “It’s your brother.”

“Click on his name. Open up to make sure it’s his number.”

Michael does as instructed and verifies that it is the same number he has in his phone. “It’s his number.”

“Read my text to him.”

Michael goes back to the thread. “‘Not home tonight. But I can get you Saturday. Want a sibling ice cream date or is it bad at home?’”

Your parents had started to get into more verbal fights since you left home. Your brother, at sixteen, was stuck there and did his best to get out of the house when he could. You had chosen Michael and it sucks to know that he’s at home listening to fights. But you’d always rescue him when you could.

“Huh, sounds an awful like me being the big sibling here and wanting to save my brother from the fucking hellhole that our house has become for him. Find the next text thread. Go to my instagram. See who I’ve been DMing.”

Michael looks up to you, sees the fire in your eyes. “I believe you.”

“Check,” you return.

He sighs, swipes and finds the IG app on the second page. It takes a moment to load and when it does, he hovers over the message tab. “I don’t want to do this. It was wrong of me to phrase it like that.”

“Check.”

The tears are stinging behind his eyes because he knows. He knows that he won’t find anything. He knows that you’re doing this because every ounce of you is burning. “I can’t. I know. I’m sorry.”

You push away from the table, the glasses and plates clatter. You stop at his side and tap onto the icon. Even if Michael wanted to look, he can’t make out much from the screen as his eyes fill with more tears. You tap through the threads. “College roommate--they just graduated with a Masters. Friend from high school. They just had a kid.” And down and down the threads you go. When you’ve exhausted the threads from the last few months, you go to your camera roll. You go to Twitter. You show him your likes, your DMs there too.

With you standing in the middle of the back corner, you know you’re definitely causing a scene now. When you’ve exhausted every corner of your phone, Facebook, Snapchat, event the Camera Roll. You make sure to show even the deleted photos, the nudes you know too are on Michael’s phone, the silly memes you’ve needed to clear out for ages. You show him everything. All Michael does is mutter out his apologizes.

You take your phone in return. “Finish your dinner. When you get home, I won’t be there. I hope the tour is amazing. I hope each show is fucking incredible; I think your fans deserve an amazing show. But I fucking hope you miss me with each show too. I fucking hope when you look at them, you think about what you accused me of.”

You don’t wait for a rebuttal, only strut your way to the front and put in Michael’s address for the Uber.

Michael stares down at the table and watches each teardrop fall. He doesn’t order anything. Just counts the seconds. He imagines you in the back of the Uber, storming into his house, Throwing your bag back together. He imagines how you probably do say goodbye to the dogs and when you’re done, hold onto the spare key.

Half an hour later, Michael stands from the table, face pink and eyes full of tears that will spill soon. He makes sure to leave a large tip for the server and settles into his car. True to your word, when he returns, you are not there. He climbs the steps of his porch and tape to the door is a note.

Plant pot. Michael tilts up the pot on the front steps and sees not just one but two spare keys.

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You check your phone and notice the almost daily voicemail from Michael. Three weeks, 19 messages. Most of the early ones are apologies, Michael breathing heavily as he tries to keep back tears. You expect the same today. Though you never reply to him, never let him know you’ve got them, you listen to every single one of them.

As you press play, you continue your pour of the cup of water. Your brother laughs in the background as the show continues on. “Hey. I think you’re sick of my apologies if you’re listening to these. So I’ll skip my blubbering session and get to the meat of it. I do miss you. Every show has been mind-bogglingly incredible. I’m happy to see the fans. They have such great energy. But I see you in the crowd every night. You are haunting each and every show we do. Because I want you to be there. I want you to witness it too. I don’t know what spell you’ve cast, but your face haunts every show. Your cheer echoes in their cheer. Your smile lingers behind their smiles. You are in everything and I should’ve-I should’ve given you more benefit of the doubt. I was paranoid. I kept wanting you more and more, and in less physically intimate way. I wanted to tell you about Moose’s funny face. I wanted to tell you about the new recipes I tried and nailed. I wanted to talk to you about your day and listen to every single word you spoke because I wanted you in the emotionally intimate sense. I wanted to lie next you at night and talk about where we’d be in 5 years, if we’d have kids together, what a wedding could look like for us. I wanted to bake banana bread with you and play video games with your brother to show him I cared about him too. I wanted to go to family dinners with you and shield you and your brother from your mother’s comments. I wanted so much with you and I was too fucking scared to say anything, to admit that. And so now the ghost of you buries every high moment because I’m not sharing it with the actual you. I hope you’re doing better out there.”

The message ends. You play it back, listening to Michael’s voice with your eyes closed.

I hope you’re doing better out there.

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absolutewhore101 · 2 years

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Shots

Pairing: Platonic!Micheal Clifford x GN!Reader

Summary: you need to get some shots, and Mikey's there for you

Warnings: talk of needles, depiction of anxiety

Word Count: 1.0k

Minors DNI

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“Hello?” Micheal’s voice rang through your phone.

“Hi. I have a favor to ask of you. You can totally say no.” You said.

“Um… okay?”

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. The boys didn’t even know of your fear of needles, and you had hoped to keep it that way for as long as possible.

Yet, today was the day that your secret would be out.

“Okay. So, well, usually Crystal does this for me, but as I’m sure you know she’s got plans today. Um… so I have to go to the doctor’s today for like a physical thing, but last time I was there they said I would probably have to get some shots today.”

“Okay? Do you want a ride? I can do that.” He said.

“Kind of? Not exactly. I haven’t told any of you guys this because it’s like super embarrassing, but I’m not, like… the biggest fan of needles.”

There was silence from Mikey’s end, and you could picture him trying to put the pieces together in his mind.

“Would you maybe be able to come with me? To… I don’t know. Crystal usually holds my hand but now that I’m talking about it I realize how stupid this is so we can just forget that this ever happened, yeah?”

“No, what? No, that’s fine, I’ll go with you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Mikey said.

You let out a sigh, relief flowing through you. Your body sagged against the chair you were sitting in as you closed your eyes.

“Thanks, Mikey. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. What time are we leaving?”

You pulled your phone back from your ear to check the time before you answered.

“About an hour if that’s okay?”

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll pick you up.” And with that, he hung up.

Now that he knew, the embarrassment that you previously felt about the boys finding out dissipated.

One hour later, Micheal was walking up the stairs to your apartment. A loud knock resounded around the small space, and you opened the door to see Mikey on the other side.

You gave him a nervous smile.

“Ready?” He asked you.

You couldn’t find your words, so you just nodded your head as you followed him down to your car.

The drive there was tortuous, and Mikey tried his best to get you to calm down to no avail.

“Hey,” he said, and you looked over at him. “I know you’re nervous, but I’m here for you, okay? I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t want to.”

You gave him a grateful smile. “I know. Thank you.”

Pulling into the parking lot outside of your doctor's office shot adrenaline through you as you tried to wrap your mind around what was waiting for you inside. You could feel panic start to creep into your chest, but before it had the chance to take over, Mikey’s hand landed on your shoulder.

He gave you a small smile, and you turned back to face the building, taking small steps. Checking in and sitting in the waiting room was almost as bad as the drive. Your knee was bouncing up and down as you tried to control your breathing.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” A nurse called out.

You stood up, Mikey’s hand on your upper back as he followed behind you. You gave the nurse a nervous smile as the three of you walked back to the room you would be in.

The physical was going fine. You were exactly where you needed to be, which was a major relief.

“Alright,” the nurse said. “I’m going to go give these papers to the doctor, and then someone will be back in a few minutes to give you your shots.”

You nodded, muttering a thank you as she walked out.

You turned your head to see Mikey giving you a reassuring smile.

“You’ve got this. I’m right here.”

Your hands began to shake, and you were barely keeping your breathing under control. When the nurse walked back in and you caught a glimpse of the needle, tears sprung to your eyes.

Mikey stepped in front of you so that you couldn’t see the tray. Your eyes locked with his, and you felt a moment of respite.

“Hi! You’re not Crystal, so I’m assuming that you’re Mikey? I’m Laya, I’m usually the one who gives Y/N their shots.” Layla, the nurse, explained.

“Hi, yeah, that’s me.”

Layla looked over to you, sympathy filling her brown eyes.

“Are you ready?” She asked you.

“No.” You immediately replied.

“Perfect.” She said.

You reached your hand out, grabbing onto Mikey’s as you turn your head away from her.

The sound of her putting on gloves made you close your eyes. The cool sensation of the alcohol wipe on your arm made you tighten your grip on Mikey’s hand. The sound of her picking up the syringe quickened your breathing.

“Alright, I’m going to count down okay? 3…”

You clenched your eyes shut.

“2…”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“1…”

The prick of the needle as it entered your arm sent tingles down your spine. A few seconds later, she pulled it out and immediately threw it away so that you wouldn’t have to see it.

You didn’t move from your position as she placed a band-aid on your arm, and none of you spoke.

She left the room and quickly returned, holding your paperwork.

“I’ve got your paperwork right here. No rush.” Layla said quietly before leaving again.

You finally turned to look at Mikey, expecting to find humor in his eyes. Instead, you were met with a sea of understanding.

You got off the table and he wrapped you up in a hug.

“Good job. I’m proud of you.” He said.

“Thank you. That was one of the better ones.” You told him.

“Anytime you need me to come, I will. Me or any of the boys. We’re here for you.”

“I know.” You smiled. “I know.”

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Title: Wasted Heart Author: Liz Chapter: 8/? Word Count: 1,464 Rating: MA Genre: Romance, Angst Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations Summary: Avery and Luke were high school sweethearts who got engaged young, though, only a few months in she called everything off. Now a couple of years later thanks to Avery’s job they are brought back together. Though both have seemingly moved on, or at least it seems that way. Excerpt: She'd already had her first rebound.

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valentiyne · 7 months

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Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Paper-thin walls and numerous noise complaints.

FULL BOOK: MIDNIGHT | L.R.H Warnings: None! Slight swearing if you squint hard enough Word Count: 2.8k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Game Night was hosted every third Friday of the month. Cramped in the new tiny apartment, 7 friends and their significant others wound up on my shitty couch shouting nonsense at each other.

The living room consisted of the old couch, my TV on top of a cardboard box I hadn't quite unpacked yet, and numerous card games.

