Author's note : A few of you requested a sequel to The Island (masterlist : in bio, menu or URL/masterlist),
No, this can't be real. In the "Image" section, thousands and thousands of pictures of Calum started to appear. Calum with a dog, Calum half naked, on a bike, at an award show, on stage, with his bandmates, with random people, fully naked in a kitchen. Hell, nice ass he's got. Their band was indeed called 5 Seconds of Summer, they were indeed pretty famous, and had toured with One Direction. Fuck.
Myla was still chatting up the good daddy's little son when I found her, against the rail, twirling her hair.
"Myla, Myla please can I talk to you for a minute?" I dashed next to her in a second.
"Suuure Y/N, Y/N this is Daniel, Daniel this is Y/N my best friend." She smiled warmly, looking at me with fondness and I couldn't help but smile back. I loved her with all my heart.
"Nice to meet you Daniel, I'm very sorry this is rude I'll be there in a minute."
"No worries."
I dragged her a little further.
"Isn't he absolutely handsome? You really got an eye for fine wealthy dudes I swear, he works in his father's petroleum company, and he's really classy it's been ages since a guy treated me like a lady!" she babbled. "What's up?"
"I- I just hooked up with a dude."
"Wow that was fast. Good Game Girl I guess? Was it fun?" Myla was used to my hunting nature, she was way passed the shock. Though we rarely told our other friends who weren't as evolved and would probably call me a slut if I gave them half the real number of guys I've had sex with. I like sex, why should I be ashamed?
"Myla I hooked up with that guy." I insisted seizing her face between my palms to make her look in Calum's direction.
"Holy shit. Tell me you aren't talking about him."
"Do you know him?"
"Jeez Y/N of course I know him!"
"I didn't…"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" her jaw dropped.
"No! I only just googled him! I typed 'Calum boyband'." I admitted.
"You went to him just like that randomly? I swear you got a rich guy detector."
"No he came to me! He called me actually and asked me to join his harem in the Jacuzzi."
"Oh my God shit Luke is there too."
"Yeah he mentioned that guy!" I recalled aloud. "Who's that?"
"The hot blond one there, with the quiff and lip ring."
"Hell yeah, hot too." I giggled remembering how I had told Calum that I hoped Luke was better than him at snogging chicks. Surely a battle between the two of them would be pretty interesting, who can get the most chicks at a party. I'd definitely play that if I were them.
"You hooked up with Calum Hood, oh my God I need a drink." She grabbed the nearest coconut. "Was he good?"
"Awesome."
"And so…Why exactly aren't you with him right now?" she made a funny face, with quirky eyebrows.
"Because! When we were…done, there was a girl and she freaked out when she saw him and I was so embarrassed I ran away! I had not recognized him and he had tried to tell me!"
"But why didn't you believe him?" Myla kept chuckling while drinking on the coconut.
"Seriously would you believe a drunk guy you've never seen in your life telling you he's touring with One Direction and super famous?"
"Probably not." She laughed. "This is way too funny. But surely there were other people around him no? They must have told you!"
"No! They were just like looking at me with disgust and mocked me!" my answer only made Myla laughed harder.
"I'm begging, stop, really." She was uncontrollable by now. "Holy shit he's coming."
Indeed while my best friend was holding her stomach from laughing Calum was walking toward us and I could see no escape.
"I've been looking for you, you had disappeared." He said, straight-forward.
"Yeah, sorry, this is Myla my best friend." I awkwardly introduced her and she regained composure enough to receive his quick hug.
"Nice to meet you, you're lovely. Are you having a good time?" He smiled.
Player, I thought to myself. Surely he can't help it.
"Yeah I love this place!" she managed to answer. "It's nice meeting you too. What about you, enjoying yourself?"
"Absolutely, Ben, Luke and I love it here, do you come often?" the guy was a pro at small-talk, probably used to it.
"It's our first time here, it's hard to get invitations." Myla casually said. Seeing them exchanging, I could tell they fitted here much more than I did.
"Oh, yeah, well you could come more often, if you'd give me your number we could…" he looked at me expectantly.
"I'd love to party here some more that'd be awesome! I'll leave the two of you together for now but I hope to talk to you some more later." She swiftly moved away and from behind him gave me a thumbs up.
"So…" he tried hoping I'd continue.
"So?"
"Are you going to give me your number?"
"Sorry dude it was great but yeah I'm not looking for anything special." I blurted out.
"You seem like a player, which is pretty rare for a girl." He considered me.
"I don't see why it should be a masculine trait."
"Wanna play a game then?"
"Tell me more."
"Let me take you home, fuck you, make you scream, and let's say if I manage to give you 3 orgasms, you give me your number."
"Three? Someone here's got quite the ego."
"I just know my assets."
I studied him for a moment.
"Game on." I extended my hand to seal the deal.
"I'm staying at The Westin, room 318."
"Thought you were on a break here? You do live here right?"
"Oh someone did her researches!"
I blushed. How weird was that, I'd hate it if my hook-ups googled me. Not that they would find anything.
"Just kidding, I didn't want to bother my parents with my partying." He chuckled at my embarrassment.
"I guess we can't leave this place together?" I asked.
"Smart, I like you. Here is my key, go there first and wait for me."
"I could run away with your card or steal your stuff there…" I teased.
"You could. Or you could get three orgasms."
"Touché."
I quickly got away, hoping into a cab straight to the hotel. I texted Myla letting her know where I was going. Once in the room it felt strange. There weren't much things, clothes and a laptop were all I could see at first. I felt like an intruder or a spy and ended up undressing just so I could do something.
I heard a gentle knock at the door and got near ready to open when I realized it could be room service or something, and I was stark naked.
"Yes?" I tried.
"It's Calum." The person behind the door confirmed and I opened, revealing myself. "Mmh what a fine sight…" his hands locked around to pull me in for a kiss and some messy heated making out.
"Sit on the bed sweetie." He ordered and I went at the edge of the huge cream sheets and dropped on my butt. He kneeled before me and seized my legs making me squeal so my thighs were on his broad shoulders before he grabbed me by the waist.
"So… I didn't have a chance to taste you…" he told me so close to my core I could feel his hot breath hitting me, right before he started kissing me all over the place. His lips caressed the sensitive skin of my folds until they closed around, sucking on them gently. He pulled my skin between his lips in a pleasurable way, letting me feel how soft and plump he was.
I felt it building, growing in my belly, the tingling sensation unmistakable. Calum knew it and flickered his tongue faster against the tiny bud until he felt me contract.
“Here goes one.” He winked.
“I should pleasure you too.” I grinned.
“Trust me eating you was a great pleasure for me.”
I took his shaft in my hand and spat on it, licking the length back and forth before poking his balls with the tip of my tongue. I opened my mouth more to let his balls get fully into it, keeping my tongue low.
“Shit this is fucking great.” He moaned, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.
I let go of the sacks and gave my attention to the head of his dick, teasing the slit where I could have a faint taste of him. All of a sudden, my lips circled the ring of his head, and I twisted my head from side to side so my mouth turns around it.
“Wow wo wo, I know what you’re doing here naughty girl, I am not cumming before you get two more orgasms!” he laughed pulling me off his groin and grabbing my hips to position me on top of him.
“Come on ride that cock.” He offered as I lowered my body to his, burying him deep in me.
I bounced atop of him for a while, checking out his chiseled torso and pretty satisfied with the view of him grinning as he kneaded my boobs. I decided to spice things up and pushed his hands away, earning an unamused frown that had me giggling. I hopped off and back on after turning to offer him a nice view of my backside. Calum gave me a playful slap and I moaned in content, starting to rock again. His fingers deeply hugging my hips, Calum pilled some pillows so that he could lay higher against them and get the perfect view. I lowered as much as possible, so much I felt his balls collide with my clit, driving me wild as ever. My moans were louder and the release was near. I stopped all of a sudden, contracting around him and drinking every feeling of this second orgasm…
Calum helped me off and pinned me to the bed only to enter me again brutally.
“Gosh no no I can’t take it!” I yelped.
“Sure you can, and I’m not losing!”
His thumb kept circling my clit furiously, his hips crashing into mine with force, grunts flying around. I came a third time, curving my body in ways I didn’t know even existed, my eyes squeezed shut and my fists pulling Calum’s hair probably painfully. He was finally releasing too, with an unmistakable vibration in his voice and raspy grunts.
Damp with sweat from our embraces, we laid on the bed, motionless, catching every piece of fresh air left in the room. Calum held me tight and before I knew it he was snoring a little, exhausted with pleasure and efforts. I shook my head and wondered how much trust it took to fall asleep when I could be a total bitch taking nudes of him and selling them. Emotional, I grabbed the notepad on his nightstand and scribbled.
You weren't lying, you've definitely earned my number, talk to you soon xxx Y/N
Author's note : I have literally no idea why in my mind Calum has a thing for butts :) Drop me a line babes!
An Offer No One Could Ever Refuse Part 8 - Luke smut
Author's note : A few things. I know Y/N is kind of bitchy but I like it, she’s a refreshing change from most nice characters I write about. I do not take myself seriously, the Tumblr girl fangirl attitude of Tiffany is to be taken lightheartedly, no offense to anyone :)
"Tiffany is with me, I invited her." Luke smiled blind to my rudeness.
"Hiii you’re Y/N, remember me, we met at the club!" she was proudly fidgeting with her ALL ACCESS pass around her neck.
Unfortunately I did remember her.
"Yeah hi." I managed. Ashton was infinitely smoother than me and I was grateful for his excellent manners which often helped easing my bluntness.
"We are due on stage in like 5 minutes, you can stay with Y/N and watch the show. Tell her if you need anything." And with that I had to witness Luke placing a chaste kiss on her hand. The move was so tender, so Luke, that I broke my heart instantly.
