5sos prefs, imagines, and one shots

he finds your stash

Warning: Triggers (Abuse, Drugs, Anxiety, etc)

Calum**

"You were naughty little lady." Cal said coming back from your room.

"I'm gonna need to know what I did. I do a lot of naughty things..." You laugh sitting up.

"Yeah, but I never knew you got high." He said opening his hands to reveal the plastic bag of weed.

"Oh... But what are you smiling about?" You ask.

"Because we are now both gonna get high and make out." He said beginning to roll it out grabbing a lighter. He smiled before lighting it and taking a puff before handing it to you. You take a puff, and you two pass it back and forth until you're both high. Everything just seems cooler and brighter and Calum seems...

Calum seems hotter. Too hot. Too sexy. And far too close for that to not be too much of a risk.

It's intoxicating to watch him stretching out on the couch, flex his muscles, his chest falling as he breathes out. His pouty, full, pink lips are drawing you in, as his slightly blurred eyes blink at you slowly.

"Damn... suddenly getting the munchies... To the kitchen!" He says heaving himself up and dragging you with him. "Make something..." He says since you cook better.

"Make what?"

"Something tasty!" He says pouting. "I want food!" You roll your eyes and go to make some nachos. Just as the food starts getting prepared, you feel his hot hands sliding around your body as he hugs you from behind.

"Cal?" You say trying to ignore how good it feels. His rough hands have glided their way under your shirt. Heat spreads through your body with his every touch. You picture just forgetting it and jumping into his arms crashing your lips together. It just feels so damn good, so much better...

"I've figured out what I want to eat..." Cal whispers in a husky voice above your ear.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup..." He trails off. Suddenly, his lips have found the nape of your neck. He sucks and nips, pressing his teeth and lips into your skin while his hands continue to run over your body. His hands move over your stomach, along your sides, over the band of your pants, every part of your bare skin he can reach.

"What do you want then?" You say, your voice somewhat breathless.

"I want to have you to eat..." He says in the same voice as before making a shiver run down your spine, the intoxicating kind, as if you weren't intoxicated enough before everything else.

"Oh?" You say in a whisper with your eyes dropping closed.

"Come on baby..." He whispers bringing his lips to your ear. His hands tug at your bra, and your pants. "You look so damn good... Good enough to eat... Come on baby... just a taste..." He continues to whisper, nibbling your ear.

"Cal..." You sigh.

"It's easier to get you drunk off me like this..." He says.

"It's as if your love is my drug..." You breathe.

Ashton

"Y/N, where'd you put my shirt?!" Ashton called from down the hall. You sighed laying on the couch.

"Dresser!" You called back. You heard him banging around until he came into your room holding a plastic bag in his hands.

"What was this doing in your dresser?" Ashton asked quietly.

"It's just something I have around..." You said slowly, attempting to figure out just how he was going to react.

"I remember you told me you used to smoke weed, with your ex..." Ashton said still standing and staring fixedly at you.