Holding the slip in my hand, I eye the timer in front of me on the makeshift coffee table My eyes scanned the paper quickly before jumping up and snapping my fingers, "Okay okay, it's born in the water but moves onto land when older."

My friends stare at me dumbfounded, their minds elsewhere as I furrow my brows and tap my feet numerous times. "Come on guys, it's what a tadpole turns into when it's older!" I'm practically yelling now, eyes darting between my friends sitting down and the tiny timer on the table.

"A baby turtle?"

"Andddd time"

I groan in annoyance, dropping the slip of paper while walking back to the spot on the couch, and plopping down with a huff.

"A baby turtle? Seriously?' I scoff, rolling my eyes at my friends who couldn't contain their laughter at my obvious annoyance.

"Okay I'll go nex-", My friend Abby was cut short by a knock on the door. It wasn't necessarily a pound, but it definitely made all of us go silent.

We all look at each other quickly, almost mentally counting everyone to make sure it wasn't an expected visitor.

I slide off the couch, my eyebrows raised for a moment before I walk towards the door. Standing on my tiptoes, I look through the peephole to see my next-door neighbor, Lucas, standing there with an annoyed expression painted on his face. I sigh and unlock the door, poking my head out with a smile.

"Are we too loud?", I ask with innocent eyes, my bottom lip tugged into my teeth as I speak quietly. Lucas gave a friendly smile, his eyebags hidden behind his eyeglasses as he turned to point at his door, "I know it's a Friday night but I'm really busy in the studio tonight... kind of hard to concentrate when there's a bunch of girls next door squealing over....?"

I finish the sentence for him, "If tadpoles are baby turtles." I rub the back of my neck shyly, laughing almost to myself.

"Right yeah, is there any way to keep it down just a tad?"

I give him a thumbs up before we part ways- him rubbing his eyes and kicking his door shut with his bare foot and me turning around and closing it softly. My friends all huddled up behind the door, eavesdropping on our conversation, and as soon as the door shut, they all squealed quietly.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n!", My friend Abby gushing, nudging me with her shoulder harshly. "You never told me you have huge chemistry with your neighbor?"

My eyes grow wide and my hands shoot up in defense, "Oh no- Lucas? He's just a neighbor"

All of my friends' eyes were on me now, and an awkward silence fell upon us. I give a mere shrug before walking back over to the coffee table to scoop up all the cards spawled across it.

"Game night at mine next time?", Abby asks from beside me, picking up the numerous cups with mysterious liquids in them with a disgusted look on her face.

I just nod in response, shoving the cards in their rightful places before sighing softly. We said our goodbyes with platonic kisses on the cheeks and dramatic waves before I was left alone in my apartment again.

It was cold, empty, and dead silent in here- completely opposite of the neighbor beside me I'd assume. My bedroom was similar to the living room- a tiny mattress rested on the floor and my toiletries were packed away in numerous boxes I was too lazy to unbox. My head hits the stiff pillow below me and I could hear Lucas in his bedroom strumming his guitar, humming to himself lowly.

It was a little after one o'clock in the morning, but he seemed to be wide awake singing.

"some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard"

It had officially been two weeks since the game night and two weeks since he came to my door. Lucas and I would occasionally make eye contact on the way to the mailboxes or even hold the elevator for one another- but not a single word was shared between us. He was always in his own world, his head bobbing to an imaginary beat inside his head.

Every night I could hear him singing to himself softly, the wall dividing our bedrooms was as thin as paper. The occasional groan and the sound of notebooks hitting the wall distracted me on nights I needed to sleep, but I never once said anything to him. He was a musician- and a very good one to say the least. I didn't want to be the annoying next-door neighbor.

I swing my door open, looking out into the hallway and scanning each door before finally averting my eyes to his own. The wrench in one hand was held on with a tight grip while the other hand carried the TV mount at my side. I could hear the sounds of various instruments being played from behind his door, his voice clearing every few moments to restart a lyric if it didn't sound right the first time.

The hand that held the wrench swung up, knocking on his door a few times before I took a step back and awkwardly looked around the hallway once again. The sounds from behind his door abruptly stopped and I could hear his heavy footsteps making their way towards the door now. Taking one more step back, I watched as Lucas opened the door and looked down at me,

"I'm sorry, am I being too loud?", He cheekily asked, a smile painted on his lips.

"No no, you're fine.", I laugh at his innocent teasing, quoting our most recent encounter. "I was actually coming over to see if you knew how to mount a TV", I poke my head around his figure and motion towards his apartment, "but seeing as you're busy-"

"I'm not busy." He corrects me, leaning inside his door to grab his keys before turning back towards me and grabbing the box from my hand. "Let me help you out, it'll take 10 minutes tops."

It didn't take 10 minutes. Hell, It didn't even take 30 minutes.

There Lucas and I both were, tools of various shapes and sizes sprawled out across my apartment floor and a cheap bottle of wine I found at the back of my fridge.

"Lucas are you sure you know how to-"

"It's Luke and yes, I know how to do this", he grumbles nonsense to himself as he flips through the instruction manual for the third time tonight. I sighed to myself slightly, trying to keep myself from laughing by taking a swig of the wine.

"Could always just use thumbtacks"

This makes Luke laugh, his eyebrows relaxing on his face and cheeks going bright red. He tosses the manual at me, and I put my hands up to defend myself.

"I'm pretty sure some thumbtacks couldnt hold a 35 pound Tv," He holds his stomach as he rolls around my floor, laughing loudly. I roll my eyes at this, groaning and tossing the screwdriver on the floor.

"Look, it's getting late. I'll just have you come over and do it another time.", I point towards the clock, which was held up with thumbtacks, that read two o'clock in the morning.

"Oh shit, sorry I totally spaced it," Luke stands up now, gathering up his tools quickly and giving me a crooked smile. "I'll swing by sometime this week to help you, I promise." I'm smiling now, shooing him out the door quickly.

"Yeah yeah see you later, rockstar", I tease and close the door abruptly, only to be stopped by a foot in the way.

"What are you doing tomorrow?", The way his eyes glimmered in the hallway light, his hair slicked back from sweat and cheeky dimples appeared as he smiled at me.

"I have finals tomorrow morning, and I'll probably be dead by the time its over- anytime after that I'm free.", I groan dramatically and push my palm into my forehead.

Luke just nods, freeing his foot from the doorway, and gives me a thumbs up, "I'll be sure to be quiet tonight so you can get your rest." I thank him kindly and give him a soft wave before closing the door behind him.

Luke was anything but quiet. I tossed and turned throughout the night, pushing the pillow closer to my ears as I heard him attempting to sing a lyric he wasn't even finished with. if there's one thing I've learned about him in the month and a half I've known him- he was a perfectionist. He sang the same things over and over countless times making sure it was absolutely perfect.

"Cause all these bodies are hoping to get addicted-"

I swing my arm up, smacking on the wall a couple times before groaning and letting it fall to my side once again. His side of the wall went silent immediately, the shuffling of papers and a small mumbled "sorry" was heard.

Luke had avoided me from that point forward: he didn't hold the elevator for me nor did he come and check his overflowing mailbox.

I found myself at his door once again, knocking in one swift movement before clearing my throat. I could hear him shuffling around his apartment, a loud thud followed by a "shit, one second!".

The door opens and a dripping-wet Luke is before me, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. I blink a few times, holding my gaze above his shoulders out of respect.

"Why are you avoiding me", I ask in a monotone voice, cutting straight to the point. He raises his eyebrows at this now, one hand sassily on his hip.

"Who said I was avoiding you?", He chuckles lightly and opens the door wider, motioning for me to enter. My nose is filled with the smell of the oven baking something sweet mixed with his charcoal body wash. I step inside with a smile, closing the door behind me.

Luke wipes the water from his face and turns away from me, entering his bathroom for a split second, leaving me standing in his kitchen.

I glance around his living room: Pictures of his friends and family are hung up neatly on the wall, his instruments are laid out on the floor around his couch, and his bookshelf is overflowing with numerous copies of musical books.

He emerges from the bathroom once again, now clothed in a sweatshirt and basketball shorts and the towel that was once wrapped around his waist was now encased in his curls.

"I was just going to invite you over actually," He laughs again, flashing me his million-dollar smile before pointing at his dining table. It was decorated with a lace tablecloth, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in a glass-decorated vase, and a plate of steaming hot pasta was laid out. I smile to myself slightly, looking back up at him before taking my seat at the table, he rushes forward, scooting my chair in for me before taking his own seat across from me.

"What's the occasion?" I ask while picking up my fork, poking at the seafood pasta that was professionally plated. If you would've told me he hired a chef to make dinner- I would've believed you.

"I was loud on the night of your finals and I felt horrible knowing I kept you up all night", He picks up his napkin and places it neatly on his lap, "I wanted to make it up to you after I mounted your TV buttt you showed up a little early", He teases.

I take a bite of my food, groaning into the fork with a muffled giggle as my eyes look up at his. The food was amazing, and the flavor was intricately picked out to perfection.

Going back, this perfectly proved my point that Luke was a perfectionist.

We found small talk, conversing over what I was majoring in and what he was busy working on.

"So the album is almost done, I just need to finish this last song," He shrugs his shoulders and scrapes at the remains off his plate. I smile to myself, looking up now with innocent eyes, "Maybe I can help?"

He stands up abruptly, turning around and opening the oven to reveal the freshly baked brownies he had made- from scratch may I add. I groan in anticipation and rub my hands together dramatically. He grabs the brownies with oven mitts, turning around and facing me.

"If you want to help me, I'll allow it", he laughs and places the pan down gently and walks towards his living room, picking up a notebook that was previously thrown across the room.

"Here", he places it in front of me, removing my empty plate and walking

The notebook was written in barely eligible handwriting, with numerous words crossed out and mental notes scribbled on the sides.

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard so if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word. when the doors are all closing.....It's bound to get ?? all these bodies are hoping to get addicted to

The rest of the page was scribbled out, lyrics that never made the cut. I snatch the pen from the metal spiral holding the pages together and click it once.

"it's bound to get.... loud?" I scribble it down next to the question marks and look up at him, scratching his chin with a nod. His cheeks were red now, the wine flushing through his body.

"What rhymes with loud?"

I look up at him now, as he scoots his chair right up next to me to the point our legs are touching.

"Cloud, hmmm,"

"Sound," we both say in unison.