“My lucky charm…” Ashton expertly laced his arms around my waist. “See you soon?”
“If you find me…” I winked at him before kissing his lips. I sighed in content in his mouth. We were a perfect match, everything about him felt so evident. It was like he was the other orange-half I’d been missing. He was not only my boyfriend. He was my lover, my best-friend, the person who protects me and also the one I protect, the one I used to tell everything.
I gave a quick hug to each of the lads and saw a flash of confusion in Luke’s eyes when I did not run my fingers through his pampered quiff. I always did.
I was torn between upsetting Tiffany and upsetting Luke. I wanted to show Tiffany she didn’t stand a chance and had no place here. But I wanted to make it clear to Luke that he couldn’t have the best of both worlds and play it this way. I had no idea which one I resented the most. Logic would want me to be mad at Luke, after all Tiffany didn’t know about me and as far as she knew Luke was single. Well, Luke is single. But he is mine. The only person I should be mad at is me for creating this mess… I pushed away the disturbing thought.
“Aren’t we going to see?” Tiffany asked when she heard the crowd roar.
“Soon, the first few minutes are usually a frenzy, people running everywhere to fix last minutes problems and stuff.” I explained.
"You must know sooo many tips and tricks like that.” She sighed dreamily. “You've been with Ashton for super long now, I mean you're like sooo famous in the fam!"
“Yeah you pick up a few things…” I was uneasy.
“Just wanted to tell you, I totally ship you guys!” she giggled.
Deep down I knew she meant no particular harm but I couldn’t bring myself to act civilized. Ugh come on Y/N make up your mind, Luke or Tiffany?
"So… how did you get along with the other girlfriends?”
“Occasional hook-ups.” I corrected her. “None of them actually had a proper girlfriend since I know them.”
I kind of liked my status of sole female in the band.
“I really didn’t think Luke would call me you know…” she beamed, obviously determined to make girl-talk despite my lack of reciprocity.
Yeah me neither, at last we have something in common.
“He is so hot… Ashton too of course but I mean I’ve always been a Luke girl.”
A Luke girl? What the actual fuck? I was -ok I still am- crushing badly on Bradley Cooper, does that make me a Bradley girl? Ugh I don’t understand this stuff. Everything this girl says annoys me…
“Let’s go see them from the side the path must be clear by now.” I changed the subject, glad I wouldn’t have to listen to her once watching the show.
I never grew tired of seeing them performing, found myself singing or air-drumming to most of the songs, but Tiffany was shrieking and waving at Luke constantly. He gave us some thumbs-up or winks every now and then, making the day of all the right part of the audience.
Ashton never failed to smile at me when he was on stage. We had this little game of ours, I rarely stayed in the TV room and loved wandering so I’d never tell Ashton from where I’d watch the show and he had to find me. It was not that hard since I had a limited range of accessible areas. All access was such a lie, I’m sure we were the ones with the most restricted access in the venues: backstage and around the stage, the VIP area occasionally when the venues had some. This night when he saw me he pointed his drumstick at me, like he always did. We flashed each other enamored smiles. Yet, seeing me a bit sulky, Ashton rose his eyebrows but I shook my head in reassurance.
No matter how preoccupied I could be, whenever they sang She looks so perfect everything would vanish. This song was special to me, it was their first hit, the one that changed their lives forever and gave Ashton the opportunity of doing what he loved the most. It was the song that made me discover them. The world I knew would not exist without this song. Bowing together and waving one last time at the loving crowd, the four of them stumbled backstage where we were waiting.
"Did you like it?" Luke asked, a million-dollar smile plastered on his face. I mirrored it.
"Of course, you were-" I started.
"I was talking to Tiffany- Did you like it babe?" He opened his arms and hugged her.
Babe. Babe?
"Oh gosh of course that was so so so amazing you guys literally rock I can't believe I have seen 5 Seconds Of Summer live from the backstage!"
I shot Luke a death glare. He motioned for me to come for a hug but I went in the opposite direction. I don't want to be his second hug. I don't play second. I braced myself not to look back to gauge his reaction, wanting to show pride.
“I found you.” Ashton stated, brushing his nose against mine.
“You did.” I smiled, rubbing back. “Again.”
“I will always find you love.”
“Let’s get back and have room-service.” Michael proposed.
“You guys go, I told Tiffany we’d go for diner somewhere.” Luke answered.
Perhaps I could use Tiffany at my advantage… If she liked me, if she didn’t fear me, I could keep a close eye on Luke…
“Yeah I don’t want to go back to the hotel either…” I added in a mock flat tone. “Ashton what was this place, you know the one with the flowers and salads?”
“Oh Le potager?” his pitiful accent made me giggle.
“Yeah I wanna go there!” I enthusiastically said. “Oh Tiffany you must go sometime they put flowers in all their dishes, it’s as delicious as beautiful!”
Luke furrowed his brows, showing-off deep creaks on his forehead.
“Oh God this sounds sooo amazing Luke can we go there?” Tiffany didn’t seem too disturbed by my sudden change of attitude, if anything she thought I was just shy and finally opening.
“Sure if you’d like to.” He smiled to her but eyeing me suspiciously.
“Then let’s go together.” Ashton said gathering his hair in a damp little bun.
Aside from the food and pretty place, this restaurant had one thing I was looking forward to: floor-length tablecloths.
We arrived at the place and it was not too packed fortunately. The waiter led us to a secluded table where we would not be disturbed. I sat between Ash and Tiffany, facing Luke. Oh baby boy if you only had a clue what my devilish mind has for you.
“So Tiffany I’m so sorry we hadn’t had a chance to talk yet, what do you do?” Ashton asked cheerful.
“It’s ok don’t worry!” Tiffany’s eyes twinkled, Ashton had this effect on almost anyone. “I am working in a fashion-shop. I have a blog too but it’s not like popular but I don’t know maybe someday, hopefully I can have my own little thing…”
“You gotta give the address to Y/N, she likes to go through Tumblrs!” Ashton exclaimed happily. “What kind of a business would you wanna run?”
“Yes I’d like that! I wish I could create my shop you know like those cutie hype place, it would be a flower-shop with an organic bakery corner and a bookshop area too and maybe little jewelry, purses, decorations and such.” She seemed excited with her idea and I wondered if she knew her shop was to be called a mall with so many things.
“Oh that sounds like an awesome project, do you design jewelry?” Ashton asked genuinely interested.
“No but I like jewelry.” She rejoiced.
“Have you already started building a business plan?” I took a sip of wine and faked a smile.
“A what?” she stared at me clueless. This was so un-Luke that it was laughable. I nearly choked as I imagined him taking her to his parents and Liz’s disappointment.
I was pretty sure he did not bake either, nor wrote books or knew many references aside from the obvious Twilight saga, or knew a thing about flowers beside the fact that they were beautiful. Typical Tumblr girl. I did not know if I found her enthusiasm childishly cute or annoying from that desperate lack of maturity. My little devil chuckled: she’d get eaten in an eye-bat if she was dating someone famous, she’s not built for pressure.
“Oh anyway that sounds lovely.” Luke cut, knowing my evil look.
“It does.” I agreed and it was sincere, the idea sounded appealing, just unrealistic. I mean even in terms of legislation and of bank loan or such. Oh and number of employees. Not that I am a pro at it but at least if it was my project I’d try to learn at the very least some finance.
“How old are you by the way?” I suddenly wondered.
“19.”
I soften at the thought, it’s not like she was a stupid 25 but just a candid 19. She had time ahead to think her idea wisely, to master competences. Yet Luke was not even as old as her but had so much to think about, so much he knew and had to manage.
“Thought you were a little older.” Ashton spoke.
“That’s not something nice to tell a lady!” I laughed playfully hitting him.
“Oh no I really take it as a compliment!” she cut, giddy with being qualified as mature. I thought she was older too at first, because of the heavy make-up and worn orange skin, she was living a bit too fast. I had been trying to live too fast too in my time… In a time I was pursuing an under aged Luke… I kicked the thought away.
I shook away any thoughts and focused on my starter. I watched Tiffany instagraming her food while Luke told her it was probably better for the two of them not to take a selfie together for now if she didn’t want to get into trouble. I pushed my leg forward until my foot touched Luke’s. He seemed confused and glanced at Tiffany but she was finally absorbed in the food, only then did he notice my smug smile. I rubbed his ankle and he shook his head slightly, a smile adorning his face.
Here we go Luke Hemmings.
Picking a piece of mushroom and a petal like everything was absolutely fine, I dared to move my foot to his crotch, brushing against his long skinny leg, the inside of his thighs. I was careful not to move too obviously. Luke’s face was flushed as he tried to remain impassible, not that I was doing much but the sole thought of me touching him in front of his date and my boyfriend in a public place must be quite a situation for him. For me too actually, a familiar knot started tangling through my stomach. I prayed this dumb girl wouldn’t drop her fork or anything because what was going under the table was not for anyone’s eyes. I watched the blond boy in front of me open his lips to let out quiet sighs. Studying his features, I remembered how I had noticed he was wearing perfume, how uncharacteristic it was for him, and the thought that he did it for someone else than me crushed my heart. I pressed my foot harder against his own hardness, making his chest heave more and more. My focus was all on my legs so all my upper body was slow, and I gently retrieved the fork from my mouth, eyes straight into Luke’s. I concentrated on my foot, the sensation under my toes, the bump of his balls, the rough material of his jeans, Luke, Luke, Luke. I licked my lips and let out just a tiny heavier breath.
Luke sent me a burning look and excused himself to the bathroom. This was my chance and I had to make it the less obvious possible… Quick quick Y/N… I waited a decent amount of time then took my phone out and stared at the screen.
