Teach me your smutty ways!!! I'm so bad at writing smut :(
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categories: rough, slapping, daddy kink, fluff (at the very end)
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“I was thinking the boy’s could start writing in England andthen go to LA?” 5SOS’s manager though out loud. Calum and Luke nodded whileMichael focused on piling his food into his mouth. Ashton, on the other handwas staring at me from across the table. My bare foot was rubbing up and down his leg. He tried not to show on his face how frustrated he was. Another idea popped into my head as I reached for a breadstick from the basket. I slid it between my pink lips and made sure to maintain eye contact with Ashton. He fidgeted in his seat as I bit down softly on it. I placed the uneaten part on the plate and licked the butter from my lips.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Ashton stood abruptly before swiftly walking off. I held back a giggle while the other’s stared, wondering why he had left so suddenly.
Dinner went by quite uneventful after that and after a polite argument about who should pay the bill we all grouped outside and waited for the cars to come take us back to the hotel.
“Ashton seems a little flustered,” Calum nudged Michael, both of them letting out a laugh. Ashton glared at them angrily and muttered a ‘shut up’ at them.
The cars came and everyone piled into the first one until there was no room for anymore people to cram in.
“Sorry Luke,” Calum giggled and shut the door, leaving Luke, Ashton, and I to ride in the other car.
Ashton quickly clambered into the front seat, leaving Luke and I to sit awkwardly in the back. The ride was silent and awkward. The only sound was the cough here and there and the purr of the engine.
“We’re here, guys,” the driver told us as we pulled up to the hotel.
“Thanks,” Ashton grumbled climbing out quickly and stomping into the hotel.
“Thank you and I’m sorry for him,” I apologized quickly before running after Ashton.
“Ashton,” I called as he stepped into the elevator. I put my arm on the door so it wouldn’t close and stepped in next to him. We stared at each other while the doors close and then I was pinned against the wall, hands above my head.
“I cannot believe you teased me like that,” Ashton growled, his hot breath hitting my face.
An apology stumbled from my lips. “I’m sorry, Ashton.”
The doors opened and Ashton fled the elevator. I speed walked behind him to keep up with his long legs. He stumbled angrily with the key to the door before pushing it open. I followed him into the hotel room, closing the door behind me.
“Ashton, listen,” I grabbed his arm, and he spun around.
“What did you just call me?” He snapped. I gulped as he backed me against the door, towering above my small frame.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” I managed to stutter out.
Ashton shook his head.
“You’ve been very naughty today, babydoll. I think you need to be punished,” Ashton purred before turning around and taking a seat on the bed. He patted his leg and I hurried over to lay across it.
“Very, very naughty,” Ashton tisked as he pulled up my skirt, exposing my ass to him. He grabbed it roughly, causing me to gasp. “A very naughty girl with a very nice ass.”
He held my ass, stroking his thumb lightly on it. “Count for me, babygirl.”
I nodded, understanding what was to happen.
He reached his hand up, bringing it down harshly on my skin.
“One,” I breathed out. I counted off the slaps, jerking forward each time, until 10 were completed and my skin was sore.
“What do you say?” Ashton questioned.
“Thank you, daddy.”
“Come here,” Ashton demanded. I got up off his leg and stood in front of him. He reached forward, his long fingers working on un buttoning my top. I stood still and let him undress me. First my top and bra and then my underwear, leaving me only in my short skirt.
“Such a beautiful body all for me,” Ashton murmured, massaging my boobs in his large hands. His hands explored down my body before grabbing my ass tightly and pulling me forward.
“On your knees,” Ashton demanded. I quickly obeyed, anxious to please him. “Undress me.”
I quickly stripped Ashton of his pants and boxers, freeing his hard on.
He grasped the back of my head, guiding me to his tip. I opened wide, gladly accepting. He fucked my mouth, leaving me to do almost no work. I gagged multiple times, spit dripping down my chin. When Ashton was satisfied, he pulled out laid back on the bed.
“Ride me,” he commanded, his hands behind his head in a relaxed position.
I quickly scrambled to my feet and straddled him. I placed his dick at my entrance and slid out. I bounced on him as he watched from below.
“Daddy, you feel so good inside me,” I moaned out, throwing my head back. Ashton reached up and grabbed my hips so that he pound into me from below.