Luke claps his hands together and grabs the pen from my hands, opening the notebook to a new page and scribbling down the new and improved lyrics. I watch him closely, the way his eyes twinkled and dimples poked through when he was concentrating.

I was so screwed. I was falling for my next door neighbor.

I didn't see him for another two weeks, his side of the wall seemed eerily vacant and completely silent. I even knocked a few times in hopes he'd knock back in some sort of rhythm, but there was no response.

Hearing the knock on my door shot my body out of bed, sweat dripping down my neck and sides. I groan and tap on my phone to check the time, blinding myself in the process. The pounding never stopped, not until I stumbled out of bed and opened my door. My heart skipped a beat, praying that the blonde would be on the other side with that cheeky smile I adored.

"Hello?", I ask in a groggy voice whilst rubbing my eyes and squinting up at the person who disturbed my slumber- at 2 a.m. may I add.

Instead of a person, I was met with an empty cold hallway. I avert my gaze down and towards my door mat. There, set up neatly was a bouquet of flowers with a note tied to the front with white lace.

I smile at myself and crouch down, picking up the thoughtful gift and looking down the hallway one last time before kicking my door shut.

Y/n,

I'm sorry I didn't see you before I left. Our album releases at 2:30am today and I was supposed to leave at 2... I just knew I had to leave you something on my way out. I hope you like the flowers I picked out my mom helped me.

I'd have probably sent you the link to the album by the time you finish reading this note.

I'm going to be all over the world, touring and doing what I love. I can't wait to be back home and see you again, i'll make sure to facetime every change I get.

love,

your rockstar

I could hear the familiar ringtone from my bedroom, alerting me that Luke was a man of his word. I wipe a few stray tears and make my way to the bedroom, snatching my phone up with my free hand and clicking the link he had sent me.

This is the song I spent the last 3 months working on, keeping you tossing and turning until finally you perfected it.

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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complete | m.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: you surprise michael after his long tour, all he’s been wanting is you.

warnings: none

a/n: time for some mikey appreciation, i love him sm and i rarely see anyone writing for him :( this is also my application to become ur fave 5sos writer lmao. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3

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as the tour officially came to an end and the guys went back home, it was days in the studio for michael writing and creating melodies for the guys. he loves it, sure. it’s his passion after all. making music people can enjoy no matter how high or low one is feeling, seeing fans across the world sing and dance along to their music is what kept him going. but it was draining. incredibly draining. sometimes he’d forget to sleep, it would be seven in the evening then the next time he looked at the clock it was already five in the morning. he would even forget to eat as well. but he missed you most of all, he was gone for months and all he wanted was to feel your soft touch and the sound of your voice.

you missed michael too, his dorky jokes whenever the two of you hung out. getting to hear snippets of their upcoming songs or projects. he was your soulmate, you hated being away but also it was the price of dating a very well-known artist. when you got the news your boyfriend and best friends were back you had cleared it with everyone that you’d surprise your boyfriend. you brought some of his favorite foods and a few sweet treats to congratulate him on the successful tour.

knock knock

michaels head lifted from the computer, he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows. he wasn’t expecting anyone. especially not at the studio. he pushed himself away from the desk and walked over, opening the door and revealing you. you had a wide grin and multiple bags in hand. “hi!” you cheered, michael chuckled in disbelief he stood to the side letting you come in. similarly to him, you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. “what are you doing here?” he asked, shutting the door quietly following you. you sat down the bags of food and turned to your boyfriend who looked awful. not in like an ugly way, but like ‘oh my god you look dead, why haven’t you slept’ type of way.

your grin went to a frown almost immediately. “babe, your eyes” the faux blonde shook his head, “i’m okay” he tried to assure you but it only made you worry even more. you wrapped your arms around his tall figure, holding him tightly. to michael this is all he wanted, taking in your scent again. he closed his eyes feeling at peace for the first time since returning home. when you pulled away he felt his heart skink a bit. he wanted to hold you longer.

“what did you bring?” his eyes flickered to the bags then back to you. “well” you started, bending down and fishing out a few products. “i have some of your favorites and a few sweets so we can celebrate your successful tour” the grin on your face made him smile. he nodded and led you over to his sofa where the two of you would sit and eat a little of everything while michael told you stories of tour life.

it was getting later in the night now, you two had been talking for hours. just missing each other. you stood up from the cushion and started cleaning up all the trash decorating the sofa. michael watched, you could be doing the most absurd thing and he would still think you were the most beautiful person on the planet.

gently he reached out for your arm, “could you hug me again? i think i need it” you turned to look at him, giving him a nod. “you didn’t have to ask.” you crawled back onto the sofa and held michael. “i missed you so much” he breathed, his arms resting on your torso. you smiled, kissing his forehead. “i know. but get some rest, yeah? you deserve it”

within minutes, he was fast asleep in your arms. soft snores escaping his lips. this was all he needed, you and your touch.

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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Billionaire Baby

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Summary: In which Luke pays off your tuition in full and only asks for one thing in return

Pairing: Sugar daddy and investment banker!Luke x sub!reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, nonsexual submission, overstimulation, jacuzzi fucking, doggy style, mentions of free use, unprotected p in v, fingering, underage drinking given to reader by Luke, sugar daddy mentions, student (university/18+) x older male relationship, bondage, Luke has an obedience kink, overall really fucking filthy and a bit fluffy ;)

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: Luke leans more towards boyfriend instead of sugar daddy than I originally planned, but I still adore this work anyway. I put my heart and soul into this piece, so reblogs are much appreciated :)!

DNI under 18

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“What the fuck…” You mumbled, scrolling through your email.

You were sitting in the library, trying to study for your upcoming biochem exam, but failing a bit. You were getting distracted by everything, hence why you were scrolling through your email on your laptop instead of studying. The email was from two hours ago and it was asking you to come to the dean’s office today at three for a meeting.

You began to panic a bit, wondering why on earth the dean wanted to have a meeting with you. You had never, ever been in trouble academically or ever, for that matter. You were a bit behind on your loan payments, but not so much they were rescinding your admission, right? You cursed when you realized that it was currently two-thirty, and the dean’s office was on the other side of campus.

Quickly shoving your laptop, books, and stationery into your bookbag, you hurried out of the library that you loved oh-so-dearly. Going to Columbia University had been your dream since second grade, and that day that you saw the main library on your tour in tenth grade just confirmed that this was the school for you.

You slowed your pace a bit when you got closer to the building, taking a moment to soak in the crisp, fall air and the splotches of autumn that decorated the New York City sidewalks. You pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself and hurried up the steps of the School of Professional Studies.

“Hi,” You whispered quietly to the lady at the front desk as you signed in.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said, eyeing you up and down. “You’re a very lucky girl.” she winked.

You furrowed your brow, wanting to ask what she meant, but not wanting to be rude. You eventually just shook your head and sat down in the lobby while you waited to be called back. This was a huge school, full of children of the rich and famous. She must’ve had you confused with someone else.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” the dean asked, walking out into the lobby. “Follow me.”

You quickly picked up your backpack and followed him, deep into the building where his office was sat. You struggled a bit to keep up with his long strides, being a bit out of breath when you finally reached his office.

“Take a seat,” he said not unkindly, opening the door for you. “This will be quick.”

You took a tentative seat on one of the down chairs on the opposite side of the desk, trying to control your breathing. You were afraid your features would show your fear, so you tried to keep your face even.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are extremely lucky…” he started. “Your tuition has been paid in full by an anonymous donor, to include everything you will need to complete your undergraduate degree.” he smiled.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, trying to stay polite, but also wanting to know what the fuck was going on.

“Someone has paid your tuition in full. Do you have any idea who it could be?”

“I…no…” You said, hoping the blush wouldn’t creep onto your cheeks.

You knew exactly who it was. There was only one person in your life that had that much money. Ivy League schooling wasn’t cheap, after all. You wouldn’t tell the dean who it was, though. That wouldn’t be good for a number of reasons.

“Enjoy your time here at Columbia, Y/N. You’re free to go.” the dean smiled, nodding towards the door.

You stood on shaky legs and walked out of the room, trying to process what you had just heard. No more student loan payments, no more living paycheck-to-paycheck, no more working at your shitty fast food job until 2 am. You pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and typed out a message as you walked out of the building and stood on the steps.

You: was it you???

Luke: Was what me, darling?

You: you know exactly what i’m talking about

You sighed, deciding to walk the half a block to your favorite cafe while you waited for Luke’s response. Your relationship with the blond was complicated. He wasn’t quite your sugar daddy, but he also wasn’t fully your boyfriend. It was never meant to spiral into a relationship, but Luke made you want more. Being a Columbia graduate himself, you had met him at a philanthropy event last spring. You had shared drinks and dancing, before he took you back to his large penthouse for a hook-up.

Ever since then, Luke had made it clear that he enjoyed your company. He spoiled you beyond belief, both with material things and with a very active sex life. Being a Wall Street investment banker had given him the attitude that he would take what he wanted, and you were no exception. As much as you were an independent woman in your studies, having Luke in your life took some of the stress away. Going over to his place after a long day of classes, only to receive a mountain of physical affection and usually a gift or two, was just what you needed.

Just as you finished ordering your chai latte, your phone pinged with a new message. You sat down at a cozy table in the corner and pulled out your laptop while you waited for your coffee, looking over the text.

Luke: Come over. You’re done with classes for today, right?

Luke: I’ll order dinner.

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen loose from your braid behind your ear. You quickly typed out a message, thumbs flying across the screen. Even as frustrated as you were at the possibility of Luke paying off all of your tuition, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him.

You: getting coffee, then i will<3

You smiled when Luke typed back three red hearts. He was never one for emojis, mostly because of how professional he was. Every now and then though, you were the lucky one to see that softer, less-professional side of him. As soon as your coffee was placed in your hand, you dashed out the cafe door, walking towards the nearest subway station to catch the train to Luke’s apartment at the southern end of Central Park.

Your heart was absolutely racing as you got closer and closer to the blond. Luke was unlike anyone you had ever met. He had an almost electric pull on you. Luke bore a striking resemblance to a prince, or maybe a king. The way he commanded his office and then carried that dominance home to you was probably the hottest thing you had ever experienced in your twenty years of life.