“Oh, it’s my mom.” I said aloud. “Do you guys mind if I take that just a sec?”
Both Tiffany and Ashton encouraging me to go ahead I smiled while making my way to the door “Hi mom how are you?” I said to no one before dashing through the bathroom door. I found a very flushed Luke trying to steady himself in front of the mirror. He had droplets dripping down his forehead from splashing his face in attempt to cool down.
“Hey baby, missed me?” I teased.
“Y/N I swear you- you think this is funny?” he asked in defeat but a hint of humor in his voice.
“Hilarious actually.” I cocked my head appreciating the now full bulge in his pants. “Dou you need help sweetie?”
“Fuck just come here and shut up.” He pulled me to him then pressing me against the sink gave me a strong urgent kiss.
“So… do you think I was happy to see Tiffany?” I asked pulling his hair a bit.
“I don’t know, do you think I enjoyed seeing you disappear in a closet with Ashton then moaning his name?” he shot back without any hesitation, literally eating my neck.
“Not. Much. Time.” I reminded him trying to breath.
“A shame, I would have fucked you so good.” Wow, concerts did give them such adrenaline it was divine.
“I know you would have, but here-” I wiggled out of my panties and shoved them in his hand, “a little token… Just for you.” I winked while he shot me a crooked smile.
“Someone is a bit wet… Gosh I love how you smell when you’re aroused.” he sighed as he brought the lacy material to his nose, inhaling deeply. Some people would find that disgusting, but this was one of the most erotic thing I’d seen.
“I have to go, have fun and think of me…” I gave him a knowing-look and disappeared.
I was back at our table, smiling.
“Mom says hi.” I told Ashton with a pat on his shoulder
My phone buzzed and I extracted it from my purse. A text from Luke showed a picture of my panties in his hand, covered in his sperm. I suppressed a moan. No caption, not a single word from Luke accompanied the naughty snap. The tall broad figure approached the table and settled, smiling to no one in particular. I was so turned on I felt I could jump on this guy and have him right here and now, even though he was probably limp by now… Such a shame… I tried to act composed by bringing my wine glass to my lips.
Ashton and Luke split the bill and Ashton nearly got the door of the restaurant before the waiter.
“I’m getting you a taxi.” I offered Tiffany already lifting my hand up in the air, feeling like a winner playing fair. Nice try girl, but both these hot shots are mine and mine exclusively.
“I’ll take you home.” Luke added to her intention and I stared at him in shock and disgust…
We ended up Ash and I in the backseat of another cab, his hand on my thigh. His fingers crept higher and higher until he found my uncovered core. He smiled and kissed my neck.
“Hm… My girl has a surprise for me?” he sweetly asked.
“Yes…” I smirked at him as his fingers dipped into my soaked cunt.
“Christ you are so wet…”
“Watching you drum always has the most glorious effects on me.” I muttered, slutty.
“I can feel that. And I am looking very much forwarding to seeing that, tasting that…” he let his perfect lips wander over my collarbones. “What does my little princess want tonight?”
“You.” I just said, only half-lying. I wanted him, I always did, and the thought of Luke was quickly being covered with the anticipation of having Ashton pounding with all his might inside of me.
“I saw during dinner that you weren’t very talkative, I am really sorry I asked Luke and Tiffany to join, I should have realized you were asking me for a real date… I just got caught you know, it’s so natural for me to have the lads around I just didn’t think before I said we could go together.” he looked so sorry that I felt guilty again. “But I have an idea that might make you forgive me…” he flashed a quirky smile.
“As long as it involves us naked you’re fully pardoned.”
“Tonight, I’ll let you do whatever you want, absolutely whatever.” He muttered between heated kisses. “I am your slave tonight baby…”
I moaned at his words, almost automatically, like I had a reflex to Ashton’s raspy voice and kisses. Maybe he could just tell me about the weather and have the same effect. I pushed the fascinating question and allowed myself to think a little at these words. I was generally active in relationships, I knew exactly how to ask for what I wanted, but what I wanted was to be dominated.
Luke was a mystery. I could not forget our first time, how submissive he was and how incredibly hot that was. His innocence gave me the craziest thoughts. I was almost disappointed he wasn’t a virgin anymore but consoled myself by remembering I was still his only partner so far, so he was still experimenting firsts.
If Ashton was a stereotype, he’d be the older brother’s best friend, the one who teaches you dirty stuff even though it’s forbidden. If Luke was a stereotype, he’d be the best friend’s little brother, the one you want to teach dirty stuff even though it’s forbidden. And I wasn’t sure I could switch them… But this was worth the try, maybe dominating Ashton once in a while could help me get over my ridiculous obsession with Luke.
“Game begins when we close our bedroom door.” He mentioned.
“Can’t wait…” I seductively replied.
Author’s final note : I can’t tell how much your support mean, you guys are incredible I swear, keep talking to me !!
An Offer No One Could Ever Refuse PART 7 - Luke smut Ashton smut Lashton smut
Author's note : can't believe this is part 7 like wow.. Thank you so much guys I love you.
WARNING : Contains weirdness, jealousy, revenge, whatever idk what it contains but it's hot.
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"Where are they?" I asked, scratching Ashton's scalp as his head falls into my lap.
"How would I know? Rhaa fuck you Michael!" Calum spat as he failed at block.
"Didn't he say something?"
"Damn he's 18 you gotta let him be, you're almost worse than Liz."
"Calm down I was just wondering, he never goes anywhere…" I shot back defensively.
...
Luke came back from his date quite late, sparkles in his eyes.
"Dude we want details." Ashton was the first to assault him.
Don't let anyone make you believe that girls are the only ones to chitchat and compare and all, because really, boys are just as talkative. I knew about everything concerning Calum and Michael's antics, and I was prepared for Luke's. Well, that's what I thought... If only I could disappear right now...
"Took her to get some froyo and then for a walk in Regents park…" he mumbled.
Froyo. Froyo was my favorite thing and he knew it. Out of all the stupid things you can think of as a first date, out of all the cash this guy could have splashed, he still chose to take her to my place. He took this trash on my dream first date.
"We fed squirrels, that was cute." He kept going as rage boiled hotter inside of me.
"Dude please cut the shit talk!" Michael moaned in agony.
Yes please, for my very own sanity cut the cute details and the shit talk, in fact don't even look at me, don't even talk to me at all, ever again. My eyes were an odd mixture of water and fire, wet with tears yet burning with flames.
Luke just quirked his eyebrows in this famous disgusting manner I despise so much, the one he thinks makes him look cocky. The one that makes him look like a fucking idiot.
"AAAAAH that's my lad!!" Calum screams and messes his hair making some weird animal noises.
"Are you seeing her again soon?" Ashton asked excited.
"In fact I have-" Luke tried but I couldn't take it anymore.
"Anyway, we're leaving for LA in like two days so it's not like it matters." I spat cutting him short.
"Someone's having her time of the month or what?" Calum sighed his eyes wide. Truth is I was rarely an annoyance to the boys, I was part of the family and I should watch my mouth.
"Hey don't you talk about my girlfriend's periods you twat!" Ash hit him with a cushion and that was it.
...
I had avoided Luke for the rest of the evening and all morning, insisting I didn't need any breakfast and that I'd join them at the arena later since they were expected there early to rehearse. When I got there I ran into Luke in the corridor and immediately pushed him in the nearest room. I was not in possession of myself at the moment, I just shut the door and backed him against it hardly.
"Did you, did you kiss her Luke?"
"Why woul-"
"Luke Hemmings answer me!" I half-yelled, holding his shirt in tight fists.
"No." he was infinitely calmer than me, cool even. Luke was never cold with me, his demeanour drove me insane.
"Did you kiss her?"
"I-"
"Did you fucking kiss her?!?"
"Yes."
I slapped him. It just flew unconsciously, driven by rage and jealousy.
"Oh Luke I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry…" I widen my eyes in terror at my action, stare at my palm with disgust before latching to his neck, covering his hot cheek in butterfly-kisses. "Baby forgive me… Please forgive me."
His arms closed around me patting my back.
"Of course I forgive you… Of course I do… Shh stop crying." Luke started kissing my neck, sending shivers through my spine. His growing beard aroused me and I drank the feeling of it against my delicate skin.
"Why did you even take her number in the first place Luke?" I sobbed, still giving him access to kiss my collarbones. He smelled of sweat and boyish perfume, it made me smile : Luke never wore perfume...
"She gave it to me."
"Why didn't you throw it, why did you text her?"
"I am single, she's fit, and- do I really owe you any explanation anyway Y/N?" he looked as pained as confused and I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.
"But you love me, don't you?" I asked all of a sudden.
"The real question is do you love me?"
"Of course I do, I love you…"
"Do you love me more than you love Ashton?" He held my face between his palms, his eyes shining with hope. But nothing comes out of my mouth.
"Thought so." He mumbled, dropping his hands to the side and opening the door, leaving me there. I calmed myself down, repeating mantras and shit and went to the bathroom to make myself presentable.
"Hey!" I pulled my most cheerful face as I get into their resting room.
"Yo girl!" Michael grinned, wearing some mid-length sweatpants that no one could imagine he even owns.
Aimlessly wandering backstage I try to keep myself busy and to stop thinking. What wouldn't I give for a bong right now… But these days are behind me. I start peeling a peach. I've never liked their velvety skin, or to bite and splash juice, so I kinda always peel them and cut them into small quarters. Quite naturally I set a bowl onto Luke's lap before I mentally palm myself. I hate him, and I'm not his mom. Why the hell do I do this? Why does he have this effect on me?
I lick my finger to clean it from the juice and catch Ashton looking at me, eyebrows raised seductively.
"What?" I ask with a giggle.
"Why wouldn't you suck on something else?" he plays it cocky.
