5SOS Preferences

❁ He's Off Limits {3/4}

a/n: Sorry for not updating yesterday! My head was aching so bad but now I'm algoods. Anyways, loads of update today! Hahah :-)

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Calum:

“Cal, stop. I actually have to get this done,” you say, trying to be serious. You look at Calum and can’t help laughing as he attempts to take a selfie on one of your cameras. “The flash!” He shrieks, covering his eyes, “I’ve gone blind!” “You’re gonna break it,” you laugh, taking the expensive camera away. “I’m bored,” Calum whines, falling to the floor in mock despair. “I have to finish editing these pictures before we can go,” you sigh. “Are they of me?” Calum asks eagerly, running behind you to see the screen. “They are!” He shouts. He rests his hands on your waist, peering over your shoulder at the pictures on the screen. “Ooh that one’s good!” He says, pointing at the screen, “Oh just delete that one I look like a monkey,” he comments. “Look at Michael in that one!” He laughs. “Calum,” You sigh finally, “I can’t concentrate.” “Right, sorry,” Calum mumbles, “I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m here!” He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you work. A minute passed before Calum grew bored again. Knowing he can’t talk, he begins kissing your neck. At first you ignore him, trying to focus, but he won’t have that. You feel Calum pull the shoulder of your shirt down, allowing him better access. “Calum,” you murmur, unable to say more. “Hmm?” He hums against your skin. His teeth nip at your exposed skin and you inhale sharply. “You’re so tense,” he says softly, rubbing your shoulders. “Calum,” you repeat, this time as a moan. “Yes?” He whispers into your ear. Unable to resist him any longer, you turn around, allowing your lips to connect. His hands move to your waist and you feel him smirk into the kiss. “You’re so dumb,” you mumble, punching his arm. “But I’m hot,” he mumbles back. You hear the faint sound of voices and pull away quickly. “What? Is it my breath?” Calum asks, concerned. “Sh!” You say, looking out the window of your office to see your boss. “It’s my boss!” You whisper urgently. “So?” Calum asks, confused. “So I’m not allowed to be seeing you, remember?” You say in a panic. Calum’s eyes widen in understanding. “He’s gonna come in! Hide!” You take Calum by the arm, pushing him below your desk and sitting in front of your computer. You hear a knock at the door and answer, “Come in!” “You’ll have these pictures done by tonight, right?” Your boss, asks as he enters. “Yes sir,” You affirm. You feel fingers running up and down your leg and kick, glaring down at Calum quickly. “Will you be able to work this Saturday?” Your boss asks. Calum pinches your leg and you flinch, but understand that that means ‘You can’t work.’ “I can’t,” you reply. “Alright. I’ll leave you to finish up,” he says before exiting. You pull out your chair and glare at Calum as he crawls out. “You’re such a pain,” you say, laughing despite yourself.

Ashton: 

You woke up on the floor, dazed and confused. You look around, and that’s when you see Ashton’s shirt on the floor. Your heart rate quickens as you remember the events from the night before. You get quickly to your feet and try the door, finding it now unlocked. You head downstairs and spot your brother cleaning up a spilled bowl of chips. You turn quickly to go back upstairs, not wanting to talk to him. “Y/n!” He calls out, making you freeze. You turn toward him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Will you help me clean up?” He pleads, rushing toward you, “Mom and Dad are gonna be home in a few hours and it’s a mess here.” “You are unbelievable,” you laugh, humorlessly. “You expect me to help you after last night?!” “I decided I would forget about it,” your brother says proudly, “I know he took advantage of you. It wasn’t your fault.” He smiles down at you as if he were an angel. “It’s not my fault?” You repeat incredulously, “Not my fault! I was looking for Ashton! I brought Ashton to my room! I took off Ashton’s shirt! I’m not a child!” Your voice steadily gets louder, until you’re yelling. “Y/n,” your brother begins before you can continue, “I think you should be thanking me, not yelling at me and -” “Thanking you?” You interrupt in disbelief. “Let’s count all the things I should be thanking you for shall we? First off, you barged into my room, without knocking, and freaked out because I was with a guy. Wow! Thank you!" You screech sarcastically, "But wait! There’s more! Then you took him and - I don’t  know - probably murdered him! And you locked me in my room! And then you ask me to help you clean up, telling me I should be THANKING you!" You laugh before turning back to him seriously, "Where’s Ashton?!" "You aren’t seeing Ashton anymore," your brother answers firmly, "I told him that if he talks to you again I’ll kill him." Your brother crosses his arms, looking final. "You’re ruining my life," you murmur, looking at him in shock. With that you storm past him and out of the house. You don’t know where you’re going until you pull up in Ashton’s driveway. You knock on the door, and stood nervously swaying as you waited for someone to answer. Finally the door opens, and Ashton stands in front of you, a cut across his jaw and a black eye disfiguring his face. "I’m so sorry," you say immediately. "It wasn’t your fault," Ashton shrugs, "I should’ve known better." After a moment of awkward silence you say, "Can I come in?" "I don’t think that’s a good idea," Ashton says, looking worried. "Right," you nod, "My brother’s gonna kill you." Ashton nods, sighing loudly. "Did you, uh, did you need something?" He asks finally. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay," you tell him, "And tell you that I’m gonna talk to my brother and I’m sure this whole thing will just blow over and.." You fade out when you see the uncomfortable look on Ashton’s face. "What’s wrong?" You ask quietly. "Y/n, I think - I think I was pretty drunk last night," Ashton says, refusing to meet your eye, "I wasn’t thinking straight. If I was I wouldn’t have - well I wouldn’t have tried to bang my best friend’s sister," he explains. "Oh," you say quietly, "You don’t even like me." "No, no!" Ashton starts, "It’s just that -" "I should go then," you say quickly. Without waiting for a response you run to your car, taking off to who knows where.