As soon as the subway pulled up to your stop, you were leaping off the train and up the stairs to the sidewalk. As soon as you got out of the tunnel, you couldn’t help but to crane your neck. No matter how many times you came to Luke’s apartment, you couldn’t help but to be in utter awe when you came upon Billionaire’s Row. The sky-high buildings made of glass and steel were highlighted so beautifully by the rest of the city lights.

You hurried your pace a bit, eager to see Luke inside of one of those penthouse suites. Eventually, you came upon the building that you knew all too well. Walking inside the lobby, the man at the front desk smiled at you, his name tag reading Randy.

“He’s home,” he smiled. “Right over here.”

“Thanks,” You smiled. “I don’t mind taking the regular elevator, y’know.”

“Oh, please. Take this one.” he unlocked the private elevator that would take you directly to Luke’s apartment.

“Thank you,” You smiled as the doors began to close when you stepped in. “I’ll see you later?”

“If you leave tonight.” Randy chuckled.

As soon as you were on your way up, your heart began to flutter faster. You hadn’t seen Luke in a few days because the stock market had been picking up and so had your classes, which made you so beyond eager to be around him once again. The elevator dinged and the doors to Luke’s apartment opened.

You stepped out onto the plushy, white carpet, looking around for the blond. “Luke?”

“Hey baby,” he hummed, coming out of the kitchen and wrapping you in a hug. “Miss me?”

You giggled when he buried his face in your neck, his stubble scratching your neck. “I did.” You said sweetly.

As soon as Luke pulled back, you looked up into his deep blue eyes before speaking again. “Luke, were you the ‘anonymous donor’ that paid my tuition?”

“I was. What? I can’t spoil my girl?” he led you into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down.

“Luke,” You insisted. “I never said that, but that’s hundreds of thousands of dollars. You don’t need to do that.”

“Watch your mouth, princess.” Luke gave you a stern look as he poured you a glass of Merlot.

You blushed, shrinking under his gaze. Even when it wasn’t sexual, Luke had a dominant aire about him. Maybe it was because he worked in such a high power industry, or maybe it was just the way he was, but the blond made you want to submit to him, clinging onto his every word.

“I just want to make sure we’re, y’know, equal. I want to make sure you feel loved, too.”

Luke slid the wine glass across the island to you, where you had taken a seat at the bar. “I don’t need that.”

You snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, you like feeling loved too.” You craned your neck and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Luke rolled his eyes, walking around the island and wrapping his arms around your midsection. “So you wanna know how you can make me feel appreciated?”

“If you wanna call it that, sure.” You shrugged.

“You can be my little toy for the next week. You’re free use for me,” he smirked, growling softly in your ear. “You think that’s equal?”

You nodded quickly, knowing Luke was going to take free advantage of the week, but not caring. “I think so.” You giggled.

“You know I love you, right?” Luke asked. “I don’t want you worrying about your tuition anymore. It’s done, it’s taken care of. You’re going to relax and let me make you feel good, darling.” he hummed, massaging your shoulders.

You blushed under the subtle dominance of Luke’s words, relaxing into his touch. You nudged your head into Luke’s chest and he chuckled softly, knowing exactly what you wanted.

“You’re so cute when you need me, baby girl.” he picked you, holding you under the ass and abandoning your wine glass on the counter so he could carry you to his large master bedroom.

You laid your head on his shoulder, speaking out a soft ‘I love you’. It had been a long day between classes and the stress of the news you’d received and now you just needed Luke to take care of you so you could relax for a little while.

Luke placed you down on his soft, silken sheets when you reached his bedroom, humming softly. “On your knees, honey.”

You did as he asked, kneeling softly and looking up at your dom with soft doe eyes. You were practically reeling with relaxation and happiness over Luke’s validation. You watched him softly while he bustled around the room, taking off his watch and getting things ready for the night.

“Good girl, baby,” Luke praised you. “You’re doing perfect, honey.”

“Thank you.” You said sweetly, knowing Luke enjoyed it when you responded verbally.

“Go wait in the bathroom for me, honey. I’ll be there soon.” Luke told you, looking at you sternly but speaking softly.

You scampered off to Luke’s luxurious bathroom, wondering what he had in mind. Usually, he would dom you in bed. You wasted no time on kneeling on the bath mat beside the jacuzzi tub, still fully clothed. If there was one thing you loved to do, it was be Luke’s sub. Something about letting someone else take the reins and guide you, sexually or not, helped you relieve your stress from attending such a demanding university.

Luke didn’t make you wait long. He came into the bathroom and saw you kneeling, giving you immediate praise. “Look at you, honey. Waiting like a good girl.” he cooed, flashing that million-dollar smile that had been on the cover of Forbes magazine last month.

You blushed, giggling softly. You could feel yourself slipping into subspace, that floaty feeling taking over your head as Luke fussed over you and took care of you. You leaned into his touch as he ran a hand through your hair, before moving to start the bath water.

“Nothing like a nice bath to help you relax, right love?” he smirked. “Arms up.”

You did as the blond asked and Luke pulled off your sweater. He left your glasses on, but reached for the button on your jeans. Luke slowly helped you stand up and then pulled your pants and your panties off, trailing little kisses from your collarbone down to your pubic bone. You could feel the way your body had completely relaxed into your subspace, molding like jelly at whatever Luke told you to do.

The blond fiddled with the settings on the tub, turning on the jets and adding the red lights, which were his absolute favorite. Luke put your favorite, rose-scented bath bomb into the tub before speaking. “Get in the bath, honey.”

You stepped into the large jacuzzi tub, holding Luke’s hand and sinking into the warm, fizzy water. “Thank you.”

Luke smirked, enjoying the way your face was tulip-pink at all the attention being showered on you by him. He wasn’t going to push you today; he had seen the stress lines that had burrowed their way deep onto your face. Besides, you two still needed to have the tuition conversation and he didn’t want you to be totally fucked out for that. Just enough to help you relax.

“I think you need some entertainment while you’re in the bath, hmm? Wouldn’t want you getting distracted…” he smirked, running his ring-clad pointer finger under your chin.

You immediately rested your chin on the ledge of the large tub, watching Luke with expectant eyes. He pulled back for a moment, just enough to make sure you were fully paying attention, but not enough to make you panic. Luke began to undo the buttons of his white shirt, smirking at you as he teased you so fucking slowly, ringed fingers pulsing as he worked.

Letting out a few soft, sensual moans didn’t seem to phase the blond. He simply continued to slowly undress, making sure you were watching the whole time. He wasn’t not not acknowledging you, but he also wasn’t giving you the attention you were oh-so-craving. Finally, Luke came to his gray, Calvin Klein boxers. He slid them off slowly, smirking at you as he did so.

“Mmmm, want you to dom me, Luke. Please. It’s so big.” You whined.

“Ahh ahh, we don’t whine, honey. I think you forgot to ask nicely, hmm?” Luke stood towering over you, completely naked, but in all his godlike authority.

Even in your fuzzy subspace, you could see why all of Luke’s female assistants fawned over him. He looked like something sent straight from Mount Olympus with his blond curls, perfect nose, and regal body type. He had a commanding aura about him, no matter what he was doing, and despite his multiple (yes, multiple) PhDs from different Ivy League universities, it was easy to understand how he did so well in the New York Stock Exchange.

“Sorry sir,” You whispered out. “Can you please dom me?” You asked in a sultry tone.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Luke planted a kiss on your head as he stepped into the tub with you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You giggled and blushed, still kneeling even in the bath. You kept your eyes trained on Luke, which proved a difficult task from here. Luke’s master bathroom was made up of crystal clear glass windows that allowed for a view of practically the whole city since he lived on the 69th floor. With the sun starting to fade into a hazy dusk and the lights of the skyscrapers popping on one-by-one, it was hard not to get distracted, but you wanted Luke’s pleasure much more than you wanted to enjoy the view.

You and Luke sat face-to-face, and he watched your eyes intently, wondering what joys he would unlock tonight. He began to rub your thigh up and down with his hand under the soapy water, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Relax, pretty girl,” he whispered. “Just let me take care of you.”

You began to relax under Luke’s touch and gaze, that is, until he began to sneak his fingers closer and closer to your opening. You unconsciously clenched your thighs around Luke’s hand, your nerves sensitive. You began to whimper, wiggling your hips closer to meet his fingers.

“Oh god.” You whined.

Luke smirked, running his fingers along your wet slit and trailing it over your clit. He smirked as he did so, scooting closer to you. “I want you to cum all over my fingers, princess. Get all that stressed properly fucked out.”

You moaned, thrusting your hips against Luke’s pulsating fingers. The blond began to make small, raindrop-like pulses on your electric spot, enjoying the view as you squirmed under him, practically riding his fingers.

“Good girl, honey. Takin’ it like the slutty little school girl that you are.” he coached you.

Your climax was beginning to build up, and you couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that escaped from your mouth as Luke finger-fucked you. As he tapped near your clit, he used three fingers on the other hand to slowly slide them in and out of your pussy.

“That’s it, baby. That feel good? Yeah?” he smiled, knowing you were entirely too close to say anything other than small ‘yes’’s and ‘uh huh’’s.

You were nearly crying as you tried to hold yourself back from clenching and cumming all over Luke’s fingers until he told you to do so. Your sex was absolutely throbbing with the way Luke was touching you, and the warm water from the tub was not making it any easier.

“Luke,” You nearly screamed out. “Making me need to cum.”

The blond gave one last time of really working up your rhythm, before kissing your chest. “Go ahead and cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You quickly released, and your walls began to clench around Luke’s fingers, coating them in your cum. The blond coached you through your climax, offering lots of praise and compliments.

“You are so pretty when you cum, princess,” he cooed when you had finished, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Takin’ my fingers like a good girl.”

You blushed under Luke’s words, leaning your head against his shoulder when he pulled you into his bare chest, hand running up and down your side. Luke had an almost intoxicating way of making your orgasms one of the most exhausting, but best, things you did.

“I think you need one more for good measure. Make sure all that stress is properly fucked out, yeah?” he asked you.

You quickly nodded, never saying no to Luke pleasuring you. The blond ran his fingers through your hair and down your face and upper body, making sure to keep you fully relaxed in subspace. Because you were essentially sitting on his lap, you could feel Luke’s cock hardening under you and you couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“Turn around on your knees, honey,” Luke coached, moving you off his lap. “Right over the jet.”