"Ugh please guys spare us!" Luke groans, mouth full of fruit, and that set me off.
"Hm like what?" I get into my boyfriend's game.
"Care to find out?" he walked toward me with his smirk I can't resist.
Before I knew it we were in the closet, my legs wrapped around his waist, hitting the defined bones of his manly hips, my nails drawing scars on his back.
Luke's POV.
She is laughing. Not that loud actually yet enough for me to hear, but the others didn't seem to care. It was like I was hyper sensitive to her voice, to her. Michael was still strumming on his guitar, Calum was playing with a ball and I was like a lion in a tiny cage. I grabbed my guitar, absentmindedly playing the notes of an AC/DC song. Playing loud. If only it could cover her moans. His moans.
Y/N's POV.
His chiseled jaw, pointy chin, was a fucking work of art. His hands bigger than any I've had the pleasure of feeling against my skin. I could never get enough of you Ashton Irwin.
"Please more" I whined softly as he made a point of eating my nipples with his teeth.
Absorbed in pleasure I could hear the faint air of "You shook me all night long". Luke. Yeah Luke you shook me all night long. But then you fucked up, you went on a date with the fucking bitch, you fooled me, and now you're gonna pay for it.
"FUCK ASHTON!" I yelped burying his face in my breasts.
"Wow easy kitten" he smirked against my skin but still eating me.
"No, not easy baby, I want it fucking hard."
"As you wish." he said forcing himself into me as I cried louder and louder, determined to be heard.
Luke's POV
"FUCK ASHTON!"
No one paid attention. Truth is we were pretty used to Ash and Y/N having sex and let's just say Y/N was generally vocal. Yes, it was not Ashton who was a god-like lover, just Y/N who was loud, I knew that now.
"I WANT YOUR COCK PLEASE..."
I scratched harder, harder, but ended up breaking a cord.
"Bloody fucking hell!" I spat in frustration.
"Dude what's up?" Calum asked casually, his eyes not even leaving the ball.
"Nothing, broke a cord."
Her pants, I could picture her still half-dressed and hair dishelved. My jeans were tight with arousal and my brain clouded with jealousy.
"Gonna fetch a new one." I added before storming out of the room, rushing into a supply closet nearby.
As soon as the door was closed I wiggled out of my skin-tight jeans, freeing my aching cock.
Her noises were disarming and my hard cock was remembering how I was the one to make her scream just two nights ago. I spat in my palm and started rubbing my length... Shit I wish it was Y/N's mouth, her lovely skillful tongue teasing my dick... Holy shit... The things I could do to her. I want to make love to her so tenderly she'll cry, fuck her so hard she'll beg, I want everything, all of her. I thought that after having her once I'll get over it, but this was the worst idea ever, she's just not your average toy, that thing you don't want as bad when it's accessible. She's a drug, she's a fucking disaster, she's the death of me. I jerk faster and faster, picturing her face, my hand pulling her hair, hers pulling mine...,
I can hear her come, her melodious pants and supplicating moans pushing me over the edge in a matter of seconds, only disturbed by my bandmate's grunts.
"Luke? Luke!" Yeah baby scream my name, that's right my name only, I come in messy spurts all over my hand and throw my head back absorbing the feeling...
"Luke!" Fuck but that's Michael's voice, not Y/N's. Wiping my hand on the inside of my shirt and buttoning my pants in a hast, I exit the room, ready for the game, ready for the show. If Y/N wanted, two could play the game.
Y/N's POV
I smiled at my boyfriend, hazy with pleasure, my cheeks red and my forehead moist. fix my dress, thoughtful. I think I heard a bang like just next door after Michael yelled for Luke a few times. Truth is the AC/DC tune had stop a while ago. Was Luke just next to us? The whole time? Ashton pulled me out of my question kissing my nose fondly and interwining his fingers with mines, leading me back to the common room.
There she was. All orange face, glittery heels, fake hair, and squatted close to Luke whose arm was around her shoulders.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" I snorted before I could stop myself. Shit Y/N...
Author's final note : Yes yes yes there will be a part 8, but message me anyway I need your opinions it's very important :)
Author's note : you and Michael arein high school together, none of you really enjoys PE, might as well exercise anyway right?
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The foul odor from the girls' changing room hit my nostrils before I could even enter them. An awful smell of old sneakers, sweat and rot that I was quite familiar with for I had to endure it twice a week. The constant chitchat, the blasting of pop music through cell phones, I quickly changed into the awful inform t-shirt from school, some sponge shorts and hardly ever worn sneakers. Some of my fellow classmates would trade their bras in favor of sports bras but I didn't bother, I didn't need to.
Mr. Bulme, our PE teacher, was sort of cute, which was the only silver lining of the whole thing. Young and graced with some middle-east origins he had a hot caramel skin and a 3 days' beard, he looked like he belonged to a TV show or something, the only odd thing being his slim figure. Would he have been more muscular and V-shaped he'd be a knocker. Most girls had a small crush on him, we knew he was married but whatever. I stood with the others in front of him, waiting for the instructions, though we knew exactly what we were about to do.
"Endurance today! Each of you takes a chronometer and runs stadium laps, not only on the racing area, I want you to climb the stairs and go all the way around the bleachers then down the stairs and back on track. Got it? Each time you cross the finish line you click your chrono. Any question?"
Yes I have a question, can I just die right now or do I have to run and die after? Shit I should have ditch this class.
I started running slow, really slow, probably looking like a poor handicapped animal. I hate sports, I was already bored, and we were not allowed to have music so the only sound was my whaling breathing and the thumps of my feet on the ground. Just a few more minutes and I'd be free.
Climbing the stairs my breathing was already erratic ; I just wanted to stop and that was definitely what I was about to do. Once in the bleachers I took my secret little turn that gave access to the back of it, where no one could see me. I dropped on a bench and tried to locate Abigail. She was in my class and about as bad as I was so I'd usually just sit there and tap my chrono when she crossed the line. Yeah that was my kind of endurance. The teacher typically just sat front row and pay attention to absolutely everything but his class, he'd play on his phone, text, sometimes he'd go missing for several minutes or go grab a coffee at the machine. Using my shirt to wipe my forehead from the very tiny film of wetness, I jumped a little at a wolf-whistle sound.
"Nice body." he add.
Michael Clifford was in my year, but we only had PE together and let's say he was not your average athletic guy. Not the slightest chubby despite it, he was the musician type and his only genuine interest was his band composed of two other dudes from our year and one we don't know ; apparently he was in another school but he's done now and some people say it's the cute guy from the video shop.
"Thanks."
"How do you get it if you don't run?"
"I have extra-curricular activities."
He smirked and I mimicked him, realizing what a 16 year old boy must have thought.
"Don't wanna run today?" I quizzed, redoing my ponytail.
"Oh I never run, but I usually hide being the small shack mid-course, you know the one where they store cones and shit."
"Really?"
"Have you ever seen me running there?"
"I only check for Abigail actually." I admitted.
"Nice choice, I picked Peter to copy his time."
"He has asthma!" I shockingly said.
"Yeah that's why I chose him!"
We laughed together whole heartedly as I looked at little wrinkles at the corner of his eye. He had an eyebrow pierced recently, probably just since a week or so, I thought that was pretty hot.
"Did it hurt?" I asked out of nowhere.
"Pardon?"
"I meant your piercing sorry."
"Hm not really I guess. Do you have your ears pierced?"
"No."
"The eyebrow hurt a little more than the ears but not much." He said.
I moved closer to him, climbing a few rows to sit next to him.
"I didn't know you had your ears pierced."
"Yeah I take it off for PE or Mr. Bulme freaks out. I forgot I had the brow one but surely I'll have to take it off too."
"Do you want others?"
"Not piercings no, but I wanna get a tattoo."
"Swell! Where?"
"On the arm here." He traced a circle all around his forearm and a second one on the upper arm near the biceps.
"Like some arm-bands?"
"Yeah exactly." He smiled a toothy grin. "What about you?"
"I'd like a tattoo." I thought aloud. "Something small but meaningful."
"You basic girl." he teased. "Let me guess : arrow, bird… no wait a quote!"
"You moron!" I hit his arm and he pretended it hurt. "Nah anyway I'm too scared it's gonna hurt like hell."
"I'm sure girls find tatz and pierc way less painful than dudes do." He decided.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah you are so accustomed to pain! You wax, you bleed and shit and losing virginity must be deadly."
"Not that much." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Oh, you aren't a virgin then." He smirked and I knew he had totally purposely said that to find out. I simply smiled, feeling the sexual tension building slowly.
"What about you? Surely girls must throw themselves at you, they love boysbands."
"We are a punk-rock band!" he piped in a non-virile voice.
I mocked him with a smile. He had his hair bleached nearly white.I think he was a brunette before but I'm not sure.
"You know what they say about guitarists…" he began seductively.
"No, what do they say?" I was getting into his game, batting my eyelashes at him.
"Guitarists finger faster…" he was so close to me right now.
"Oh really do they?" I bit my lip.
"Also singers do it louder but I should be able to keep it low if necessary…"
I stared at him intensely, the corner of my mouth raising.
"Would it count as a PE lesson if we…" he let his sentence fade into my neck, kissing and biting on it softly.
"Umm definitely." I moaned giving him better access.
I set my palm on his tight and crept up under his sports shorts, one finger at the time.
"Hmmm pianist?" he half moaned.
"Good guess…"
"Fuck yeah."
I reached the outline of his boxers and traced it, inching my hand higher to lay it on his crotch, pleased to find it was already hardening. He opened his legs to let me go further, I rubbed him over the thin cotton boxers he was wearing, squeezing at his length from times to times. His hand dipped under the waistband of my shorts to cup my heat, so I grew bolder and neared the edge of the bench so he could touch me better.
