5 seconds of summer oneshot

I Can’t Do This Without You

 Ashton Irwin x Reader

Fandom: 5SOS

Warnings: Angst

POV: First Person/Reader’s

Summary: Ashton’s girlfriend threatens to leave

Author: Sapphire

Originally posted by irwinsource

“I can’t do this anymore Ashton! What don’t you understand about that?”

“Please don’t leave me baby. I can’t do this with out you.”

“I’m home. All the time. Alone!“ I turned away from him, tears stung my eyes.

“I know babe. I’m sorry. But you knew this was going to happen when the band got big.”

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reblog if your icon can go from cute puppy to sex god in 0.4 seconds

“men don’t find it attractive when yo-” WOW for a second there I almost thought women lived just to please men haha almost scared me there

Movie Theatre & Chill // m.c

Originally posted by thats-sofricklefrackle

credit of the original owner of the gif

Requested: yes

Pairing: Michael x Reader

TW: It involves the word penis??

Description: Y/N accidently grabs Michael’s penis in an empty movie theatre.

“Popcorn or chips?” Michael asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Popcorn. Always.” You chuckled as Michael had already paid for the large popcorn and the cokes. You grabbed the plastic cup and headed towards the door to the movies. There wasn’t a living person in the movie theatre as you slowly walked up to the best seats in the room. Michael followed you and you both sat down with a happy sigh.

As the openings began, you had already eaten most of the popcorn and your coke was half-empty. Michael sighed as soon as he had finished his. You chuckled and let him have a little sip of yours, even though he didn’t listen and drank most of it. You scolded him with a smile and then actually got back to the movie, which you didn’t really understand. Mainly because it was part of a movie series and you had missed the first couple of minutes of this movie. You were intensely trying to make Michael stop eating all the popcorn and take a break from them, but again, your cute boyfriend didn’t listen. So you saw no other choice than to eat faster than Michael.

You slipped your hand in the basket but were met by an empty bottom and the feeling of Michael’s cock. You dropped your mouth as soon as Michael reacted with wide surprise.  

“YOU ATE THEM ALL!” You yelled and pointed. Your voice echoed through the empty theatre, making Michael scream louder.

“YOU GRABBED MY PENIS!” He accused, making you snort. Michael was trying to hold back his laughter, as you threw your head back in amusement.

“BY ACCIDENT!” You shouted in between the grins. Michael shook his head and leant back in his seat. You took a sip of your coke, playing with the straw.

“Oh, sure.” He said and focused on the screen with a grin, knowing how much that would annoy you.

“IT WAS!” You said. Michael licked his bottom lip and leant towards you. His popcorn-breath hit your lips, as his grey eyes drilled into yours with lust. Jesus, all you did was touch him.

“You know, there’s no shame in wanting me,” he smirked as refused to smile. He attached his red lips to yours, the kiss getting more aggressive for every passing second.

The empty popcorn box fell to the ground as somehow you moved to Michael’s lap, slowly grinding against him. He moaned into the kiss as his hands moved to your ass, his length pressing hard against you. His hand moved under your shirt, giving you chills as a quiet moan escaped your mouth.

And let’s just say neither of you could recall the plot of the movie…

A/N: Short, little one for you. I really like this ;))

Dating Luke

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 1500k+

Warning: NSFW

Should i make this into a series of non chronological events of big milestones in Luke & Y/N’s relationship or should i leave it as a oneshot? 

(Gif isn’t mine)

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being lab partners with fratboy!calum who always shows up to class five minutes late and never takes notes in class and usually smells like last nights alcohol, but is still really sweet to you despite his playboy reputation and one day you come into class and he’s actually gotten there before you and he’s dressed a little nicer than his usual ripped shirt and black jeans and he’s traded his snapback in for a more put together hairstyle and when you sit down next to him he mumbles something about how pretty you look today and maybe if you wanted to come to his party this friday night then that would be really cool and if he could have your number that would be really cool too and so when you actually agree he’s smiling so big and after class you over hear him talking with his friends about how he finally got that pretty girl from his chem class to go out with him

Luke completely losing it when you ride him for the first time and its taking everything in him not to cum before you do but wow you’re working him so fucking well and he’s gripping your sides and leaving hickeys on your chest and whimpering your name which just encourages you to rock your hips back and forth faster and he’s using his thumb to rub circles on your clit to make sure his princess cums before he does and WHY DID I DO THIS

Change Of Heart {c.h.}

Originally posted by chanelhood

Summary: Calum’s been an asshole to you since the two of you met until recently when things began to change.