Doing as Luke asked, you had to bite your lip at the sensation of the rushing water tingling your clit. “Oh.” You moaned.

The blue-eyed man chuckled, caressing your upper back. “Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess?” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded, gripping the edge of the tub to keep yourself steady. Luke grabbed his white button-down that he had oh-so-conveniently placed on the tub ledge. He quickly used it to wrap your hands around the faucet.

“I want to make sure you enjoy this in the right way.”

You moaned at Luke’s erotic words, angling your hips back so that your ass would meet Luke’s boner. He pulled you back by the hips slowly, offering you lots of praise as your body melted like butter in his hands, allowing him to touch where and however. The blond told you to stay on your knees and lean forward into your bond, angling your back, and you whined as you felt the pressure placed on your already sensitive pussy, even without Luke’s dick.

Luke was practically a sex expert, and he knew your anatomy almost better than you did. That being said, he knew he needed to take you from behind in order to hit your G-spot. Your second orgasm was always faster than the first, and he wanted to make sure that he would get the pleasure of you cumming not only on his fingers, but on his dick as well.

He slowly straddled you from behind, his hips pushing into your ass, before inserting only his tip into you. The pleasure on the blond’s face was evident as he heard you release tiny moans and pants, already nearly overstimulated, just from an inch of him inside you.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled. “Did studying all day wear you out? Made you nice and needy for my dick, baby?”

You moaned, nodding your head and straddling against your restraints. “Yes…” You breathed out. “Yes sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Good girl.” Luke slid more of his dick inside of you, painstakingly teasing you.

You pushed your ass further against him, trying to take as much of him into you as possible. Luke was a big fan of doggy style and you had gone through this many times before; Luke didn’t give in to what you wanted right away, but nevertheless, you always tried. You tried desperately to distract yourself by looking out at the scenic cityspace in front of you, but the view was no match for the magic that was Luke.

“You are so fucking hot when you listen to me, Y/N,” Luke growled, tugging on the ends of your hair slightly. “Obeying just the way you’re supposed to like a good sugar baby.”

You moaned, craning your neck back and arching your back as the jets overstimulated your clit and electric spot and Luke’s dick teased your hole. “Uh huh…oh god, Luke.” You whined.

Finally, after what felt like forever to you, Luke slammed all eight inches of himself inside of you, bucking his hips so that you could feel his shaft pulsating. He began to ride you at an almost frenzy rhythm, slamming his hips into yours so that the sound of skin hitting skin and jacuzzi water splashing echoed around the room. The blond knew that if people in other high-rises looked hard enough, they could see him riding you doggy-style within an inch of your life. He didn’t care, though. You wanted to act like a good sub that was practically begging with your eyes for a slutty fuck, that’s what you would get. Besides, billionaires were too scandalous themselves to speak about their colleagues’ sex lives.

“Luke,” You nearly sobbed out, overstimulated by the jets rocking your clit and Luke railing you from behind. “Need to cum.”

Your second orgasm was always faster than your first and you could feel the tight ball building up in your lower stomach, begging to be released. The overstimulation from pressure on your clit and penetration from Luke was having tears running down your cheeks. Luke wasn’t letting up though. He wanted you to be so worn out that you could just relax and let him take care of you.

“You can cum, honey,” he hummed, fucking into you one last time before slapping your ass. “Cum all over my dick.”

You immediately did as told, crying out and straining against your bond as you released your climax. “Uh uh…feels so good.” You panted out, walls clenching around his cock.

Luke rubbed your back as you did so, gently guiding you through it. “That’s it. Good girl. Cumming all over my dick.”

You moaned loudly, thoroughly exhausted. “Thank you.”

“Ah ah,” he tutted. “You’re not done yet, baby girl,” Luke slowly untied the shirt that had bonded you. “Turn around.” he huffed coldly.

You did as he asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He had a smirk on his face, body radiating dominance and power as he lifted your heads above your head and tied them once again to the faucet with the shirt, only this time, you were facing him.

“You really thought you were gonna be done without me getting my pleasure off you?” the blond asked.

You blushed under his gaze, unconsciously bucking your hips to meet his. “Use me. I love you, so use me.” You panted.

“Think you need a nice facial to help you relax, hmm sweetie?”

You nodded quickly, knowing what Luke was getting at. “Please.” You said, eyeing his massively-hard boner.

Luke began to pump himself with his right hand, rings still on. It was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen, with his head thrown back, blond curls wet and plastered to his forehead, and his muscles bulging as he worked himself. You wiggled in the grasp of his white shirt, moaning loudly. You were beginning to get cold in the water without his body on you and you were making it very clear that you wanted him again.

“Gonna cum, baby.” he huffed out.

“Do it. Cum all over me, sir.” You whined in a sultry voice.

Luke didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately came all over your face, coating your eyes and cheeks in white ropes of cum.

“God, baby. So pretty.” he said, watching you blink the cum out of your eyelashes as he rode out his high.

You blushed. “It’s because of you.”

Luke reached for a washcloth in the fine basket beside the large tub and dipped it into the water, slowly wiping your face off with the warm, wet rag. “I love seeing you when you know you belong to me, princess.” he crooned.

You giggled softly, loving the floaty feeling that was coming from being in your subspace. “Thank you.”

The blue-eyed man continued to wash you off with the cloth, removing the stickiness from your face and body. Luke looked over and realized he had left a crystal champagne flute by the tub the night before.

“Do you need your hair washed, princess?” he asked.

You immediately nodded, absolutely loving it when Luke washed your hair. “Please.”

Luke smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead before using the flute as a sort of cup to wet your hair and using his own shampoo (which was vanilla scented, but no one else needed to know) to wash your hair. You melted under his touch, allowing Luke to take full control, directing you to close your eyes and lean your head back so he could wash your hair.

“All done, honey. Sit in the bath while I dry off.”

His words hardly registered in your brain. The wonderful feeling of being totally fucked out and having someone wash your hair had made you so sleepy. Luke quickly stepped out of the jacuzzi, wrapping a plush, white towel around himself and grabbing his phone from the vanity. The view of you naked, fucked out, in his huge jacuzzi and against the background of crystal-clear glass and the lights of Billionaire’s Row in Manhattan was too pretty for him not to snap a photo of.

The blond quickly dried himself off and dressed in a pair of cozy gray sweats with no shirt. No matter how much money he made off of Wall Street, that outfit would always be his pajamas. Luke pulled the plug in the tub, lifting you out of the tub easily and wrapping you in a pink towel with your initials monogrammed that you left at his apartment for hookups like tonight.

“Kneel, honey, so I can dry you off,” he told you. “Good girl.”

You melted under Luke’s touch as he dried you off and lathered you with sweet-smelling lotion. He slipped your red, silken nightie with lace details over your head before picking you up. Being your sugar daddy, he figured it was only fair to spoil you after you had pleasured him so well and that was exactly what he planned on doing. Luke carried you to bed, tucking you in softly. “What are you feeling for dinner, baby?”

You shrugged, feeling so sleepy and out of it. “You pick.”

“Nope, it’s your night, princess.” he chuckled softly.

“You already did, well, what you did today with the money and all. Let me order it.” You said, reaching for your phone.

“No ma’am,” Luke jerked it back. “You’re going to let me spoil you. You have two choices, baby. Seafood or steak.”

“..steak. Thank you.” You blushed.

Even though you had known Luke since the spring, you were still getting used to the whole “sugar daddy” thing. It was still rather unfamiliar to you to let someone else care for you, especially someone as rich as Luke. The blond easily ordered the food from both his and your favorite Michelin Star restaurant, easily curling up in bed with you after.

“Thank you for today. For everything. Are you sure it’s okay?” You asked quietly.

“Princess, I told you. The only thing you owe me is free use of that slutty little body for the next week.” he told you, burying his face into your neck as he spooned you.

You blushed and giggled softly, pushing yourself further into him. “That sounds good to me. But seriously, thank you. Helping me with my education means more to me than you know.”

“I know. That’s why I did it. Besides, smart girls are hot girls.” he smirked.

You happily cuddled into Luke’s side, sighing happily. And if Luke spent the rest of the night being beyond soft and caring for you, no one else had to know.

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nicksbestie · 7 months

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hi! i had an idea for a michael fic if you wanna write it :)

reader going with him to get his tattoo bands and symbol done? and since he said in the tattoo review video that he had to do get it done with a 32 point gun, it really hurts and he starts to feel a bit faint and reader is just sweet and loving with him. and when they get home, she helps him clean the new tattoo and is just really sweet and loving and yeah :)

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for the sake of this story, michael's tattoo bands were done on a diff day than the symbol, and they never faded or had to be redone!!

word count : 1186

warnings : mentions of nausea, lightheadedness, needles, general tattoo stuff

enjoy!

Tattoos were Michael’s thing.

Tattoos, video games, and music were his top three things that he loved, he was always a sucker for forms of art, even though they may be a little less popular or conventional. His tattoos all meant something to him, but he had played with the idea of just getting things done to get them done. Today, he had a tattoo appointment to get some basic, thick, black lines around his forearm, and he was really excited about it. His plan was to get the space between them filled with important milestones in his life, and he had scheduled that appointment for about a week and a half later, giving himself a bit of time between them.

The day of, he was about as excited as he possibly could be, and you were softly laughing at the way he nearly bounced off of the walls. He wasn’t a child anymore, but the tattooing still came with that child-like excitement. He could barely contain himself, the idea of new decorations on him making him more excited than a kid getting pounds of candy on Halloween. His tattoo appointment wasn’t until noon, and with him sleeping in until almost ten, plus the thirty minute drive to the appointment, and him being there a few minutes early to meet with his artist, he didn’t have to wait in anticipation for terribly long.

You had managed to get him to sit down and eat breakfast, laughing at his excitement, being so genuinely happy for him. You were shocked when he asked you to come along, but you had immediately agreed, being a tattoo lover yourself. So, you thought that maybe you could get a small design while he was getting his bigger ones. And that was exactly the plan, to get a small, random design. You hadn’t figured out what you wanted to get yet, but you were sure you could find something that fit your taste. You were a more patchwork person when it came to your tattoo designs, a lot of random little pictures decorating your arms in a simple sleeve.