"Stand. Hands on the bench." He ordered. He lowered my shorts slowly, giving a light spank to my ass cheek that made me jump a little. "Naughty girl." He smirked in his voice. "I'd run if you did." He suddenly said and I gave him a skeptical look, not getting his point. "Yeah, I'd run and stay behind you just to stare at that ass."
I smiled at his compliment and heard him get on his knees before feeling his lips connect to the bottom of my spine and trail down along the curve of my bum until his hot breath hit the apex of my thigh, his tongue slurping one time at my core making me shiver hard. His hands on my hips he kissed the top of my thighs like a freaking tease as I opened my legs a bit for him, hoping he'd get my point. Luckily he did and pressed his tongue flat against my core, licking from top to bottom, starting by making my clit tingle, ending with soaking my entrance some more with his saliva. His hands moved from their place to knead at my ass, squeezing then parting my cheeks so he could get even closer to me, eating me with fever and urgency. Tracing lines and shapes with the very tip of his tongue, he flicked at my clit fast and hard, making a mess between my legs.
"Michael I- Stop please." I asked, feeling my climax nearing. He complied and sat on the bench, panting, his lips cherry red and shiny, parted open in a way that only made me want to dive my tongue into his mouth. I threw myself at him, my hands gripping his hair as I forced my mouth on his, biting hard on his lips, pulling them between my teeth and groaning involuntarily from pleasure. He was taking off his shorts hastily, desperate to be free from the restraints : seeing my position was not practical for him I climbed off and helped him out of the clothes, on my knees between his legs. I drooled to wet his cock and snatched my hands up to his waist, creeping up to his nipples to pinch them, earning a satisfied growl from him. I parted my lips and passed his length in my mouth, already bobbing up and down. His gasps more presents with each move, I didn't stop roaming my palms on his skin underneath his t-shirt and gave some quick licks on his round head before taking him deep again. Nodding up and down, I felt his hips bucking to me, like begging me to take more but that's when I decided to stop, thinking he was ready for me : we didn't have much time after all.
I faced him and sat on his shaft, his fingertips digging softly into my back as he was enveloped with my warmth and wetness. I felt him contract and suck a breath when I crashed my lips to his for a hurried kiss. He seemed taken aback at first but quickly picked up the action, moaning into my mouth, exhaling sweetly but teasing my lips with his teeth.
My hands went to find support on the seat from the upper row, cladding my chest to Michael's face who was quick to lift my t-shirt and pull down the cups of my bra so he could burry and rub his head between my breasts. He occasionally dropped kisses on my burning skin, sending hot blows now and then whenever he panted or moaned.
Overwhelmed at the sensation of him, I focused on his breathing, trying to pick up his rhythm and sore from biting the inside of my mouth I parted my lips to let my moans fly out, though keeping them low as possible.
"Oh God you're hot, so hot." He murmured in my ear in low complaints.
I bounced faster on him, hearing the occasional fainted but quick footsteps from our running classmates, when Michael's breathing got so uneven that it could only mean a thing.
"Come Michael come!" I muttered to his attention, licking his ear. He answered me in some small strangled whimpers, and I squeezed my pussy around him, giving him no choice but to come and release what he was desperately trying to hold back. A glimpse of consciousness made him reach for my clit with his wet thumb and press hard, moving with no real pattern or else, just wanting to make me come. A spasm got me, I stopped breathing, frozen in pleasure on top of him, my hands gripping him tight as ever and my mouth opened but no sound escaping – I really needed to keep quiet.
I put my shorts back on directly, I was to get change soon anyway so it was no big deal to soak them, but I could afford preserving my underwear. Michael stepped back into his own boxers and shorts, smirking like a schoolboy who had just done something terribly wrong. I didn't need to fake-mess my ponytail this time for Mr. Bulme to believe I had run.
Michael elbowed me and I noticed some classmates walking to the starting line, meaning the class had ended. He followed me trotting and we were greeted by the surprised face of someone who was running in the bleachers area when we emerged from a turn. We mingled into the crowd and went to give our chronometers to the teacher so he could report our times on his sheet. He'd do this every week. That's when it hit me : I had totally forgotten to tap my chronometer… Seeing no escape I followed Michael in line.
"Y/N, Michael, what happened with your chronos?" Mr Bulme furrowed his eyebrows in confusion seeing each of us had only ran one lap according to our little devices.
"Erm, I dunno, I clicked on each lap." Michael lied defiantly.
"Yeah me too. Battery must be low, should have pressed the button harder." I picked up his story.
Mr Bulme examined the yellow chronos with attention. "They seem fine… what the… Oh whatever, I'll just copy last week's data, I can tell from the sweat and breathing you guys ran and didn't sit somewhere for coffee." He laughed whole heartedly.
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Request : I know requests are closed but when they're open again you should do all 4 of them in a daddy smut ;) loved the cashton and muke ones xx
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As all good things do, holidays were now coming to an end. Time had flown so fast that I feel like I've barely seen any of London, or much of the lads for that matter. We were spending our last evening together , having decided for a pizza night in rather than a clubbing night out, for if they were all well accustomed to their new status of super-stars, I was not so keen on being the girl with 5sos, or that 'fucking bitch'. Loads of people had a hard time understanding the concept of the boys being off-duty. In most jobs you start at a given time, finish at a given time and have paid holidays. But whoever set these rules forgot to say they absolutely don't apply to anyone remotely famous.
We were all lazily spread on the couch or against it, having drenched a few beers already and Michael had just found a bottle of vodka and despite the pizza filling our stomachs I was feeling extremely free. My thoughts wandered to everything that had happened during this short break. I can't believe I've had sex with all of my best friends. The Weeknd' song plays in my mind. And I woke up in the kitchen thinking how the hell did this shit happened? Also I had fulfilled a long-time fantasy of trying some Sub play and now I knew : I loved it. I have no idea how I'm supposed to explain this to a future boyfriend. Hi, nice to meet you, can I call you Daddy? Yeah right. I had never really thought that Ashton's rumored Daddy kink was true actually, and even though I knew Luke was not the shy virgin most people like to picture, I was ages from thinking he was so experienced. Legs spread across Calum's lap I shifted a little, my top revealing a bit a cleavage. He winked at me and I smiled : I wasn't shy or very modest anyway.
"Let's play a game." Luke suggested.
"Don't make Y/N drink too much she's got a plane to ride tomorrow." Calum dropped.
"Let's mix this shit up with some truth or dare then." Michael decided, setting his empty bottle on the carpeted floor, motioning for us to come sit around.
"By all means, ladies first." Ashton told me and I spinned the bottle who chose Mike.
"Michael! Truth or dare?"
"I'm gonna go with dare."
"I dare you to call a random number and tell them who you are!"
He ringed and ended up speaking to a middle-aged man, not too impressed with being in direct line with Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds of Summer. We were laughing at the way he had just been treated when Michael gave his bottle a spin before designating Ashton.
"Truth." the curly headed guy picked.
"You wanker." Michael insulted him. "Oh, when did you last wank?"
"This morning."
"To what?" Michael nearly cut him.
"Uh uh my turn!" Ashton giggled, blushing slightly. "Ohh Michael again, well what did you last wank to?"
"I thought this was called truth or dare." Mike pointed, still he answered. "Memory of a recent shagging." I swear he gave me a look. "Calum…"
"Dare."
"I dare you… to palm Y/N's tits. If she's ok obviously."
I nodded signaling it was fine with me : Calum didn't need further encouragement and groped my tits heavily in his hands, hefting and kneading enthusiastically. He unwillingly left my body to spin the bottle that chose me.
"Truth." I picked.
"Was any of us the best fuck of your life?" Calum shot straight.
I was taken aback by the question.
"I think yeah, I think that erm… playtimes with you guys were definitely the best sex I've had." I finally admitted aloud.
"Which playtime?" Michael groaned.
"Was the real question who's the best fuck?" I laughed sipping on my beer. "Too bad, my turn to spin. Haaa Luke." I said a smug grin plastered on my face.
"Gonna go with truth."
"Ever shagged a girl and never called back?" I asked, curious to break his goody two shoes image some more.
"Yeah sure, not too proud but yeah." he dropped. I wondered if it had happened more than once, if he knew the girl at all, but deep down I knew I was fooling myself with questions I did not care to answer just in order to distract me from the fact that it was actually quite arousing to picture him fucking a girl then being a jerk.
"Ashton… Ashton... How long have you known you had a daddy kink?" Luke asked without even asking him the main question of this game supposedly called truth or dare.
"Like a year or so, I sorta accidentally spanked a girl and I totally loved it." he babbled spinning the bottle again as others laughed wondering aloud how the hell one does accidentally spanks another. "Rha I was caught in the act ok? I just let my hand fall and she squealed and- oh shut the fuck up you freaks. Oh, Y/N, you again, haha, so?"
"Dare." I decide, determined to avoid any more embarrassing questions.
There was a moment before he finally decided.
"I dare you to recognize us by just our kissing in a game of Too Hot but a blindfolded version." Ashton articulated holding my gaze.
"Go ahead blindfold me…daddy." I teased, delicately closing my eyes, waiting for his reaction. Someone took my hand for me to stand up and I felt a scarf or something settling over my eyes, a loosely knotted at the back of my head.
"Kissing and kissing only, on the lips, no palming, no feeling up, no nothing, plain old kissing." Luke set as rule. "We kiss you, we switch, you tell us in which order we kissed you at the end."
"How many fingers?" Calum's voice asked.
"My favorite is two, you guys move them better than when you put three…" I playfully answered and I heard their giggles. I'd recognize them with their giggles, sneezes or even sighs. But their kisses… I wasn't sure.
Someone grabbed my wrists behind my back and I felt a soft woolen material around them.
