WARNING: SLIGHT SMUT
Calum:
You were at the University, waiting for Calum to come. You had an extremely rough day at campus, you were at the verge of crying. You didn't have a room here, because you were already living with Calum, so you didn't have anywhere private to sob and break down. You called Cal, you're voice cracking most of the time. He noticed quickly and immediately made his way to campus. You were waiting patiently although a few tears made their way out. You heard the crunching of gravel and the engine of a car fade. You didn't wanna lift your head up, knowing if it was a stranger, it'd be extremely awkward.
You saw a pair of feet walk your way and suddenly you saw the knees, meaning that person just crouched down in front of you.
"Hey.." You heard him say. Calum.
"Hi." You answered, even you couldn't hear yourself.
"Come on, baby. Let's go home." He said, pulling your arm slightly.
Immediately, you lost it. You just broke down and cried. You sobbed violently and your whole body shook.
"Awe, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Calum said, sitting beside you and pulling you into his body. "Don't cry, I'm here. I'm here for ya, honey. No worries."
"I'm always ruining everything. I question my existence. Why do I have to live and be such a useless burden to people? I don't even know why I was bor-" You choked out.
"Sweetie. Stop. This isn't you. What happened to my beautiful, confident, pretty, incredible, gorgeous, important, stunning girlfriend? Did you kidnap her?" He cut you off.
You blushed a darker shade of red at every compliment. You were still crying, but you were slightly feeling better. "Calum, I just don't understand. Am I too much? Am I not good enough? I don't understand! I try to be perfect all the time, but I just fuck it all up."
"No, you don't. If you do anything at all, you make everything better. You aren't too much in a bad way, but you're more than I wanted. And I love that about you. You are good enough, or more than that. But again, I love that about you. And honey, you don't have to try to be perfect, you already are." He said, making you cry over his words.
"I love you so much, Calum, nobody would ever understand." You said, snuggling your head further into his chest.
"Nobody has to. As long as we belive, everyone else doesn't matter." He said. "Now, look at me." He said, using two fingers to lift your chin up so his eyes could meet yours. They closed, bringing you in for a kiss.
The kiss was full of passion, concern, worry and love.
Ashton:
He hovered over you, positioning himself. He pushed in slowly, you moaned at his size. He instantly when down to your lips to silence his moans. Your lips molded perfectly with each other. Soon, you felt his tongue draw across your bottom lip. After giving in, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your lips danced together, the sounds so loud, the whole house could hear. You were so into the kiss, you didn't feel pain or pleasure until he pounced into you unannounced, catching you off guard and moaning so loud even your kiss couldn't silence it.
Luke:
Luke kept kisses up to a necessary point in life. He never kisses you when it's not important. Like, when you are watching a movie and you randomly turn to him, leaning in for a kiss, he shoves his cheek instead. He gives in when you give him the puppy doe eyes. But when you don't, he doesn't grant you a kiss. He saves it up for when you're crying, anniversaries, birthdays, need, miss. And his kisses will always be the best because they're always passionate and full of meaning and always put in with all his heart. But now, after dating for more than half a year, he kisses you like that, still, but now; even more often.
Michael:
Michael's kisses are so unexpected. It can either be a peck, a full makeout, a soft lingering kiss, a lick on the cheek, anything. But now, you were waiting in the airport for him. It's been too long without him in the house; it's been awfully too quiet without him home. You were playing Piano Tiles 2. You were already trying to set the highest you can for your New Best, you were always extremely determined when you were at New Best. But when the screams got so loud but then quietened immediately, you couldn't give a shit about Piano Tiles 2. You jumped up from your seat, merely locking your phone an leaving it at the chair.
You ran to the group of fans. Some noticed you and gave you a path towards the front, but some hated you and demanded you go back to rot in hell. You ignored them, like Michael said and remained at your spot. You tried tippy-toeing. Some fans gave you their Twitters for you to follow them. Might give them a surprise, follow them through Mikey's account.
Suddenly, the screams intensed and you felt as if your ear drums were about to explode like in Michael Bay's movies. You jumped up and down to catch a glimpse of Michael. You already told him you're dyeing his hair an extremely light shade of red. You saw him walking out, he was trying to look for a bright redhead. You hid behind fans until he passed you. You pushed past everyone and security and walking behind Michael, telling the fans to shush while playfully putting your finger on your lips.
You reached your hands up to cover his eyes. "Guess who..." You whispered into his ear. Barely even finishing your words, he dropped everything and turned to you. You didn't know which of his kisses to expect, so you just leaned in. Unfortunately, he had other plans.
He carried you, putting you over his shoulder and running away from everyone. You were screaming and laughing at the same time. You told him to let you go. The airport air was already freezing cold, the breeze he caused you while running was making you actually turn into ice.
He put you down, finally, in front of the staffs exit. "Mikey!" You scolded, playfully slapping his chest. "Why'd you do th-"
He kissed you. Not playfully and meaninglessly. This kiss was so full of everything you two didn't get for so long, you could almost cry at the emotions poured into it. Your knees buckled as they went weak. He held you up by the waist. He smiled into the kiss. After pulling away after about roughly around 5 minutes, he looked at you, taking in you features after so long.
You giggled. "Hey."
"Hi. I'm Michael."
You laughed. "I know that. I'm Y/N."
"I know that." He mocked you. He smiled wider, cheekily. He shook his head, leaning in to kiss you again. He kissed you slightly less passionately, but passionately nonetheless. "I love you."
Before you could answer, he kept repeating 'I love you's after every peck on all over your face. Your forehead, temples, nose, above your left eyebrow, your cheeks, your chin. Then lastly, your lips.
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I wrote this at 2 in the morning, don't judge.
Also, you can not imagine how UNCOMFORTABLE it is to write smut.