Michael, in his rush to go, had forgotten a lot of the essentials, more specifically his normal Gatorade and a few snacks. Tattoo pain normally affected him more than the average person, so he always brought things to help keep his blood sugar up, and to help keep himself distracted. You knew he’d probably forget them, and so you packed some for the both of you in a small bag and brought it with you in the car. He was ever so eager to drive, and you let him, loving seeing him so happy.

You got there about ten minutes before his appointment was to start, so he took the time to speak with his artist. His usual artist had canceled, but he had agreed to go with a new artist as long as he got the time to talk to them beforehand, which worked perfectly. He trusted this new artist’s recommendation, he just wanted to be absolutely sure that his design and everything was clear. So, during this time, you chose to sketch out what you wanted to get, and ended up deciding on a very simple design, one for Michael’s band. A small safety pin with a heart at the top. There was another artist free for walkin’s, so you walked over and began having a conversation with them to set up the tattoo, stenciling, price gouging, etc.

By this point, Michael had started, and he whispered to get your attention, giving you a large smile and a thumbs up. You sent him one of your own, having not shown him the design, and hoping that he liked it when you eventually did show him. He smiled even wider when he looked down and saw that the design had been started enough that he could really see it, and it wasn’t terribly painful.

As you finished up your design, it only took about half an hour due to the small size of it, you went over the well known aftercare rules with your artist again, and then you sat still as you had it wrapped and made sure to pay, along with a well earned tip. Your artist had been kind, consistently checking in, everything that they should have done. It was a beautiful tattoo, and after you finished up the paying process, you moved over to take a seat on the extra spinning stool next to Michael, leaning over to see the beginning of his tattoo.

His artist had finished the basic lines of the tattoo, the outline was done, and they were switching over to a thirty-two point gun to make it easier and quicker to fill in the dark black lineage. But, this would also make it a lot more painful for Michael, even though you were sure that he could handle it. In fact, you didn’t have any reason to believe that he wouldn’t, completely forgetting about the lack of snacks and water he’d had so far, and how that normally affected him. But regardless, he seemed that he was fine, and that he’d be fine, and that large, wide, grin hadn’t dropped off his face yet. Tattoos were like his natural high, not an addiction, but something that brought him more happiness than a lot of other things in his life.

But after about another thirty minutes, Michael’s face had changed. The pain of it had increased dramatically, and he was definitely feeling it. He was trying to hide the nausea that he was feeling roll in his stomach, but he wasn’t doing it very successfully. His face had paled even more than his natural color, and he looked even more lightheaded. You were really concerned about him, taking his hand and asking him if he was okay. He shook his head no, he wasn’t, but he was desperately trying to stick it out. It was at this point that you gently asked the tattoo artist if he could have a break, and the artist looked up, realizing how uncomfortable he looked, and immediately agreed, apologizing profusely for not noticing his discomfort sooner.

As soon as the needles left his skin, he looked much better, but still uncomfortable. He appreciated your hug, greatly, and his face conveyed such gratefulness when you passed him a red Gatorade and a small pack of fruit snacks, just to help his pain. He looked so much better after eating and drinking about half of it, he was able to stick out the final half of the design, but he was periodically squeezing your hand tightly whenever the pain got to be too much for him. However, once he was done, he looked down at it and immediately said that he loved it, thanking the artist for stepping in, paying them, and tipping them.

You made sure to help him clean the tattoo whenever it needed to be, helping him with anything he needed, and thoroughly enjoying the way his jaw dropped and the way he grinned when he saw yours.

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phantompoguefangirl · 6 months

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WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER THREE: HOME IS WHERE THE BAND IS

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the I-love-yous

But I bet you if they only knew (they don't know)

They would just be jealous of us

They don't know about the up-all-nights

They don't know I've waited all my life, Just to find a love that feels this right (they don't know)

Baby, they don't know about, they don't know about us.

They don't know how special you are.

They don't know what you've done to my heart. They can say anything they want

'Cause they don't know about us -They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

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The plane ride was only like a couple hours long and we spent the first part of it discussing logistics for my new setlist song and the rest of it watching Guardians of the Galaxy. We were still quoting it and giggling uncontrollably as we got off the plane and found our luggage. Michael carried mine for me and we made our way through the airport until we got to the secluded area where Luke, Ashton, and Calum were waiting for us with their security guard, Dave.

Ashton was the first to see us and his face lit up like the 4th of July causing his mouth to turn up into his big iconic smile. Ashton was my best guy friend and the band member I was closest to, besides Michael obviously. He was also the reason I got into 5 Seconds of Summer. I'd seen a cute photo of him and I wanted to know who he was so I googled him and found the band. I instantly loved the music and was in Ashton's lane at first, but then I discovered that an angel named Michael Clifford existed and my whole life changed.

Of course, Ashton still had a special place in my heart and when I met him, we'd instantly clicked in a purely platonic way. We were the same age, but because Ashton was older by a few months and because I was so much shorter than all of them, he liked to call me his little sister just to annoy me.

We both were very giggly and sarcastic and we had a lot of fun together. We also kind of ended up being the parents of the group a lot since we were the oldest and someone has to keep track of these dorks when they're together or chaos ensues. I mean, chaos usually ensues anyway, but Ash and I(mostly me) tried to keep them from getting into trouble. Easier said than done when you have the equivalent of four toddlers on crack in adult bodies running around with you. But I loved them for their crazy shenanigans because it was always hilarious and fun to be apart of.

"Mia!!" Ashton yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts as he ran toward me, sounding like he hadn't seen me in months.

"Dimples!" I yelped out the nickname I gave him excitedly as he carefully scooped me up into a hug and I hugged him back as tightly as I could. The boys already knew about my hand because we had called them to let them know what happened while we were waiting in the ER.

"No, stop, I don't want to be annoyed with you. I missed you too much!" he groaned, setting me down. He always pretended he didn't like that nickname but he really didn't mind.

"It's literally only been like a day and a half, Ash," I giggled.

"Yeah, but you guys left me alone with these two idiots so it felt like forever," Ashton said, pointing behind him at Luke and Calum with his thumb.

"Hey! We heard that," Luke said as he and Calum came up to us.

"Yeah, if anything, they should be apologizing for leaving us alone with you," Calum added, playfully shoving Ashton.

"Oh well my bad," I said sarcastically, still giggling.

"Wow, we're gone for ONE fucking day and you all become such whiny little shits," Michael said, laughing as he hugged the boys.

When the guys were done horsing around as they greeted each other, Luke and Calum happily hugged me too and then we started walking toward the exit. I still had a hard time keeping up with them, so Ashton gave me a piggy back ride. Michael was going to but he had all the luggage and Ashton beat him to it anyway.

"So what are you gonna do about tour, y'know with your hand being hurt and everything?" Luke asked, once we were all buckled in and Dave was driving us back to our house.

"Oh we actually need to talk to you about that. Michael offered to play guitar for me, if that's cool with you guys," I explained,"And I want to add a cover song to my set, too."

"Can you handle all that, Mikey?"Ashton asked, worried.

"Oh yeah. It's not that much more to play and like I told Mia, there will be a break between her set and ours so I can rest and refuel then," Michael answered excitedly.

"If you're sure you'll be fine, then I see no issue with that. As long as you take care of yourself," Ash said.

"I'm okay with it too. Just don't wear yourself out, mate," said Calum.

"Yeah same," Luke agreed.

"I won't wear myself out, I promise," Michael affirmed.

"I'll make sure he doesn't," I said,"Thank you guys, I really appreciate all of you."

"Of course. We'd do just about anything for you, Mia. You know that," Ashton assured me, "Speaking of which, I believe you had a second request?"

I nodded and explained my song idea to them. They were down for it too so I texted my band to meet us at our house. As soon as we got there, Michael and I went with them down to the studio to rehearse.

We did a quick run through of my set to work Michael in, and then we started learning Face Down. We were still working on the arrangement and I was just finishing singing the last part of the song when Luke came downstairs. I groaned in frustration as the song ended.

"Hey lunch is read-whoa what's wrong?" Luke said, walking further into the studio.

"Something doesn't feel right. We've pretty much got the song learned but something about the arrangement itself is just...off,"I explained.

"Yeah it feels like there's something missing maybe?" Michael added.

"Hmm, well do you guys want to play it again so I can hear it? Maybe I can help you figure it out," Luke offered, hesitantly.

We nodded, and Luke listened to the original song on the studio computer and then listened to us play it right after. He stopped us after the first chorus and we looked at over at him, confused.

"Michael, what if you sing with her? I think your voices blend well and I think if you harmonize, it might be a nice touch." Luke suggested.

"Oh, I didn't even think of that! That's great idea," Michael said, looking at his bandmate and then over at me.

"Ooh, yeah, let's try it!" I agreed, excitedly.

So we figured out what parts he would sing and Luke was right. Michael's voice and our harmonies were exactly what the song needed. I think the passion and emotion came out more that way because Michael was a big part of the story we were telling with this music and he could tell his side as well. Calum and Ashton joined us when Luke didn't come back and they thought it was awesome too, so that made me feel even better about it.

We practiced it a couple more times and then we went upstairs to eat. Calum had ordered sub sandwiches for everyone, including my band. They were here playing music with me enough that their food orders had been learned.

After we finished eating and my band left, Luke and Calum asked Michael to play Fifa. I played videogames, but I wasn't any good at Fifa and neither was Ashton so we just sat and watched. I ended up between Michael and Ashton on the bigger couch while Luke and Calum took the other one. We watched them play for a few hours, laughing at their playful arguments and insults.

After awhile I began to zone out a bit, staring at my cast and thinking about yesterday. Ashton must have noticed because he gently took my broken hand in his.

"Do you want to talk about what happened with your family? I mean we know the part about how you ended up in the ER but not the rest," he spoke after a moment.

"They were judgemental as hell, but at least my dad and Maggie shut up after Michael basically told them that he didn't give a shit what they thought of him. Grandma was the only one who didn't let up. I guess I shouldn't really surprised though," I told him as I glanced up and watched the boys fighting to score a goal.

"What did they say?" Ashton asked.

I fidgeted with a loose thread on Michael's jeans anxiously as the events of yesterday replayed in my head.