"I thought we were playing Too Hot."
"I thought I was the one to call the shots here." Ashton's voice muttered in my ear making me shiver with anticipation. "I love seeing you all tied…baby girl. Now shh, game on."
I stood straight as a student in the middle of the living room, between pizza boxes. Shifting uneasily from a foot to the other, lips attacked mine. They were wet, sort of warm and soft. The kiss is gentle, his lips imprisoning my bottom lip between them but not using teeth at all for his lips are covering them. I find myself responding to the kiss quite naturally, pressing my lips against his as he radiates heat. A taste of toothpaste and coke filled my mouth as I breathed in a sweet fainted odor of banana and almond that made me think of breakfast.
The second player had thinner lips, they were not as soft. He started with his upper lip against my lower, inching up so they met perfectly, allowing me to feel a slight growing mustache against my upper lip when he did so. I sighed at the thought of it against my clit. He was less careful, faster in his actions and his tongue was quick to force entrance into my mouth to greet mine. He tasted me entirely, brushing his tongue skillfully and against the right corner of my mouth I felt a small metal thing, revealing for sure the identity of the kisser. I snaked my tongue to his lip ring to poke at it, making him understand I knew who he was and I felt him smile against my lips. He gave me a quick peck before leaving.
Number three had really thin lips, and tasted somehow salty. He smelled something like grass or hay, and a bit of honey, something natural that reminds of hot days. He opened his mouth a lot more than the others, biting me here and there earning moans from me. I gave in to him rapidly and let him have his way with me, enjoying the pressure from the biting. There was not much tongue into this kiss, but he still managed to make it hard for me to breathe. He ended his turn pulling my bottom lip excruciatingly slow, leaving me panting and desperate for more.
Thanks God last contestant was quick to fill his spot ; he had the limpest lips of all, fuller than the others, perhaps even more than number one. He pressed them terribly lightly against mine and kissed in small pecks, brushing the pulp against mine. My nostrils tingled with the smell of cologne, something leafy and earthy at the same time, a relaxing familiar smell. His lips parted he inhaled slowly, making me feel a hint of icy cold over my mouth. I whimpered and pushed my lips to his, tasting the acid slightly citrusy taste of his mouth as he slipped his tongue against mine with a killing indolence. He stopped, breathing in again to leave me cold and furiously aroused.
I was sure, more than a hundred percent sure. I thought I wouldn't find them this way but there was no possible confusion. I had not thought about it but kissing is just not only about kissing : even though I couldn't see them I was able to taste each of them, their breath, to be enveloped with their smell…
"Michael, Luke, Ashton and Calum."
"Is that your final word?" Michael's voice asked.
"It is."
"Explain yourself."
"Michael is the most caring, very respectful, not sure that is the right term you know but yeah he seems to be asking for permission constantly, wants to make sure I'm fine with anything that might happen."
"Luke has the most skillful tongue. I remember from when he made me sit on his face… And yeah he's cocky, in a nice way because he doesn't tease, he gives everything straight, generous lover. And I felt that too." I said smiling and touching the corner of my mouth.
"Ashton is a tease, more dominant I guess, generous too though, he is more playful and wants to let you know who's the man there, he's the one to bite and pull skin, yeah he was the only one to bite actually." I realized aloud.
I heard Ashton clear his throat.
"Calum… Calum likes to tease too but not like Ashton, he's manipulative, teases by giving you so little that you want desperately more, he puts you in that position in which you can't do differently than need him to kiss you more."
"Impressive, baby." Ashton's voice again. "But this was way too easy for a little slut like you… Let's spice the game, shall we?"
"What do you mean…Daddy?" I bit my lip, marking a pause again before dropping the nickname he craved so bad.
"How about we see if you recognize your Daddies' cocks?" Calum asked, hands undressing me slowly, probably his from the closeness of his voice.
"I know I will." I confidently snapped.
"I think someone needs to be reminded of manners." Luke's icy voice snorted. A tone he didn't use often which indicated how much we were already in a new playtime.
"Sorry Daddy Luke." I whined as I felt my panties –last clothing item- leave my body.
"So fucking pretty, so fucking offered to us like a little whore." Luke pinched my nipple telling me these dirty words. "Get on your knees. Now."
"Open your mouth sweetheart." Calum said.
The first cock in my mouth felt very thick and hard as a rock, the hands immediately dug into my scalp to bring me close and I choked a little at the surprise. The skin was thin, raspy and bumpy, the hairs tickling my nose. He gave me a pat on the cheek when and was quickly replaced by someone else. This one was long, longer than the first. I tried to focus and remember who was the longest of them. He teasingly rubbed his dick against the walls of my mouth, stretching my cheeks as I kept my mouth open to let him play as he wished : I didn't have much to do to be honest. Soon enough, he let the third contestant fill my mouth, even though Daddy number 3 just stood and did not stick his cock in my mouth. I took this opportunity to lick him, my tongue found the smooth balls before I let a trail of kisses around his groin and drooled over his shaft. He just accompanied me with some light hip thrusts. My last Daddy poked my lips with his tip and I could instantly feel a wet droplet. I gave him a long lick to estimate his size and confirmed that Number Two was the longest. They were all definitely well-built nonetheless. His skin was soft and he was letting me do all the job, unlike dominant N°1, facetious N°2, but a little more like shallow N°3. Ashton was the first, the hairs and the dominance gave him away immediately. Calum was the third for I'd recognize the groomed crotch and indolent laziness. I think Michael had the longest dick, and I wouldn't be surprised if he liked leading the blowjobs more than Luke, who was more of a giver than a taker. Calum undid my blindfold and smiled, hesitated a second but ended up letting my hands tied.
"Daddy Ashton. Daddy Michael. Daddy Calum. And Daddy Luke." I slowly spoke.
"Impressive as fuck." Michael grinned settling me on the couch before he kneeled in front of me. Calum went to stand behind the couch and laid my head so he could shove his cock in. I suppressed a cough when Michael's wet lips attacked my clit with noisy kisses. He was all focused on the little bundle of nerve and amazed to find me wet already.
"Dirty slut, already dripping, are you dripping from sucking your Daddies' cocks?" he asked between pecks and I hummed in response sending shivers through Calum's shaft. My eyes were closed for my head thrown back and Calum's rapid movements weren't a great match and I didn't want to get dizzy or something, but I definitely felt lips around my nipple and the tip of a tongue poking at it expertly.
"So… I have the most skillful tongue, haven't I Baby Girl?" Luke grinned biting my fragile skin.
I was unable to say anything but his naughty words and excellent technique had me moaning hard and my answer was echoed by the heavy groan Calum emitted after I sent vibrations.
"Shit Y/N that's my good girl, suck Daddy's cock…"
Suddenly a first orgasm hit me hard and out of the blue, all over Michael's tongue. It was quick and unexpected, but too soon my pussy was left alone, and I whimpered to make my disappointment known.
"Don't worry Baby Girl, Daddy's gonna take care of your cunt." Ashton's voice reassured. He had his dominant voice on, a little lower and more groaning than the regular one, there was something animalistic about him when he was turned on. Before I was done processing this thought, he slammed into my pussy.
"That's just one finger Kitten… Oooh you are so wet God…"
Holy shit just one finger? It easily felt like a small dildo or two fingers from anyone else. I contracted my cheeks to expulse Calum from my mouth :
"Haa Daddy, Daddy Ashton fuck!"
He kept easing his finger in and out of me at a slow pace but going so deep it never failed to make me cry out. Calum came sitting next to me so he could attack my nipple and pulled on my restraint setting my hands free, I extended one to nowhere in particular.
"Daddy Michael please…." I begged before he came to put his dick in my palm. Yeah, the longest without a doubt, not by much but sill. He took my hand, licking my fingers one by one before he just wet my palm to let me jerk him off.
"Ooh Baby Girl…"
"Fuck yes Daddy your cock is so perfect…" I purred.
I snaked my other arm under Luke's body, trying to reach blindly for his cock. When I brushed against it, he bucked his hips reflexively to feel more of me and started flicking my nipple fast under his tongue. Ashton's finger left my pussy but were quick to be replaced with his cock that he pumped a few times before thrashing it deep inside of me, parting my legs wide.
"Yes, yes, yes Daddy! I'm gonna-" I yelled as I started stroking Luke and Michael's dicks in sync but before I could finish my sentence my body shook with the force of another orgasm.
"You feel great Baby Girl." Ashton praised and I whimpered some more as Luke went harder on my breast, using gradually more teeth and pulling the soft skin.
Michael walked so he was now sitting next to me, pumping himself fast.
"I think Daddy Ash widened you quite enough for me, come sit on Daddy, Princess." He opened his arms for me to come and I did, leaving Ashton unpleased. Facing Michael, I lowered myself slowly on his shaft, moaning with content at being filled. Luke sat next to us and grabbed my face for a forceful kiss when I suddenly felt something warm against my littlest hole. Considering Ashton was now standing behind the couch in front of me, it was obviously Calum who was licking me. He drooled all over and there was no doubt upon what he had in mind, his tongue teased my ass and his flabby lips send electricity to my body.
"You like Daddy Calum eating your ass Baby Girl?" Luke asked parting from my lips.
"Ye-yes-yeeees!"
"Fucking whore, screaming with no shame, suck on Daddy Princess, Daddy needs you so bad..." Ashton asked and I complied instantly, pushing his throbbing shaft at the back of my mouth.
"Oh yes that's our little fuck-toy…" he groaned in pleasure.
"Hell yeah she gives great head, doesn't she?" Michael chuckled, still bouncing me up and down his length. I heard an unclassy spit and Calum pushed his covered tip in my ass but just stopped there.
"Daddy, Daddy please…" I whimpered.