“Such a good little slut,” Ashton groaned.
“Only for you, Daddy.”
Ashton slowed his thrusts as I continued to bounce.
“Baby, I have an idea,” Ashton slipped out from underneath me and grabbed my hand to drag me to the bathroom.
“Leg up,” he demanded and I obeyed immediately. I placed my leg on the counter and leaned forward. “Watch me fuck you in the mirror.”
I looked into the mirror in front of us. I was splayed open for Ashton to see. I watched as he grabbed my hips and entered me.
A moan escaped my throat as he began thrusting into me. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. A hard slap on my ass made me open them again.
“I said watch,” Ashton growled.
I did as he said and struggled to open my eyes and watch him pound into me. My moans were loud and pornographic as Ashton had his way.
“I’m so close,” I groaned, leaning my weight on the counter and closing my eyes. A stinging slap to my butt reminded me to keep them open.
“Daddy, I’m coming, Daddy,” I moaned as I felt my orgasm roll through my body. My legs shook with please.
“Fuck,” I felt Ashton pull out. I watched him shoot his hot cum all over my back.
I lay almost all my weight on the counter as I panted, out of breath from my orgasm.
“Such a good girl,” Ashton caressed my ass soothingly now. “Lets get you cleaned up.”
I let Ashton wash his cum off my back with a towel soaked him warm water.
“I’ll be right back,” he kissed my temple before disappearing into the room. My body was sore from Ashton’s dominant nature, but I knew he would always take care of me after.
I glanced in the mirror at my tangled hair and my knees shaking, weak from the rough nature of the sex. I turned my body to examine my butt. I poked Ashton’s red handprint and gasped a little when it stung. Unknowingly, a tear slipped from my eye.
“Babydoll,” Ashton rushed from the doorway where he must have been standing and watching. He kneeled next to me, fluttering light kisses on the red skin on my butt. “Did I hurt you too bad?”
“A little,” I smiled down at him. “But, its okay.”
Ashton stood and grasped my face in his hands. “Never say that. I never want to hurt you. Everything is supposed to be pleasurable, baby. Tell me if I go too far.”
I struggled to nod with my face grasped in his large hands.
“Ok,” I whispered. He planted a kiss on my forehead before turning to grab the duvet he snatched from the bed during his disappearance. He wrapped it around my body like a cocoon before picking me up and carrying me off to the bed.
thank you all so much for your support on my first smut so heres some calum smut for you
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I yawned loudly as I made my way downstairs. It was a usual Saturdaymorning; I woke up at 2 to eat the entire kitchen cabinet before returning to my bed to hibernate.
“Good afternoon,” my mom greeted me in the kitchen, sorting through the groceries she must’ve just bought. I nodded in her general direction, too sleepy to respond. I poured myself a hefty bowl of cereal and sat down to inhale it.
“I have a favor to ask you,” my mom spoke while leaning on the cabinet door. I swirled my cereal and milk with my spoon.
“What is it?” I sighed.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” my mom stepped over to me and ruffled my hair. “While I was unpacking the groceries I noticed that the people who bought the Andrew’s house finished moving in today.”
“What does that have to do with me?” I muttered.
“You get to go great them. Be nice, say hello, bring them the basket on the counter. And don’t embarrass us please,” my mom listed off before I even agreed.
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes before getting up to put my empty bowl in the sink. “I’m going to get dressed.”
I moped up the stairs and around my room before throwing on a different pair of underwear, shorts, and tank. I scraped my hair into a quick pony and jogged down the stairs. I was a bit more awake now and my miserable mood began to dissipate.
I snatched the basket from the counter, calling a quick goodbye to my mom, before strolling out the door.
I glanced at the house across the street. The Andrew’s used to live there. They were a small family of 5, with a boy my age named Ben. I smirked remembering the things I’d done in that house. I’d miss Ben.
I rang the doorbell, bouncing on my toes and swaying the basket at my side. A boy, looking no more than 19 opened the door. He was sporting a tank top and shorts and was tanned and built.
“Hello, I’m from across the street,” I smiled warmly. “Are your parents home?”
He crossed his arms and scoffed. “Parents?”
“Well, I mean you don’t live alone do you?” I tried not to sound as rude as he did.