"They basically called me a ho and said I jumped from Jesse to Michael like it was nothing," I answered, trying to stay calm as the boys made various disgusted noises at the mention of Jesse's name,"Then Grandma saw my side tattoo and my belly ring while we were horsing around with my brothers and she said I ruined my body for Michael, who, according to her, just wants to get in my pants and will leave me for some other groupie."

"What?!" Ashton growled.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?" Luke exclaimed, pausing the game and looking at me incredulously.

"Why the hell would they say that to you?" Calum asked, also looking at me in shock.

"I don't know, honestly," I said sadly, shifting away from Ashton in order to snuggle closer to Michael, who set his controller down and wrapped his arms around me in response.

"I pretty much told her grandma to go fuck herself for that last bit, but I was polite about it because I was more worried about Mia's injury than anything else in that moment," Michael said, sounding like he was also trying to stay calm.

"Wow," Luke said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.

"He told them off twice, actually, but Grandma didn't stop until she said the groupie thing and Michael really went off on her,"I said.

"I would have went off too. What the fuck is wrong with these people?" Ashton said, angrily.

"I about lost my shit over what they said about her and Jesse, though. I almost took her and left right then, but we got distracted by her dad asking about her music," Michael said.

"Did you tell them what happened with Jesse?" Ashton asked.

"Yeah but I was kinda vague about it because the details are still hard to talk about,"I sighed.

"That's fair," Ashton said.

"They got the picture, though," Michael said.

"Good," Ashton nodded.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," Calum told me.

"Both of you," Luke added, glancing between Michael and I.

"Thanks," We replied simultaneously.

Michael tilted my face upward to look at him,"Hey, I hope you know your family is wrong for acting like that and saying those things. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, besides this band of course, and I'm never going to leave you. I love you so fucking much, Mia. More than you know."

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his softly. "I know, Baby. I told you I don't care what they think of you. I just didn't want to hear them say it. And I love you too."

"For the record, we're not going anywhere either. We love you too, Mia," Luke added.

"Yeah, your family can kick rocks. They don't know anything about us. None of us would ever even dream of leaving or hurting you, especially not Michael. You mean the world to us," Ash agreed.

"To be honest, I don't think they really should count as family because family doesn't treat you like that. To me, we are your family because we love each other, take care of each other, support each other unconditionally and never judge each other. Except jokingly, of course," Calum spoke up.

"Awe, Calum," I said as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"No, I'm serious. You're as much my sister as Mali-Koa is at this point," he said, getting up and extending his arms to me as Ashton and Luke nodded in agreement and moved closer too. "Remember what I always say? Home is where the band is. Well, you're part of us now so home is where you are too."

"You already know you're my little sister too," Ashton grinned through watery eyes.

The tears were free falling now as I got carefully smooshed into the arms of my four favorite boys. I could feel their warm tears on my clothes as we held each other.

We stayed like that for a bit before Ashton spoke up.

"Hey, how about we have a movie night? We can make a fort and sleep here in the living room tonight!" He suggested, knowing this was one of mine and Michael's favorite things to do.

"Hell yeah! I'll order pizza!" Michael agreed excitedly.

"Calum and I can go get snacks and drinks from the store!" Luke offered.

"You know I'm in!" I agreed, jumping up and running upstairs. I changed into one of Michael's tshirts and some pajama shorts. Michael followed me and changed into his own pjs as he ordered the pizza. He helped me bring our bedding downstairs once he got off the phone.

Luke and Cal got back before the pizza arrived and Ash emerged from his room also clad in sleepwear to help them bring in the snacks. They changed too and then someone threw in Mean Girls at some point, earning a groan from Michael.

"Shut the fuck up, you love Mean Girls," Luke said, gently smacking his arm.

"I was kidding, geez," Michael giggled, shoving him before reaching for me.

Before he could touch me, I squealed as I was swept into someone's arms and pulled onto one of the couches.

"What the hell, Ash?" Michael said, annoyed.

"I can't cuddle with my best friend?" Ash asked innocently.

"First of all, OUCH. I thought we were your best friends," Michael scoffed sarcastically, gesturing to himself, Luke and Cal, both voiced their agreement. "And second of all, what if I wanted to cuddle her?"

I knew I should probably interject but watching any of the boys banter was too funny to miss.

"Well first of all, you know what I meant so come off it, mate," Ashton replied, laughing as he pulled me a little bit closer, "And second of all, I just want Mia snuggles for a little while. You can have her back after that."

Michael was about to protest, but I nodded and smiled at him, "Babe, it'll be fine. I'll come cuddle with you after the pizza gets here and we eat."

Michael made a pouty face before overdramatically sighing and plopping down on the other couch. "Fine, I guess."

I could tell by his eyes that he wasn't really bothered, though. Him and Ashton often jokingly fought over me.

"I'll cuddle you, mate," Calum offered, reaching for Michael.

"CAL PAL!" Michael mock gasped, giggling and jumping on Calum as we all laughed hysterically.

Luke jumped on them and they wrestled around before getting distracted by the movie and laying there tangled up with each other while watching.

I couldn't find my phone so I grabbed Ashton's and took a few sneaky photos of them as it happened. I posted them on Ashton's social media accounts with the caption "Movie night cuddles or failed WWE Smackdown reenactment?" causing Ashton to crack up laughing as he read it.

The other three didn't seem to notice and I put the phone down as we all focused on the tv. I leaned back against Ashton, basking in his warmth as his arms tightened around me. He was so comfy to do this with, like a big adorable teddy bear. I sighed quietly as I laid there feeling very relaxed. That is, until the pizza came and everyone scrambled to get up and grab a slice.

Once we finished eating, we built the fort and situated everything.

"Babe, look!" Michael said, pointing proudly at the nest of pillows and blankets he had created for us.

"Ooohh yesss!" I said, coming over to him excitedly. I jumped into the pile and carefully rolled myself into the blankets like a burrito.

"Hey I wanna be a burrito with you!" Michael said, burrowing in beside me, pulling me into his arms and brushing his lips against mine. I giggled, stretching my arms and legs around him as I kissed him back happily.

"Ew, get a room!" Calum joked, pretending to gag.

Michael's lips didn't leave mine as he help up his hand and gave Calum the finger. I could practically hear Calum rolling his eyes amid Luke and Ashton's laughter.

I giggled into the kiss and we pulled apart after a minute. We shifted around so we could both watch the movie, Michael snuggling me closer and nuzzling his face into my neck as we did so.

The boys had each made their own bedding nests and were now curled up in their spots contently. We ended up eating snacks and quoting every film we watched late into the night until we all fell asleep.

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my quiet blue tune of you.

ashton irwin x reader; SMUT!! 🔞

a/n: okay now i’m getting WAY to confident with the smut but i just had this idea i needed to get out. most of these things were inspired by convos ive had with my friends and they were amazing with giving me ideas for this fic!! enjoy some hot drummer boy sex

cw: choking kink, hair pulling, recording sexual acts, a tiny tiny bit kinky ;)

words: 3k

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Your phone was set on the closest surface possible, already filming as you shuffled around the kit and settled onto the small stance of the stool. Ashton was beaming with you sitting between his legs, like he couldn’t have been in a better position and you just about trumped every single thing he’s ever achieved with this instrument. His head ducked to your shoulder, the rogue flyaways of his curls tickling your skin which sent the reaction of goosebumps all over your body.

“Cameras rolling, babe.” You warned playfully, only getting a soft hum in response as Ashton pulled away and reached for the pair of wooden sticks resting on the snare to your left. The video would be edited on your part anyway, you loved those fans to death, but you couldn’t give them too much attention.

The sensation of your boyfriend's body wrapped around yours was so, so desiring. Body heat radiated from him through your thin top and his bare torso, arms shadowing yours as he bared the sticks in your hands. The palms of his hands were rough, but they were able to give you the most gentle touch you’d ever felt. Fuck, it made you dizzy. His hair brushed against your cheek as he peered over your shoulder to help you.

“Play by yourself a bit.” He encouraged, making you giggle at the lack of context behind the words he was saying. Ashton only missed it by a beat, but his laughter followed yours soon after. “You know what I mean.” His fingertips brushed against your right side, sending another shiver down your spine.

Hesitantly, you looked around the kit and decided to bring the drumstick down onto the floor tom on your right side. Just once or twice.

“No need to be so ginger with it.” Ashton shook his head, once again wrapping his hands over yours to direct them. He adjusted your position a bit and you could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the soft beat of his heart and it just about made you sleepy. They say that when you’re with someone you love that these… endorphins release that make you all sleepy and warm, that was exactly how you were feeling. You barely registered Ashton’s voice. “Wanna play anything specific?”

“Teach me…” You paused, letting your head drop back against his shoulder to get the best look at him you could. “Jet Black Heart.” Confidence. That was very much what you wanted. He gave you a soft smile before blessing your temple with a peck of his lips, letting the kiss linger for a moment before you sat back up and let him guide your movement.

“Push your foot down on the pedal for me.” Ashton ordered in such a soft manner that it didn’t even sound like a direction, a suggestion that you were obligated to take from your trance. You did just that, bringing your foot down, but it barely made a sound. “With force, (Y/N). You can’t be gentle.” He corrected, making you sigh and ponder. These drums were meant to be beaten, meant to be abused into beautiful symphonies that you could only create with melodic and rough raps. You stomped down a bit harder, the boom was halted because of the soundproof walls of the basement — but it made a sound.

“Ohh!” You hummed in amusement, tapping the pedal a couple more times and smiling at the sounds it made.

“See? Sounds better, doesn't it?” Ashton rubbed your sides as you nodded, tilting your head slightly to get a look at him… and snuck a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“Mmhm.” You made a sound like an affirmative, waiting for his next direction that could make your heart flutter, and it did. He whispered to cross your arms, slowly guiding your hands while he told you when to push on the pedal. Almost everything you did was under his control, his heartbeat accompanied with yours and the sound of the drums ricocheting in your ears. The wooden sticks felt like they could slip out of your hands at any moment, you were so weak from his touch but so amazed at how easily he made this all seem. When he finished showing you the beginning, he played it all in one and turned to look towards the camera. A 2 minute video, that would be enough for them, right? Once again, you marveled in amazement at how the drums sounded.

“You’re a professional now, you should take my place.” Ashton let go of your hands, giving you the freedom to beat around on the drums a bit longer. No particular pattern in mind, only tapping away on the hi-hat to achieve that hissing sound that you always loved. However, you frowned when it didn’t work out the way you intended. Not the right part.