Word Count: 1,954 (yeeehhaaww that’s almost 2k v proud)

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Originally posted by irweicake

Band Member: Luke Hemmings

Word Count: 639

Request: “Can you a do like a rlly cute luke fluff where you’re cuddling and both your parents walk in and find you and luke being cute”

You knew that your parents were having Luke’s parents over for dinner, and yet you still allowed your boyfriend to pull you into bed. But not in any kind of dirty way. Luke just liked being able to cuddle with you and you liked being able to spend time with Luke. The was just something about the way he held you in his arms that was therapeutic, being able to rest your head on his chest while you talked about your day and listened to him tell you about his. You were happy and you were at peace.

“Can’t lay around for long, Luke.”

“They’ll come get us when dinner is ready.” He murmured into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to your head after you nodded. “Besides, we’re not doing anything bad so there’s nothing scandalous for them to walk in on whenever dinner is ready.”

“For once, you actually have a point.” You teased, lightly tickling his side just to hear him laugh.

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Calum Hood Smut: Learning from Each Others Knowing’s

Hello friends! 

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written anything. Here’s a Virgin Calum smut that will hopefully make up for my absence! Let me know what you think…good or bad! Oh and it is a smut so please don’t read it if you’re uncomfortable with that kind of thing. 

Learning from Each Other’s Knowing’s

“I can’t believe you’re actually going on tour in two days”, you sigh, throwing another pair of skinny jeans to your friend to be folded and placed in the suitcase that was already practically bursting at the seams. Who knew you needed to pack so much when you were about to embark on a worldwide tour with your band?

“I know”, he smiles across at you from his perch on the bed, “I didn’t think it would ever happen. It all just seems so surreal.”

“Yeah well, you deserve it. I guess all of those hours spent in Ashton’s smelly garage have finally paid off.”

“It’s about time”, Calum remarks as he catches another pair of jeans you’ve tossed haphazardly in his general direction, “I swear if I had to sit through one more rehearsal where Luke forgot every lyric I was going to reconsider giving up my football career!”

“Are you nervous?” you ask once your shared laughter has died down.

Having received no reply you glance over at your friend. His eyes are downcast and he’s suddenly become very interested in the scuff marks on the old beat up Vans he’s been wearing for the best part of a year.

“Calum?” you question, becoming slightly disconcerted by his uncharacteristic silence. As you move to sit next to him you can see a soft blush has spread across his cheeks. You eyebrows furrow as you wait for him to speak. When he does, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s stupid”.

“Come on Cal”, you coax, nudging him in the ribs for good measure, “you can tell me. We’ve been friends since we were twelve. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me. I mean, I’ve seen you in those hideous board shorts you used to wear so it can’t be much worse than that now can it?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his plump lips and you mentally high five yourself. You’d always loved your ability to make people smile even when they were feeling shitty.

“I’m not nervous about performing. I’m nervous about something else.”

“What kind of something else?” you press. You weren’t normally this pushy when it came to other people’s business but Calum was one of the most confident and outgoing people you knew so if something was making him this anxious it had to be something big.

“Y/N”, he starts after a short pause, “if I tell you something do you promise not to tell another living soul?”

“Pinky promise”, you tell him without missing a beat, “but I’m warning you now, if you’re about to admit to a murder or something I’m obligated to tell someone. I love you and all but I’m not becoming an accessory for you Calum. I’m way too soft to go to jail. I mean have you seen Orange is the New Black? I would never survive that”.

“Y/N!” Calum shouts, interrupting your ramblings, “I’m trying to tell you something important here!”

“Shit, sorry! You know how I get carried away. Go on. I’m listening.”

“Thank you. Okay well, you know how bands always say that they always get a tonne of girls once they start touring? Well, that’s what I’m nervous about.”

The expression on your face must have been a picture because as soon as Calum shifts his gaze from his feet to you, his cheeks redden ever further and he attempts to push himself off the bed.

“I knew you’d think it was stupid!”

“No Calum wait”, you grab at his shirt to pull him back onto the mattress next to you, “I don’t think it’s stupid! I’m just….confused. Why would girls throwing themselves at you make you nervous? I would have thought that it would make you pretty damn happy actually.”

“It would, if I weren’t a virgin.”

You’re struck dumb for a second time. Did you hear that right? Calum Thomas Hood was a virgin? Surely that’s not what he said. There was no way, was there? You could feel Calum’s eyes boring into you as he waited for you to respond. Unfortunately, for both him and you, the only response you could provide was one of wide eyes and stunned silence.