“Actually,” he leaned on the wood outlining the doorway. “I do.”
“Well, then this is for you,” I thrust the basket forward and he rolled his eyes.
“Come on,” he turned and walked into the house. I followed him, annoyed at his semi-rude behavior.
I followed him down the familiar hall and into the kitchen where he sat casually on the bar stool.
“You can put it on the counter,” he told me, swirling on his seat. I placed the basket on the counter and stood awkwardly.
“What are you doing?” he questioned. “Sit down.” I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I have to get to know my neighbors don’t I?” he questioned.
I shrugged and plopped on the seat next to him, confused by his sudden mood change. I glanced around the familiar room filled with unfamiliar stuff. He looked like he moved all his furniture in, but some boxes lay scattered around.
“So,” he spoke. I snapped my attention back to him. “What’s your name?”
“Y/N, yours?”
“Calum,” he didn’t pause before his next question. “How old are you?”
“Just turned 18,” I answered. “How old are you? You seem a bit young to be living at home.”
“20,” he told me, eyes trained on me. “I ran into some family money so I didn’t have to go to college.”
“Wish I could be so lucky,” I muttered.
We fell into an awkward silence after that. I swirled my chair a bit to the right, glancing at his stuff around the room and tried to ignore his eyes boring into my body.
“Well,” I broke the silence, standing up from the chair when the silence had grown sufficiently awkward. “I should be going.”
“Wait,” Calum stopped me, also rising from his seat. He towered over me. To be honest, he intimidated me a bit. I gazed up at him quizzically.
This strange new neighbor was full of surprises, but this was the biggest yet.
He grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. I froze, shocked, before returning it. Soon, I came back to my senses and pulled away.
“No, stay,” he grabbed my arm as I began to walk off. I stood still. He saw the indecision in my eyes and began to speak.
“Y/N, what are the guys at your school like? Immature idiots?” I nodded. “And are those the only guys you have slept with?” I nodded, a furious blush building on my cheeks. He backed us into a wall, leaning down to plant a kiss on my neck before whispering in my ear.
“I could make you feel so much better than they could ever,” his hot breath tickled my ear, raising goose bumps on my arms. I nearly melted into his arms. It was true the guys at my school were inexperienced fools who were only concerned with pleasing themselves.
“Please,” I murmured. “Please Calum.”
He smirked and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the couch in the room over. I fell back onto it and he straddled above me. He immediately began to suck at my neck and I tangled my hands in his hair. He detached himself briefly to pull off his shirt. I reached up, placing a hand on his chest and he smirked, obviously pleased with his body.
I felt like I had too many clothes on, so I struggled out of my tank top in the position I was in. Calum reached under me and unclasped my bra. His hands were warm and sturdy as they grasped at my breasts. I moaned as he swirled his tongue around my nipple.
“Bit sensitive, are we?” he chuckled.
“Shut up,” I muttered, embarrassed.
I didn’t want to feel inferior to him any longer so I attempted to take control. I sat up and reached for his belt buckle.
“No,” he pushed my hands from me. “On your knees.”
I did as he said (so much for being in control), kneeling before him like an eager puppy as he stood in front of me. He nodded, urging me to start.
Now I undid his belt buckle leaving him in the thin fabric of his boxers. I palmed his hard on through the fabric and he watched me hungrily from above. I used my teeth to pull them down, his erection nearly hitting me in the face.
I teased him, licking the pre-cum off the tip before twirling it in my mouth. He grew impatient and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting into my mouth. I deep-throated him easily, my practice with Ben paying off.
He pleased himself in my mouth, earning a few gags from me, before pulling out. I wiped my spit with the back of my hand.
“Your turn,” Calum told me. Eagerly I got up and laid down on the couch so that my torso was on the edge. Calum knelt on the floor in front of me. He pulled off my shorts and underwear in one go. His mouth attacked my clit making my back arch. He slowly added fingers, pumping at a steady pace as his tongue flicked my clit.
“Fuck, Calum,” I moaned, I could feel him smirk. “I’m gonna cum.”
Suddenly, it all stopped. I glanced down at him.
“You’re not coming yet,” he told me. He lifted my hips and moved them so they were on the couch, climbing in between my legs.
