unfinished, WIP, whatever ya wanna call it, here’s a preview of a possible cashton threeway
Calum’s hands trail up your thighs, you lifting your head to look at him, brow creased. He knows your dating Ashton, knows how jealous he gets, knows that you and Ashton have rules. Unless… Unless they’ve already discussed it. It’s the only explanation as Calum’s hand move up even further, forcing you to spread your legs. You say nothing as Calum presses the heel of his hand against your clit, the pressure causing you to jump slightly. Your head falls back in Ashton’s lap, Ashton seemingly oblivious to your distress. Calum circles your covered clit with his finger, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Wow Ashton, you really suck,” Calum chuckles. “Doesn’t he, Y/N?” He looks over at you with a smirk, his finger moving to your core and tracing your lower lips, you biting your lip to suppress a moan.
“Uh huh,” You manage to say. “Really sucks.”
“Is she wet, Cal?” Ashton asks, his fingers flying across the remote rapidly, expression unchanging. Your eyes shoot up to your boyfriend, mouth falling open in shock.
“Soaked,” Calum murmurs, pushing your panties to the side and dipping his finger in your heat. “This is turning her on.”
“Told ya,” He hums, eyes never moving from the TV screen. “She’s a very bad girl.”
“Are you okay with this?” Calum asks, looking over at you and Ashton.
“Trust me Calum,” You manage to choke out. “You wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t okay with it.”
“Goddamn right,” Ashton says, pausing the game and dropping the remote. His hand lays casually on your chest, squeezing your breast. “You’re her first pick.”
“She’s been such a good girl for me lately. And now,” He looks down at you, lips curling upward into a devilish smile. “She gets to be bad.” You grin at him, hand reaching up to the nape of his neck, pulling him down and slotting your lips against him. Calum slides his finger knuckle deep into your wet heat, Ashton swallowing your moan.
“Fuck, she feels so fucking warm and wet,” Calum swears, curling his finger inside you. You gasp, other hand going to grasp Ashton’s lying on your chest.
“Mmm,” Ashton hums, breaking away and smirking down at you. “She tastes even better.” Your head drops back to his lap, back arching as Calum continues to finger you. “Taste her Calum,” Ashton encourages. “She tastes fucking incredible.”
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