“You think I’m weird don’t you?” Calum’s head is hung low and you can hear the emotion in his voice.

“Speak Y/N”, you tell yourself silently, “he needs you to speak. Come on, you love talking. Don’t dry up now.”

“Maybe I’m weird. Maybe there is something wrong with me. I’m eighteen years old and I’m the only one of my friends that still has their fucking v-card. I mean, how sad is that?”

You try to interject having finally found your voice through your stupefied haze but as it happens it’s too little too late. Calum is on a roll.

“And what the hell am I supposed to do when I’m on tour? Bring a girl back to my room and tell her that I have no clue what I’m supposed to do and would she like to play a game of scrabble instead?”

“Calum stop! Just stop okay?!”

During his ranting tears had formed in your eyes and as much as you would like to blame their appearance on your extremely empathetic nature, you could not. They were tears borne of hearing someone express the very same fears you’d been harbouring for a very long time. Truth be told, you were in the very same situation as Calum; well, minus the world tour bit.

“Y/N, are you crying?” Calum’s voice has softened again and one of his calloused hands moves to push the stray strands of hair from your face.

“No”, you sniffle unconvincingly, “it’s just my hayfever”.

“You don’t have hayfever Y/N”.

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t remember you qualifying as a hayfever expert Hood so how would you know?!”

Ignoring your pathetic attempt at a defence Calum continues to press at you.

“What’s wrong? Come on, you can tell me. I just told you something completely mortifying so fair is fair. Spill.”

As per usual, your imagination fails you in your moment of need. You couldn’t think of a single good reason that would explain your tears.

“Screw it”, you tell yourself, “may as well come clean”.

“You’re not the only one that’s still a virgin Cal”.

“Oh my god Y/N!”, Calum exclaims loudly causing you to jump slightly. It wasn’t exactly the sympathetic reaction you were expecting, “you don’t have to pretend to be a virgin to make me feel better”.

“Excuse me?! I’m not pretending Calum!” your voice rising in both pitch and indingnance to match his own.

“But you’ve had boyfriends so….”

“And you’ve had girlfriends you dick and yet here we are with both of our cherries still delightfully intact!”

“I’m sorry Y/N”, Calum says after he recovers from being shut down so swiftly, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s fine”, you brush him off once your short fuse had fizzled out, “it’s not your fault. Just hearing you freak out make me freak out too. I’m in the same boat you know. I’m going to college in a few months and what am I going to do when I’m faced with a real life penis? You know what I’m like when I get nervous Cal. It’ll be a trainwreck. Next thing you know I’ll be in a nursing home and I’ll still be fully hymenated.”

“Maybe we can help each other out then?”

“Help each other how Calum? We’ll be thousands of miles apart! It’s not like we can burst in and “sabotage” the moment for each other can we?!”

“That’s not what I mean Y/N. I mean we could help each other out now.”

“You don’t mean….”, you start, realisation dawning.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Think about it. We know each other inside out and we trust each other. I can’t think of a better person to lose it to other than my best friend.”

“You can’t?”

“Well, I can. But Katy Perry isn’t available tonight so you’re just going to have to do.”

“You’re such a shit Calum”.

“So is that a yes?”

Calum’s eyes were full of hope as he waited in silence for your consent to go any further. Your mind was working a mile a minute and a swell of nerves fluttered in your stomach as the full weight of what you were potentially agreeing to settled on you. Your palms became clammy as your heartbeat picked up. Would this ruin your friendship? Would it make things awkward between you two? What if you had all the sex appeal of a dead fish and the whole thing was absolutely terrible from start to finish? Had you shaved your legs this morning?

“Y/N”, Calum interrupts your thoughts as if he could hear them as clearly as you could, “stop overthinking this. If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to but if you’re worried about it making things weird between us or it being terrible you have my word that we’re in this together.”

“Lock the door”, you breathe, some of your nerves now giving way to the tiniest sliver of excitement.

Kicking off your shoes you watch from the bed as Calum twists the key in the door and then turns to rummage in the neatly packed suitcase.

“What are you doing Calum?” you chastise him. Even though you were minutes away from having sex with your best friend you were slightly annoyed that your good work had been wrecked. Curse your inner neat freak. She never rested.

“Relax. I’ll tidy it later. I was just looking for these”, Calum grins across at you, “we’re going to need them”.