He swirled the tip around before sliding in, earning a moan from me. He fucked me hard form the start, my tits moving with each thrust.
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning forward as he thrust to play with my boobs. “They’re the perfect size.”
He focused on them his thrusts becoming sloppier and slowing. I pushed him off of me, commanding him to lay back. I straddled him, sliding onto his dick. I moved my hips in figure eights as he watched me, entranced from below. I began to ride him, throwing my head back. He reached, up and grabbed my boob, tweaking the nipple.
“I wanna make you cum so bad,” Calum stopped me after a few minutes. “Wanna make you scream my name as you cum. Turn around.”
I did as he said, on my hands and knees in front of him. He wasted no time, thrusting into me. He grabbed my hips as he pounded into me.
“Fuck,” I called out, going down on my elbows, weak from pleasure. His balls slapped with each thrust. That was the only sound in the room aside from my moans.
“I’m gonna cum,” I told him, my breathing hard. He reached to grab my boobs, hitting a new angle doing so.
I felt myself tightening around him, earning a quick curse from him.
“Calum, shit,” I screamed as my orgasm tumbled out of me, he slowed, his dick twitching inside of me before I felt his warm load.
“Fuck,” Calum laughed with ecstasy. “You were so good.”
categories: daddy!luke, dom!luke, toys, overstimulation, squirting, you know all the fun stuff
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I couldn’t help but let a small smile play on my lips when Iheard Luke’s front door shut. The cling of his keys dropping into the bowl onthe table by the door sounded out through the empty house. I shifted slightly,fixing the lacy bra and underwear that I was sporting so that they would lookperfect.
I could hear Luke sliding off his jacket in the front room. I stood in the living room, just around the corner from him. He turned the lights on, looking down at his phone. He glanced up and jumped, startled to see me standing there.
“Y/N,” he breathed out in surprise. I sauntered over to him as he stood frozen, placing my hands on his chest. I glanced up at him innocently.
“Yes?” I questioned.
“How’d you get in?” He tried not to look down at my breasts as he spoke. I arched my back, pushing them up so it was nearly impossible for him not to.
“You gave me a key, silly,” I murmured, rising on the tips of my toes so that I could kiss his neck. He moaned lightly before coming to his senses and pushing me off.
“Why are you here?” He asked. It was a fair question; I was the one who called this whole thing off last week.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I explained. “And I figured Daddy would want to have his way with me again.”
Luke stiffened as the word ‘daddy’ left my mouth.
“But,” I shrugged, pulling away. “I can go.”
I turned my back, purposely swaying my hips as I walked to the couch where my jacket lay. I felt a strong grip on my hips and a force pulled me back into Luke’s chest. I smirked. I had won. Again.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered harshly in my ear. I slipped out of his grip and began to walk away. Luke caught on quickly and scurried after me to his bedroom.
He closed the door behind him. It was not unlikely that one of his band mates would come into his house, uninvited, and make them self at home.
He grabbed my face, finally planting his lips on mine. I moaned into the kiss, running my fingers through his hair. He brought his hands down my body, outlining my waist before grabbing my ass.
“Safe word is still apples,” he murmured against my lips before gripping my thighs and hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I began nipping and sucking his neck as he walked over to the bed and lay me down.
“You are wearing too much clothes,” I pointed out. I admired my handiwork on Luke’s neck, which was now covered in red circles.
“Excuse me?” he muttered, falling into his roll as a dominant. Now the real fun would begin.
He stood at the side of the bed, me lying beneath him.
“I believe I call the shots around here. That includes when I take my clothes off.”
“You do,” I nodded quickly. He cocked an eyebrow at me. He towered over my body, signifying his dominance. “You do, daddy.”
I wanted Luke to touch me more than anything, the tension was unbearable, but he stepped over to his dresser, pulling open his drawer. I shivered in anticipation, that’s where he kept his toys.
He lined some up on the dresser, taking only one object with him: rope.
I held out my wrists to him gleefully. He didn’t praise me for my cooperation, but looked pissed.
I was more turned on than ever.
I shuffled back to the headboard so that he could tie me to it. I lay in a starfish position, patiently waiting. Luke slowly walked back to the dresser, grabbing something and placing it out of my sight.