"What is it Princess?" Calum nonchalantly asked, not moving an inch. Michael had stopped moving to so that Calum could get into me.
"Daddy Calum please I want your cock deep in my ass…" I whined. The round tip was actually uncomfortable at my entrance but nothing compared to when he slammed his full length, and I swear I think I orgasmed from it.
"Fuck Calum easy!" Ashton angrily spat at him but Calum shrugged his shoulders and went to grab my boobs so he could thrust harder.
"It's ok Daddy Ash, I-I –I like it… Oh fuck." And it was true, I was so badly turned on I couldn't care less if it was a little painful.
A tear rolled down my cheek and Michael eased himself out of me, I secured my position by setting my hands on the backrest of the couch and my knees on the seat and Ashton slid his body under mine so he was now holding me tight.
"Shhh it's all good Baby Girl, you're alright… Daddy loves you, you take us so well…" he cooed in my ear giving me a lick and trailing kisses in my neck.
"Lay there Princess." Michael ordered and I spread my body along the couch, head on the armchair, with Luke crawling over me.
"You good Baby Girl?" he asked raising his eyebrows and teasing my entrance with his tip.
"Hmmm yes, yes Daddy Luke I'm good."
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes Daddy Luke please…"
He entered me, eager to start thrusting as I admired his body and the ecstatic look on his face as he rocked his hips against mine right before Ashton blocked my view by sitting on my face. I took his heavy balls between my lips and rolled them against one another.
"Shit keep doing that Baby Girl, just like that yeah…" he praised while pumping his cock. He kept this way for a while, making sure to slow down every time he felt me nearing a new peak.
Calum stood straight, his cock pointing upwards and his arms opened.
"Come here Baby Girl, jump in Daddy's arms."
I came to him on woolly members and locked my legs around his waist letting him guide himself into me.
Luke came behind me and pushed us against the wall as he spread my ass cheeks, forcing Calum to wait a little before thrusting.
"Gonna try that ass everyone is crazy about." He chuckled while he rolled a rubber on his length and positioned himself against my wet back hole, gradually getting in. I don't know why they always come so slowly, it comes from a good intention sure but it's actually even more painful.
"Uhhh hurry up Daddy fill my ass!" I screamed, biting down on Calum's collarbone, hiding my face.
I was facing both Calum and the wall but I could feel both men were kissing my neck, making me shiver more and more for it tickled a little. I let a giggle escape my lips and moaned into Calum's ear.
"Ahh Daddy you fill me so good, thank you Daddy Calum…" I whispered.
"Trust me pleasure is mine Kitten." he smiled before kissing me hard.
"Shit your ass is even tighter than I imagined…" Luke moaned into my ear. "It's divine Baby Girl…"
I let out loud cries of pleasure, overwhelmed with sensations, my body tired already still burning with the fierce of my previous orgasms. From afar, I vaguely heard Michael and Ashton's groans, probably pumping their cocks looking at us. The thought combined with Luke and Calum's attacks must have triggered something because I gave in to one more orgasm at this moment, loudly and wetly, my worshipped body now feeling like a ruin. My nails drew pattern onto Calum's honey skin as Luke exited me a bit fast, making it hurt.
Luke laid on the couch to shot his load all over his abs and Ashton grabbed my ponytail to drag my face there.
"Lick that baby girl, lick Daddy Luke's cum over his body."
I obeyed, slurping the white liquid and felling the hard bumps of Luke's muscles.
"That's right lick me clean…" he purred. "How do I taste?"
"Delicious Daddy, I love your cum."
Michael wanked himself until he spilled his clear cum into one of the shot glasses that was on the table, filling it full with the help of a dash of Vodka.
"I dare you to take a shot." Michael told me handing me the shooter. I was never one to refuse a dare. I swallowed the burning liquid in an eye bat, sending everything down my throat immediately.
"So fucking hot…" he muttered biting his lips before crashing them to mine with force. This was a different kiss, a forced one that had me drooling over his lips and groaning into his mouth.
"T-t-t daddy is not done with you yet." Ashton pulled me away from Mike and forced me to bend, my hands on the frame of the couch. "Lovely, lovely ass baby girl." He gave a spanking and I jumped a bit before feeling his cock running between my cheeks. "That's right, my baby girl's got such a tight little ass- oh shit you are so wet, even your dirty little ass is wet you slut you came so hard it makes my fat cock glide between your ass cheeks." he pushed in without a warning but I was well stretched and lubed by now so it wasn't a problem, he was quick to come, just a dozen thrusts were enough to have him spurting messily all over my ass.
"So creamy… I wish we had another baby girl there to lick you clean now…" he said and I groaned in disagreement. "What is it baby?"
"Nothing Daddy."
"Our Baby Girl doesn't want to share us?"
"No." I pouted childishly, a sulky face obvious.
"Don't worry sweetie, you are way more than sufficient to us we don't need more." Calum kissed my forehead and I latched my arms around him like a toddler, feeling his hard-on pressing against my stomach. I squeezed him harder and made him sit in the couch, legs wide apart like a king. I got down for him, crawling until I was between his legs and his cock deep in my mouth, I didn't need to bob my head a lot, I simply pushed him as far as I could and hummed desperate little whimpers that were enough to make him release within seconds down my throat. He groaned loud and stayed there panting, naked on the couch while Michael patted my head.
"What a good girl…"
"Yes baby you're our good girl…" Calum repeated hazy.
"Do you really have to fly back to Australia?" Ashton dared to ask. Do I?
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Author's final note : I really love your feedback, I don't think you realize how much it means to me :))) I'm sorry I was long I've had some shitty 2 last weeks and it was hard to focus
Hello amazing people from the Internet! How are you?
I am writing Baby girl pleases her FOUR daddies at the moment and as things were getting heated a question came to my mind : What do you actually expect? A gang bang or some group sex (here a fivesome)?
Please vote so that I make something the majority of you will like :) Don't you worry guys, if the one you chose isn't selected for "Baby girl", a story featuring all the guys and you in an upcoming one shot called "Toubus fun" will be made with the non-wining option ;) So, gang bang or fivesome?
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Author's note : hiiii! So the clubbing girl is called Tiffany from now on, the lovely Michaela from the Twitter @.textingwith5sos made a convo here again and I love how it fits in the story, Enjoy!!
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"Lukey had fun last niiiight!" Calum and Michael started roaring. Choruses of obscene noises and cheering rose in the air as Luke mumbled something before taking his seat with us. The scene seemed oddly familiar, us at breakfast.
"Man that chick was hot did you bring her home?" Mike joked.
"Please guys he was way too drunk for anything!" I interjected shooting Luke a somehow pleading look. I don't know if Ashton remembers me coming to bed early and my babble about Luke being drunk but I couldn't take the risk.
"No, no I was pissed drunk, I nearly threw up on her but Y/N found me and dragged me back here… Thank you by the way Y/N I don't know what would have happened without you…" He slurred in a sleepy voice. I was shocked for a second at his new-found ability to be such a cool-liar.
"That's my girl." Ashton planted a kiss to my cheek, proud of his selfless girlfriend, his kiss feeling like a whip… I should answer something, I know I should.
"Dude really you gotta learn how to dose alcohol!" Calum summoned in a patronizing tone. "You're never gonna get some if you can't get Little Luke up!"
"True, what a shame we just kissed and made out, she had nice tits." Luke pointed matter-of-factly, shocking me again. "But I got her number so maybe I'll ring her or something."
I nearly missed my mouth with my fork and Luke avoided my gaze. He got her number?
"It's funny 'cause I swear someone had fun last night and I thought it was you." Michael told. "But yeah on a second thought it seemed pretty wild so it must have been Ash and Y/N or other guests."
"Please, they aren't that loud." Luke snorted referring to my boyfriend and I. Did he really get that skank's number?
"I'd normally take the blame but I was passed exhausted last night I barely remember Y/N joining me in bed after taking care of Luke." Ash stated. Taking care of Luke, that's definitely a way of saying things.
I poured orange juice into Luke's glass, trying my best to busy myself and ease the awkwardness. Seeing Michael's glass empty I filled him with juice as well.
"Ah thank you mommy!" he piped.
"Guys y'all need to stop calling Y/N mommy it kills my mood!" Ashton laughed, his hand on my thigh.
"But that's true dude, you're the daddy of this band, Y/N's our mommy and we're the kids, except Luke who's the baby obviously." Michael explained.
This was taking an unexpected incestuous turn.
"Yeah, thank you mommy, I love you." Luke childishly added staring me dead in the eye, a glitch of anger in his blue irises. I might have turned white at this moment. I love you. Shit, shit, shit.
"What's today's plan anyway?" I asked in desperate try to move the subject.
"Day off" Cal robotically answered.
"I was actually thinking I should text Tiffany… You know the girl from last night." Luke thought aloud. "What do you guys say, is it too early? Too clingy?"
"Nah dude, she'll love it, like she's gonna think she was your first thought this morning." Cal shared his opinion.
"She was probably second, his first must have been his morning hard-on!" Ashton burst laughing. "It's all related, that's why he was a tad late at breakfast."
Luke blushed this adorable shade of pink-red. What the hell? Did the guy actually wanked himself thinking about that…that girl right after we fucked?? Maybe it was all an act, yes, an act to avoid suspicions. But nobody suspected anything so what was there to hide? What was he playing? I stared while he was typing on his phone, the buzzing almost instantaneous after he set it back on the table.
[ Text by Michaela twitter @.textingwith5sos ]
"Guys I got a date!" Luke grinned excitedly, showing us his screen.
"You're so fucking awkward Luke I don't even know what this chick likes about you" Calum shook his head and I instantly wanted to punch him. We all knew it was hard enough for Luke to be confident, these kind of remarks were the last thing he needed.