You can feel a heat rush to your cheeks as you catch sight of the box of condoms he was holding aloof.

“Shit’s about to get real”.

Calum’s signature chuckle fills the room as he laughs at you.

“Have you ever considered writing poetry Y/N? You really have a way with words.”

You’re witty retort was lost to the sound of Yellowcard pouring from Calum’s speakers. Did he really expect things to get so loud that he needed something to drown you out?

“Should we start then?”

“And you say I’m the poet”, you snigger as the bed sinks beside you. Calum’s face is inches from your own and his brown eyes are focused entirely on your lips. Needless to say you’re sniggering didn’t last for long. A rush of air leaves your lungs as Calum’s pink tongue darts out from between his lips to moisten them. Subconsciously, you find yourself mirroring his actions. You weren’t aware of how close the both of you had become until you felt his soft lips on yours for the first time. The fire that lit in your stomach at his touch takes you by surprise. Your lips continue to move with Calum’s as he pushes you onto your back gently. For a time you enjoy the simple feeling of his lips on yours, that is until you feel a hand creeping up under your shirt.

Your mouth pulls away from his in shock at the alien feeling.

“Sorry”, Calum rushes to apologise, “are we going too fast? Do you want to stop?”

“No. No. Keep going. I’m sorry, I’m just a bit jumpy that’s all.”

“I’m nervous too you know”, Calum reassures you, hooking a finger under your chin so he can look you in the eye, “if you want me to stop just say the word”.

Determined to show him that you really did want to do this you will your shaking hands to lift his worn out NASA t-shirt from his broad shoulders. Your breath catches in your throat as you drink in the sight of his muscles rippling under his tanned skin as he holds himself above you.

“It’s rude to stare Y/N”, Calum goads you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Careful now Calum or I’ll make sure you don’t get anything to stare at”.


A grin tugs at the corner of your mouth as you slowly pop open the buttons on your shirt. Reaching around, you unclasp your bra and allow it to drop off the side of the bed. Calum’s eyes are instantly glued to your chest and you have to practically manhandle him to get his lips back onto yours. As you kiss, Calum’s hands ghost lower only coming to a halt at the cool metal of the button on your jeans. This time you manage to keep yourself in check as his hands travel the parts of your body previously untouched by another person. Your breathing quickens as the rough denim is pushed down your legs, taking your underwear with it.

“Jesus you’re fucking gorgeous Y/N”.

Goosebumps erupt across your exposed skin at his lust-deepened voice which travels directly to the throbbing heat between your legs. Unable to control your basic instincts you squeeze your thighs together in a fervent attempt to ease the tension that’s been building steadily since Calum’s hands have been on you. You can tell Calum’s noticed your “predicament” by the way he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

“Do something”, you tell him, hoping against hope that you don’t sound overly desperate. He’d never let you live it down if you did.

“I don’t know what to do”.

Calum has pushed himself backwards so that he’s sitting between your calves. His jeans are still on but you can clearly make out the outline of his hard on through the dark material.

“Touch me”, you pant and before you know what you’re saying your legs have spread ever-so-slightly to give him his first glimpse of your dampened pussy.

Calum’s pupils immediately blow at the sight of you and he can’t help himself as he moves marginally closer to you.  His trembling hands are resting on your knees and you are desperate for them to move closer to where you need them most. Taking one of his hands in your much smaller one, you guide it slowly down your thigh and bring it to a halt at your slit.

“Are you sure?” Calum asks you once he manages to tear his eyes away from your pink flesh long enough to look you in the eye.

“Please Calum”.

It’s all the encouragement he needs.

His fingers trace the length of your lips before parting them and allowing one long digit to push into you. A soft moan passes your lips at the intrusion causing Calum to stall.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. It feels good. Keep going. Please”.

Nodding, Calum focuses his attention back to the task at hand.

“You’re so wet Y/N”.

“Fuck Calum”, you whine, bucking your hips desperate for more of the pleasure he was giving you, “give me another finger”.

Eager to please Calum allows another finger to join the first.

“Am I doing this right?”

“You’re doing great”, you tell him through laboured breaths, “just curl them….Fuck! Yeah, now you’ve got it.”

A cocky smile light up Calum’s face as he watches you writhe underneath his touch. You could tell he was getting off seeing you like this. Normally you’d want to wipe the smug look right off his face but the pace and accuracy of his fingers inside you wouldn’t allow it.

“Touch my clit Calum”, you groan, eager to be driven over the edge by someone else’s fingers for once.