He kneeled in front of the bed, face to face with my heat. He slowly traced my underwear, making me squirm underneath him. He glared up at me, stopping his finger. I lay as still as I could.
“Sorry, daddy,” I apologized quickly.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Y/N,” Luke scolded. “Maybe you have forgotten how to act properly when you left me. I had to fuck strangers who were vanilla and plain and boring. All because you left me.”
The room filled with silence for a few moments. I knew that apologizing was pointless.
“Punish me, daddy,” I told him eagerly. “Punish me like the bad, bad girl I am.”
Luke rolled his eyes. “As if I wasn’t going to do that.”
He reached up, pulling my underwear down before standing up, pulling off his pants and boxers. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He leaned over, grabbing my face between his hands.
“I do not want to hear a sound from you. Not one whimper or moan. Not a sound. Do you understand?”
I nodded feverishly.
He slipped into me, my wetness making it easy. I bit back a moan as he slowly slid in and out. I attempted to move my body to increase the pace, but Luke held my hips down, shooting me a glare.
He kept his slow pace up, reaching under me to unbuckle my bra. He threw it, the metal clasps making a noise when the hit the wall.
I struggled to keep quiet as Luke pinched my left nipple and swirled the right in his tongue. There was still not enough friction between us, and I knew that Luke was teasing himself too.
He soon became tired of his slushiness and began to pound into me. His pace was fast, but steady. I wanted to scream and moan and whimper under his touch, but I held it in.
He picked up his pace even more. His tip brushed my g-spot over and over, causing me to let out a whimper. Luke froze inside of me, detaching himself from my breasts.
“I thought I said quiet,” Luke spoke angrily.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I apologized quickly. He grabbed my face roughly.
“If I hear one more sound from you I will finish myself off and leave you here, tied up and unable to touch yourself.”
I gulped and he released my face. I knew this game. Luke would now make it harder than ever to stay quiet.
He started out fast and rough, surprising me. I gripped the ropes and squeezed my eyes shut, holding in my moans.
A new sensation made my eyes shoot open only to see Luke pressing a vibrator to my clit. I closed my mouth tightly, not wanting to let him win. He periodically turned up the settings on the vibrator, each time making me squirm beneath him. His dick still hit my g-spot at a fast pace.
I was a dripping mess when he turned up the vibrator to the highest setting. I could feel my orgasm coming. I moaned loudly as it rolled out of me. I knew I would be in deep trouble with Luke for that, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
My body shook as I orgasmed, but Luke didn’t stop. He relentlessly pounded into me, not lowering the vibrator’s setting.
I was so sensitive from my orgasm, little shakes continuing through my body.
It wasn’t long before I felt my second orgasm creep up on me, Luke still going strong. I screamed this time as I came, soaking the bed with my juices.
“I made you squirt,” Luke smirked proudly, not stopping. I could barely focus on anything, only registering that I please my Daddy by squirting, as I shook on the bed, my clit more sensitive then I could imagine.
Luke had to be close to his own orgasm, but I knew he would try and make me cum again first.
“Luke,” I groaned as he picked up his pace. Luke pressed the vibrator harder onto my clit when I called him the wrong name.
“Daddy, please,” I nearly screeched.
“Cum for me one more time, baby girl,” Luke told me.
“I-I don’t know if I can,” I squirmed under the vibrator on my sensitive clit.
Luke didn’t stop, pounding into me over and over again, determined to make me cum again.
My body began to shake as he relentlessly pleased me. The third orgasm brought my body so many sensations.
My eyes teared up as Luke kept going, not having cum yet.
I knew I could use the safe word, but I was determined to tough it out, to prove Daddy how sorry I was.
“You’re going to make Daddy cum, baby girl,” Luke groaned, his pace slowing as his dick twitched inside me. He removed the vibrator, focusing on himself.
“Cum for me, Daddy,” I told him, pulling against the ropes.
I felt Luke pull out and watched him pump himself, releasing all over my stomach and breasts. Luke scooped it up from my still-shaky body with his fingers and I opened my mouth wide. I smiled as I licked his cum from his long fingers.
“That’s my good girl,” Luke praised me, reaching up to untie the ropes from my wrists. He scooped me up and cradled me to his chest.
“I’m never leaving you again, Daddy,” I murmured against his chest. “Never again.”
