5SOS Preferences

He Comes Home In A Bad Mood (smut)

{{smut warning!!!!}}

Ashton: the door slamming rattled the entire house. You could hear Ashton ranting to himself about God knows what as you put your book down and lifted your body out of bed. You had expected him home hours ago, but you could already tell he wasn't in the mood to fight about that. You stepped out onto the landing and gazed down the stairs at your boyfriend. Your eyes flickered over his exposed chest as he pulled his shirt over his head. His entire body glistened with sweat and rage was set in his face. You bit down on your lip when he turned to you, his eyes ablaze.
The fire in his eyes burned with each heavy step he took up the stairs - a fire that breathed into you the second his lips touched yours. His hands grabbed at your waist and effortlessly hoisted you up and backed you into the wall, allowing you to feel his entire body against yours. You moaned as he kissed down your neck and gently nibbled your skin. The red hot anger that you had seen in his eyes had been replaced with an equally hot desire. He ripped your pyjama shorts from your body, his biceps flexing as he honed his energy onto quickly and effectively getting you out of your pants.
You helped him push his jeans down his legs while he kissed your chest and pulled your shirt over your head. Your fingers raked down his back as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck. He groaned in pleasure and sucked harder. You wanted him, now.
You pushed his underwear down, stopping when his length sprang free. You were so ready for this. His eyes met yours as he pushed himself into you. He wanted to see every ounce of pleasure in your eyes as he thrust into you again and again, hitting your sweet spot every time.
All sense of time had gone. Ashton was getting closer and closer to pushing you over the edge with every thrust, and you knew he was close too. You wanted nothing more than to feel him come inside you. You scratched your nails down his sweaty back, eliciting an animalistic growl from him.
"You don't come until I say," he growled in your ear, making it all the more difficult not to fall apart in his hands.
You could barely stand it anymore, so when he groaned and whispered "on three," you were almost happy for the relief.
Pleasure spiked through you, lighting every nerve ending and making every inch of your body tingle. You shuddered as the orgasm wracked through you, waves of pleasure hitting you continuously until Ashton pulled out of you and allowed you to completely collapse into his arms.
You woke up hours later to Ashton's hazel eyes gazing at you. You smiled sleepily at him.
"Baby, are you okay?" He asked, gently stroking your hair. A smile crossed your lips as you nodded and mumbled, "I think you should come home in a bad mood more often."

Calum: the front door slammed, then ten seconds later another door slammed, and soon after that another door slammed. So Calum was in a bad mood then. You focused your attention on listening to what he was doing downstairs as you waited for him to come and greet you. Your ears vaguely caught the sound of Calum's keys falling to the floor, but the long stream of curses that followed were easy to pick up. Must've been a bad day at the studio.
Five minutes later an angry Calum stood in your doorway. His jaw was clenched and it seemed every muscle in his body was tensed.
"Do you want to talk about it or..." You began, trailing off when you caught the look in his eye. He strode over to the bed and brought his lips down forcefully on yours. The kiss was full of passion and desire; it was a kiss to show how much you had hated his late nights and the little time you spent together; it was a kiss to show how much you wanted each other. After all, it had been eight days since you last had sex. That was some kind of record.
The sound of tearing fabric rang in your ears as Calum ripped your skimpy nightdress from your body. He withdrew from you and your eyes followed him eagerly. He tore a strip of fabric from the dress and tied it around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold.
The next thing that alerted your senses was the sound of your bottom draw opening - the "fun" draw as he liked to call it.
Moments later you were handcuffed to the bed frame and Calum's weight had gone from your body. He gently pulled your panties down your legs and removed your bra, but then he was gone. You waited for a minute before whimpering his name. A chuckle sounded out from the corner of the room, but silence followed. You were getting more turned on by the second.
Calum took you by complete surprise when he entered you, and a pleasured cry left your lips.
You ached to touch him, but your hands were bound. You pulled against the handcuffs desperately, but it was useless. Calum breathed a laugh, obviously amused by your torture.
"If you make a noise-" he growled into your ear, "-I'll punish you."
Each thrust made you want to scream out in pleasure, but you had to obey him. On the other hand, part of you wanted to know what your punishment would entail...
Calum pressed his hand between your bodies and roughly started rubbing your clit, making you cry out in ecstasy. The noise surprised you - but so had his fingers. You instantly regretted disobeying him when his fingers stopped, and you whimpered for him to keep going.
A dark chuckle left his throat, sending shivers down your spine. He pulled out of you, almost making you yell out in protest.
The hardness of his thrusts was replaced by the softness of his tongue. You melted into his touch, taken aback by his strange punishment. If this was a punishment, you might disobey more often.
His tongue moved in all the right ways and his lips sucked at just the right places. You were so close.
"I- I'm gonna-" you stammered, and instantly his mouth was gone. You wailed his name, earning another dark laugh.
"I said I'd punish you, babe."