“Your what?”

“My clit Cal. It’s here”. Your fingers guide his to the aching bundle of nerves that was so fraught for attention.

“What do I do?”

“Rub it”.

“Rub it?”

“Yes Calum, rub it”, your hand is on his again out of sheer frustration, moving his fingers with your own, “just like this”.

“Okay I’ve got it”.

And he had. Before you knew it your legs were shaking and his name was falling from your lips much louder than it would have had you had full control of yourself. You’re eyes are scrunched shut and your walls have clenched around his fingers, determined to keep them in place until every last drop of ecstasy had been squeezed from them.

“Holy shit”, you hear Calum mutter from his spot on the bed. Opening your eyes slowly you begin to apologise for getting so carried away but Calum is quick to pacify you.  

“Are you kidding? Don’t say sorry. That was the single hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Thanks”, you reply awkwardly, suddenly only too aware of your vulnerability. You were completely naked and still somewhat caught in the aftermath of an orgasm so you were only too keen to shift some of his attention away from you.

“Should I…”, you ask unable to finish your sentence. You were trying to ask if now would be a good time to give him a blowjob, but all you were able to do was gesture weakly towards his groin.

Luckily for you Calum didn’t take too long to catch on.

“Should you what? Oh! No!”


“Yes! No! I’m sorry. No.”

Your eyebrows furrow as Calum’s face flushes violently. Was he having second thoughts? Did he want to stop?

“I…it’s…its fine”, you stammer, making a grab for his comforter to try and cover yourself up, “we can stop if you want.”

“No Y/N wait”, Calum exclaims, grabbing your wrists to still you, “I don’t want to stop. I just…I don’t want you to suck me off. Well, no, I do. I really really do. But I won’t last. I’m too….worked up.”

“Oh. Okay. Well…uhm…well we can just do it then.”


God this was awkward.

You can tell Calum is just as anxious as you by the way he swallows the lump in his throat. His hands don’t seem to want to cooperate with him which of course makes the task of removing his already too-tight jeans even more challenging than usual. Neither of you speak a word as he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the condom he’d left there earlier. Your mouth hangs open and your eyes all but fall out of your head as he removes his boxers and rolls the condom onto his not unimpressive length. A flutter of panic rises within you when you realise that his thickness was somehow supposed to fit inside you.

“It’s not too late to back out”, Calum tell you once he notices you staring.

“Well it would be a shame to waste that perfectly good condom wouldn’t it?”


“Just go slow yeah?”

A hush falls over the room again as Calum pumps himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. Taking one of your hands in his, he pushes into you as slowly and as gently as he can. You hiss as you feel him inch into you, his girth stretching you to your limits.

Calum notices the look of discomfort on your face and immediately freezes in place.

“Shit. Fuck Y/N. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I tried to go slow…”

“I’m fine Calum”, you reassure him, bringing you hand to his cheek, “I just need a second.”

“Just tell me when”.

Calum dips his face to yours and places a tender kiss on your lips. You allow yourself to be consumed by the kiss as you wait for the stinging between your thighs to subside. Once it does you give Calum the nod to continue. Slowly, he starts to roll his hips against yours. His thrusts are leisurely and deep at first but it doesn’t take long for them to quicken and become more erratic. Your name, mixed with some of the filthiest language you’ve ever heard falls from his parted lips directly into your ear. His head is buried in the dip between your neck and shoulder allowing you to feel his fitful breath on your damp skin.

“Y/N”, Calum grunts against your neck, “I’m really fucking close. Are you close?”

You weren’t. But you knew he couldn’t hold back for much longer.

“Cum for me Calum. It’s okay. You can cum”.

“Oh shit Y/N. I can’t wait. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck”.

Calum’s hips come to an abrupt halt as he releases into the condom in a hoarse moan. He continues to chant your name softly as his breathing returns to normal. His lips steal one more kiss before he rolls off you to discard of the used condom. Turning onto your side you watch as he walks back to the bed doing little to hide his beaming face.

“I take it you enjoyed that then?” you laugh at him.

“You didn’t though did you?” he asks, his smile faltering as he flops down beside you again, too exhausted to worry about being any way graceful.

“What makes you say that?”

“You didn’t cum…”

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it Cal. And besides, it was my first time. I didn’t expect to. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“And what kind of best friend would I be if I left you unsatisfied? Give me 5 minutes to regain some strength and then I’ll make sure you cum again.”

“Pinky promise?”

“ Pinky promise.”

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