Glancing Down At Your Ticket As You Boarded The Plane, You Repeated The Row And Seat Number In Your Head

Glancing down at your ticket as you boarded the plane, you repeated the row and seat number in your head over and over, filing your way to the back of the plane, trying not to hit anyone with your purse. To say you were a little nervous to fly would be an understatement, but you also knew it could possibly have been some of your excitement you were mistaking for nervousness. However, you knew you’d feel much better once you found your seat and settled in with your book and music, drowning out the fact that you were flying in an airplane. Approaching your seat, you frowned, noticing that whoever you were sitting next to was already seated and absolutely asleep, his headphones tucked into his ears and his arms crossed across his belly. He was your age, with soft blonde hair and a cute nose that perked up at the end, and while he was cute he was also blocking your access to your window seat. Gently, you nudged his shoulder, seeing if he’d wake up, but the lanky boy did not move. Glancing around you noticed that most everyone was already seated, so you shook the boy’s shoulder a bit more. Again, nothing. With a sigh you carefully lifted your purse of his body and placed it on your seat. Then, you braced your hands on the seat in front of him and reached a leg across his own, attempting to crawl over his body without waking him. Your feet, though, had other plans. Before you had the chance to fully pull your right leg over his body your foot decided to hook itself in the strap of his backpack that was under the seat in front of him, twisting your body so that you fell into his lap, a quick grunt coming from the boy as his hands instantly fell to your hips to steady you where you sat, completely blushing and avoiding eye contact with the boy who was now awake. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, scrambling out of his lap and sitting where you belonged, which was in your seat. You could tell the boy was looking at you from the corner of your eye, but you took your time to settle in, placing your purse at your feet and buckling your seat belt, sighing with content once you were finally in place. “Sorry again,” you said quietly, finally attempting to look at the boy. He was smiling gently, his blue eyes gazing into yours. “It’s alright,” he said, rubbing at the stubble on his chin. “It’s not often that I wake up to a beautiful girl in my lap.” You blushed at his words but giggled, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m Luke,” he said, sticking out his hand for you to shake. You obliged, smiling at him, no longer nervous for the plane ride ahead.

This little ditty is for my love lashtonpetal who is currently on her way ot the airport to come visit me!! Emily I’m so excited to finally be able to hug you, I cannot wait until you’re here. Ahhhhh!! :-)

So I saw a thing and can you write something about neck kisses? Preferably Michael but do whatever floats your boat

BROOOO BRO BRO BRO I AIN’T EVEN QUEUEING THIS SHIT I’M DIVING STRAIGHT ON IN

because michael would be totally weak to neck kisses. you two would be on the couch and you’d be straddling his lap and just completely going for it. and your lips would travel from his lips to his jaw and then down the length of his neck and this boy would just melt, like full on, head falling back, arm brushing down your back, light moan melt. you wouldn’t even need to give him a hickey to get a response out of him, although he did love it when you licked and sucked at his skin, leaving dark purple marks on his pale skin that he would have to explain the next morning

and with calum, it would be in the middle of a hot and heavy make-out session, when you’re pulled on top of him and grinding up on him, and his hands are cupping your ass over your jeans, pressing you into him. and his lips are soft as pillows and welcoming as all fuck, but you just have the most primal urge to kiss his tan skin on his neck and right by his jaw and down by his collarbones because holy hell he has the nicest collarbones. and you would kiss and kiss and kiss, not staying in one place too long but savoring the taste of his skin, sucking a hicky right above his collarbone, yelping when he smacks your ass because “baby, I’m going to get so much shit for that tomorrow morning”

and luke luke luke omg scruffy neck kisses down your neck while he’s laying half on top of you on the couch and the tv is blaring in the background but you’re just focused on his lips on yours but- wait- you lose contact with him only for him to begin peppering kisses down the side of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way to give him access to more skin. and the scruff along his cheeks tickles you, and you start to giggle before he bites down harshly on your skin at the base of your neck, nipping playfully as his hand comes around your waist and pulls you in closer to him, rolling you underneath him

ashton would focus in so hard on what he was doing because he knew that there was one spot that always made you weak; and he knew this because the last time you two were making out like you were now, he had hit that spot, and you had let out the most pornographic moan that made ashton swear that he would find that spot again. and so he lifts his mouth off of yours and begins pressing kisses down the hollow of your neck, tilting your chin back and kissing all the way down to your sternum. and there’s just a lot of moving around and testing the area out until he hits that one spot, right underneath your jaw, and you lace your fingers tightly through his hair and let out a gasp, grinding your hips against him.

badboy!calum leaving class to go to the bathroom and sees a jock has you pushed up against a locker obviously try to flirt with you so cal gets mad and intervenes

“hey, why don’t you leave the girl alone?” calum asks, walking up with his typical “I don’t give a fuck” attitude about him, although it’s evident how angry he is from the way his nostrils are flaring and his jaw is clenched and his face is flushed.

“why don’t you mind your own business, hood.”

you glance over at calum, someone that you never would’ve expected that you would ever ask for help, but it was terrifying being up against this row of lockers with this guy hanging over you. and calum could see it clearly, from the way you looked at him with fear in your eyes, almost pleading silently for help. and calum weighs his options for a few seconds, deciding that if he was going to be suspended for something, it might as well be for this.

“alright, fuck it,” he curses, grabbing the guy by the collar and pulling him off you and wrestling him to the ground. you lost count of how many punches were thrown before the administrators pulled calum off the other guy. but what you couldn’t miss, was before he was pulled off to the principal’s office, calum very distinctly winking at you before tugging his arm away from the gym teacher that was trying to wrangle him in

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omg can you do you overhearing calum talking to the boys about how great your sex life is and they have no idea that you were listening

he would be sauntering around the backstage room with his shirt off, just to let everyone see the scratches you had left down his back the previous night. he did it on purpose, wanting the rest of the guys to see how you had clawed him up, as if they couldn’t hear you two going at it. hotel walls were notoriously thin, and calum apparently had a thing for other people being able to hear you two.

and michael had seen the scratches on calum’s back, had raised his eyebrows, and high fived him, going, “nice.”

cal was a cocky shit about it too, going on about, “couldn’t keep her hands off me,” ignoring the retching sounds from luke in the back, because the last thing luke wanted to hear about was cal’s sex life. especially after luke had been kept up all. last. night. “must be doing something right,” cal laughed, slinging his t-shirt over his shoulder in an attempt to stay shirtless for just a bit longer, to rub it in for just a few more minutes.

to be quite honest, you couldn’t believe that he was talking about your sex life without even mentioning how he was, how he came undone underneath you at the end of the night. there were a lot of scratches down his back because of you, but there was no way that they could’ve heard his whispered pleads with you, telling you how much you turned him on, just please, please, don’t tease. how he hissed at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, the sinking of your teeth into the flesh on his hip bones. because cal was first and foremost, a sub, and he refused to admit it.

and you were so pissed at him that later that night, when he pleaded with you, you said no, and dragged it out just a bit longer. he could boast all he wanted to the guys, but you two both knew who had the upper hand.

if you squint it’s - calum

why is calum like the perfect boy like he’s the perfect balance of funny and sarcastic and chill and sweet and cute and squishy and his hair is fluffy 100% of the time and he’s everything calum is everything i need to lie down