“Maybe not so much.” You turned back to Ashton again, staring straight into those dilated pupils and blown out hazel irises. Pure love. Pure love was all you could see and you knew you were mirroring that right back to him. His arm snuck around your waist, smiling sweetly as he hovered over your lips for a moment. Now this was what you were looking for, your hands had a mind of their own as you set down the drumsticks and cupped both of his cheeks. Your lips met soon, the pads of your thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones and index fingers tracing the rough of his sideburns. He hummed against your closed mouth, and you melted. Melted into lovely mush because of your adoration for this man, how easy it was for him to be the way that he was and charm with no effort at all. The noise just made you wanton, that kiss turned into lips parting and sliding against each other as the enticing sound of you pulling away made you dizzy each time. Your heart started to pound, arousal started to pool as you felt Ashton’s grip on your waist become tighter.

“Ash.” You sighed dreamily, hands sliding back to the rogue curls which rested on the nape of his neck right above that beloved tattoo. “The camera.” The tone you spoke in was slow, it almost sounded far away because you were so enthralled by the beginning of this make-out session.

“You’re gonna cut it, aren’t you?” Ashton asked quite rhetorically as he continued his journey along the point of your jawline, gasping as he bared his teeth against the sensitive skin of your pulse point. “Keep it on, save a little bit for yourself. Don’t have t’show anyone.” His words were muffled against your flesh, each syllable like a slow puff of loving smoke against you and further shaking your need.

“Mm.. ‘kay.” You huffed in defeat, shuddering as you felt him smile to your throat. The position you were in was quite uncomfortable, still twisting your body to meet his. Ashton took notice of this quickly, tapping your thigh and motioning for you to sit up so you could get more comfortable. Every little thing came so easy to him, it was beyond you. Within seconds, you were perched atop his lap with your feet placed firmly on the ground with the height of the drum stool.

“Fuckin’ perfect, you are.” Ashton’s hands wandered your body, calloused fingertips gliding along your hips and stomach as your top had ridden up slightly. Just enough to make him hungry. The instant change in his attitude made you stir, the sweetness from earlier had shifted into possession and you could see it in his eyes. Large pupils dark with lust and need, despite every act he put on he could never hide that desperation for you. This realization made you giggle, bumping your nose with his as you leaned in for another kiss.

“Mh. Love you.” You spoke like a secret, kissing him once in expectation for him to repeat it.

“Love you more. So much more, my girl.” Suddenly your heart soared again, the fuzzy feeling in your chest made you bold enough to drag your nails down his chest as your lips met for the hundredth time within the last 5 minutes. It was so soft, but so needy, so slow. You never understood the term “love drunk” until you shared everything with Ashton, he could never fail to make your heart flutter like he was kissing you for the first time again. Like he was touching you for the first time again, sharing hushed whispers of your three favorite words for the first time again, it was so magical. You were convinced that this would never go away, the honeymoon phase would last your entire relationship and that was the way it should be.

Now, you were growing much more impatient. Your hips began to slowly rock into Ashton’s and the friction had him sighing gratefully, giving you the perfect opportunity to slide your tongue over his bottom lip with a need to push this further.

“Greedy.” He laughed as your hips collided again, his voice cut off in a groan.

“Only for you.” You replied, grinning victoriously as he returned the favor and gripped your hips, dragging you down against him. A gasp passed your lips, the smile never faltering as the sultry tone dripped from your sounds. “Want it so bad.”

“Yeah?” The implications made you weak, nodding desperately. “I’ll give you what you want.” Ashton leaned in to continue what he was doing before, placing those kisses to your throat which felt harsh but so loving. Marks would be left behind, but ones that would only fade within a short amount of time. He would always give in, you were too good to pass up and he only played those games when he really wanted to.

His fingertips came into contact with your skin again, feeling over the dips of your sides and waist, cherishing you like this was the last chance he’d get to ever touch you. Momentarily, everything around you went quiet. No background noise, no fabric shuffling, just the soft kisses and sounds of Ashton’s lips traveling every inch your neck. You could hear the pounding of your own heart in your ears, tangling your fingers in his thick, fluffy curls as you sighed and breathed, every sound heavy with arousal. His hands inching towards the soft elastic of your pajamas, touch sending goosebumps rippling throughout your body. It was so much, but never too much. Never enough.

“Help me out, here.” Ashton murmured against your skin, muffled by your body. You obliged immediately, without hesitation as you knew exactly what he was asking. You shuffled around, lifting your hips so he could push off the material and expose you to those eyes. Those dark eyes, completely overtaken with lust. “Mm. I figured.” He hummed, seeing you completely bare underneath. You let out another soft laugh, music to his ears just like the music he created.

“You should know me by now.” Your voice came in an awful suggestive tone, the fabric of his pants now pressed to your bare core. “I like easy access.”

“Do you, now?” Ashton whispered, pressing wet kisses on your breasts as you kneaded your hands in his hair. “I suppose I trained you well.” He hummed into your curves, making you gasp as he gripped your thighs to move you closer and instead creating friction which felt much more intense due to there being a layer of clothing lost.

“I want you so bad, please — I know you want me too.” You breathed, shuddering as your hips met again which finally elicited a groan from Ashton.

“Why have you got to be so damn irresistible?” He cursed, sucking in a breath as your hands went to his sweats to do the same thing he had done to you. You both were eager, too eager to put in the effort and take them off all the way. Ashton was lifting your hips within seconds of you watching his cock spring free of the confines, your breath getting caught in your throat as if this was your first time. From the most innocent scenarios to times like this, there wasn’t a moment where you didn’t feel anxious butterflies or that familiar swirling in your head.

His fingertips dug into your flesh, creating that tightening sensation in your chest as he whispered soft praise against your neck. The way he eased you down, rubbing your hips yet roughly gripping your thighs and feeling his frame tremble beneath your own as you took his length told you that this sweetness wasn’t going to last long. The only thing you could do was let your hands go right back up to his hair, disheveled in the most gorgeous way ever imaginable. You breathed out a satisfied sigh, listening as Ashton echoed you and added more loving encouragement.

“Feel so good, baby. Look at me, come on, dear… wanna see those beautiful eyes.” The comment made you blush, but regardless of his command your head tilted back as you closed your eyes. The pleasure was all too much and you had barely done anything, this position was something different. Your internal guess of how long this loving act was going to go on for had been proven right, feeling the loss of his hand on your thigh as he instead gripped your throat. You gasped, a strangled whine tearing past your closed off throat.

“I told you to fucking look at me.” Ashton’s voice was husky and hot between you, the tone sending a shiver down your spine. Your own hand went to grab at his wrist, and it was then you noticed how tight his hold was on you. It made you dizzy, dizzy with arousal and dizzy from the fact that he was somehow safely blocking your windpipes enough to make you obey without question. Your eyes were locked onto his as you rolled your hips, watching Ashton’s eyelids flutter and his kiss-swollen lips part to let out a moan of his own.

“Fuck..” You said softly, eyes widening as both of his hands got tighter on you.

“Watch that mouth.” He said simply, and you knew right then and there to let him take over. Your body submitted completely, simply taking in the feeling of his hips lifting from the drum stool with ease and your own weight on top of him. You no longer needed to have a brain, you could let Ashton fuck you mindless and you knew he’d be satisfied.

Between the soft grunts and growls that he made and your own restrained moans, there were the sounds of skin and friction. It felt like heaven as he lost all self control, relentlessly fucking up into you with a hand on your throat to keep your gaze on his muted green irises. However, you could see that this position was getting pretty hard to keep up with. The line of frustration between his eyebrows and the sweat collecting in those curls that hung over his forehead, you tried to get his attention.

“Switch — bend me over.” You gasped, hoping your babbling made enough sense to him. It did, watching his strong chest rise and fall with each labored breath he took as he let go of your throat. You gratefully took in a deep breath, not getting to enjoy it much before Ashton firmly patted your thigh.

“Up.” He said without any elaboration needed, pushing yourself off of him with a quiet sound before standing up. He followed in your actions quickly, towering over you, bodies almost touching… you weren’t kept waiting any longer. Ashton’s arm wrapped around you, roughly fastening his grip on your waist as he spun you around and forced you down. This was not very steady, not at all. Your hands were placed on the high toms of his drum kit, which were not at all attached to anything stable. Not that you had to completely rely on it, since Ashton’s arm was all the way around you keeping you close.

“I’ve got you, I got you.” His other hand traced your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake just as he braced himself and passed easily through your folds. Another desperate sound escaped you, trying to not put too much pressure on your hands and potentially knock something over. Ashton quickly built up his pace again, his hand slowly making its way up your back again before taking your hair with one sharp tug. This had you crying out his name, fingertips grazing against the material.

“Gonna cum. All over your fuckin’ back.” He rasped, thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. “Wanna see you covered. All mine.” Ashton rambled possessively, making your thighs shake with need to finally be brought over the edge.

“Please? Please — I…” Your words were cut off with a silent moan, closing your eyes to watch those shapes drift across your vision. You tightened around him, you could feel it because of the way Ashton had tried to speed up and keep his pace regulated. The orgasm that washed over you made him fail to keep composure, quickly pulling out of you and doing just as he had promised. Your ass and lower back painted in his cum, one beautiful sight Ashton couldn’t tear his eyes away from. You both panted and slowly collected your consciousness, unable to hold yourself on these drums much longer. Ashton felt your struggle, guiding you into a standing position with your back against his torso. Both of his arms snaked around you comfortably, warm, large hands on either side of you to remind you just where you were.

“That’s gonna be fun to watch.” He mumbled against your neck, pressing those open mouthed kisses to the hickeys he had left with pride and affectionately roughing up your skin with the stubble adorning his cheek. Once your eyes opened again, you looked over at your phone still set up on the desk nearby.

“Mm, I dunno. That whole “bending me over the drum kit” thing didn’t work as well as I thought it would.” You mused, leaning your head to the left to feel his sweaty hair against your skin. However, you didn’t regret one bit of that.

“I made it work, though. Didn’t I?” Ashton nuzzled your neck, making you laugh breathlessly as he tickled your skin. “You’ve got some weird fantasies.” He added.

“And you have only just scratched the surface.”

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(some more cutie pics of ash to imagine for this one🤗)

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