"He's probably the best thing that has ever happened to this miserable hoe." I dropped, coolly. "Nice grammar by the way. She's such a keeper."
"Wooo Y/N 1, challenger 0!" Michael roared his hands in a cone shape like he was commenting boxing. "Just teasing Y/N," he reassured me nicely, "We know no one is ever going to be good enough for your little baby."
"What's wrong with movies? You enjoy it when we watch some together." Ashton asked poking my waist cutely.
"It's just that a guy who takes me to a movie on a first date makes me feel like he just wanna make out and don't give two shits about my conversation." I explained.
"That's sort of the point!" Calum objected.
"Anyway, since you didn't fuck her last night she probably thinks you're some polite awesome respectful guy, I'm sure she's already so far down for you she won't mind the movie. Plus, it's not like you haven't already felt it all." Ash stated.
I sighed in exasperation. Felt it all? Was everyone playing me or what? I wanted to scream : He did not make out with her, he did not spend a second more with her the minute he knew I was alone, he loves me, he only wants me, and he always will. I can feel my whole body burning with rage and I'm surprised my eyes didn't burn a hole through the table from starring down at it.
I rose all of a sudden and strode to the bedroom, tired of all their shit talk and feeling I was about to blow and throw an embarrassing tantrum. He only loves me, how can any of these fools even think he could move on so easily? They all know he wants me. I heard chair noises indicating someone had stood up to run after me. Too pride, I didn't turn to know who.
I threw my body on the bed and rubbed my face exhaling slowly.
"Can I lay?" Ashton asked calmly.
"Of course love." I smiled, and he did, right next to me.
"I'm sorry if I upset you with my Middle Age talk, you know I'm not like that right?"
I giggled softly at the idea. Ashton was by far the nicest, most respectful person I had met in my entire life. He'd rarely swear outside of the bedroom, support equality, wanted nothing more than make the world a better place. He was a sweet optimist, tolerant, good natured person. The simple idea of him objectifying women was hilarious. Coming to think of it, Ashton and Luke were much more alike than anyone realized. No, what drove me mad was the idea of Luke's soft hands touching anyone else…
"I know Ashton I'm fine don't worry, I'm just exhausted it was stupid." I intertwined my fingers into his and he rubbed his thumb in small circles. I meant it, I didn't want him to worry and I was not mad at him anyway. Why did he have to be so incredible?
"Do you wanna talk about something?" he tried, bringing his lips to my neck to depose a reassuring kiss.
Yes Ashton, I want to talk about something. I feel incredibly guilty because I can't help but want Luke even if I love you because hell yeah trust me Ashton Irwin I love you I fucking do I love you so much I'd follow you to the end of the world if I had to I'd do anything for you defend you against anything and stand by your side no matter what I can't get enough of you I crave you every second of every single day your hands your lips your dimples your eyes your hair your smile your laugh your jokes your talk your cute habit of drumming on virtually every surface you find and above all the way you make me fall harder and deeper day by day and despite everything I just said despite any logic I want Luke and the problem is I don't just want Luke but I had Luke I had him more than I admit to you I enjoyed having him more than I wish I had because nothing in the world would hurt me more painfully than the look on your face if I ever came to admit what I did I love you so much Ashton I don't want to hurt you I don't know what's worse between lying to you or telling you the truth but yes I think I might feel something for Luke something irrational unhealthy maybe even purely shallow and possessive because he is mine all mine he can't belong to anyone else but me he is my baby mine mine mine...
"No." is all that comes out of my mouth, I give his hand one squeeze. Our code for I love you. He squeezes back twice. I love you too.
"What do you want to do today love?"
"I feel tired, I don't know… What do you want to do babe?" I ask back.
"I'm actually still a bit sleepy, we could watch a movie if you don't mind me trying to make out with you," he jokes winning my smile and giggle "or maybe go on a long crazy adventure downstairs to the hotel spa, my back sort of hurts I don't know…"
"How does movie and massage sound to you?" I kiss the tip of his nose. God I love him so much.
"I know I hate making choices too!" he giggles this adorable laugh, his nose wrinkling.
I straighten up and my eyes scan the room for the remote, localizing it on Ashton's nightstand, just next to his book. I snatch it before giving him.
"Shirt off babe, I'm gonna take care of you…" I coo in his ear, not passing on the opportunity to lick it playfully. "Just pick a movie, kay?"
I scurry to the bathroom and go through my vanity case, fumble between the bottles before I can finally extract my Nuxe oil and happily go back to the bedroom where I see Ashton in just his boxers, standing a hand on his hip, shuffling through the Video on Demand channel.
"What d'ya wanna watch babe?"
I shrug and come behind him wrapping my arms around his body. "Whatever is fine…"
He settles for "My week with Marilyn" and I have a rapid thought on how many guys would have picked an old classic and by classic I mean Fast& Furious, not Roman Holidays. Or any recent guns and bombs movie. Not that I don't like them, but the way Ashton wants to watch some low-key movies is on the list of the billions things about him that has me in awe.
What movie does Luke wanna take that girl to? Probably a rom-com.
"Lay on your stomach." I tell him and he complies, eyeing me as I throw my leggings away. I settle on his butt, my legs on each side of him, the credits of the movie playing. I don't see Eddie Redmayne for I am watching Ashton's back, the defined muscles, the manly shoulders, and the small of his back where some dimples show. I lean to kiss these sweet hollows adorning him, trailing my tongue all the way up his spine until I find his neck, sucking on it gently. His breathing is relaxed but loud, a sweet mixture of ease and arousal, I can feel him smile while I inhale so deeply his smell, the one that says "home" to me. When he's away from me, I wear his t-shirts at night, to feel safe, I clutch to them and nuzzle my face in the fabric to feel like he's here. His soft skin turns all dotted with Goosebumps after I blow air on his neck, and he squirms under me.
"You don't need anyone to massage you baby, you got me…"
I spray some oil in my palms, rubbing them to heat it up a little before positioning them on his shoulders. I strike his bull body at first, slowly and gently, and then start kneading his muscles, the knots and tensions of his back melting under my touch.
"Hmm so good baby…" he mumbled in a raspy voice.
Kneading him, grabbing the flesh, the firmness and softness of him killed me a little more with each touch… What a piece of art… Sliding along his arms, my heart started racing as the defined biceps flexed a little. I squirmed a little and he hummed in satisfaction as he felt my core rubbing his ass.
I graze his sides with snaky hands, he muffles a giggle for it feels a bit ticklish. His body never ceases to amaze me.
Circling his hipbones, covering them in oil, I end up getting him completely naked before I allow myself let my fingers wander to the front, feeling the birth of his curly hairs, and I feel him suck a breathe, trying to raise his hips a little to encourage me this way. I silently peel my shirt off and resume to his shoulders but this time leaning against him so that my uncovered nipples brush his back from his loins to the base of his blades. A strangled moan escapes his lips. I nibble at his nape, moaning myself in slow complaints.
"Fuck…" he whispers in bliss.
I snake my arms under his, inching to the front of his torso, caressing his heavy pecs and poking at his nipples, my face buried in his mane of hair, blowing hot air when exhaling, then breathing in as deep as possible to get intoxicated with the smell of him, groaning occasionally. Suddenly I feel unstable, and Ashton is flipping his body so that he's on his back and I find myself sitting on his cock, my damp tiny thong the only barrier between us.
"I thought I had felt you getting wet." He grinned rocking his hips so that I was feeling friction. "Guess I was right..."
"Shit…" I sighed as he rocks me a little to have my clit pressed against his body. I can't take it anymore and just pushes my thong aside with a hand, seizing his cock with the other to wet his tip against my dripping pussy. I greased the rest of his length by rubbing him with my oily palm, moaning myself at the contact of his softest skin. I drive his head between my folds and lowered until he was filling me entirely. My head already thrown back in delight as he stretches me, settling his hands on my waist to move me, giving thrusts that have me singing.
"Oh-oh-oh Ashton!" I squealed as his perfect cock hit me deep.
"Hmmm you feel so warm, so perfect. I love you…"
I bend to kiss him a sloppy kiss, pushing my tongue in, leaving him no choice. He just lets me do and I feel his giant smile against my lips as he responds to my aggression, his arms wrapping so tight around my back, pulling me closer to him if that is even possible. His tongue rapidly takes over, controlling mine, he alternates between pecks and deep French kisses where he licks at my lips, still thrusting his cock in me, imprisoning my legs under his like a little animal. He flips us over to be on top of me, cornering me under his massive frame, his hands on each side of me and with just a quick nod I know what he's gonna give me. A second later his hands don't support him anymore, his full weight is on me as he keeps on fucking me deeper, making me sink into the covers. I love it when he takes control, when he nearly chokes me with his force and I can do nothing but bear him, endure his assaults.
"Ash Ash!" I whimper, and he snakes his arms around my frail figure, making us impossibly close, lost into each other, still thrusting with all his might. From his groans I could tell just how close he was and I allowed myself to let my orgasm take over, knowing his would come in a matter of seconds.
I lay on top of Ashton, slipping from his oily skin, his steady breathing helping me relax too. His hand come to strike my hair gently and I just remember whispering how I love him so.
I wake up from Ashton' shuffling, and he wraps his arms around me.
"Let's get dressed maybe?" he proposes and I agree, throwing clothes on myself before we head to the boys' room only to find Mike and Cal deep in a game of Fifa. Where's my favorite little boy? We drop on the couch, hands tightly clutched, Ashton brings mine to his lips giving a noisy kiss.
"Where's Luke?" I ask with my best 'not-that-I-care' tone.
"With Tiffany of course, he left a while ago." Mike said his eyes not leaving the game.
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Author's note : Michaela will brighten your days with her twitter @.textingwith5sos <3 Tell me what you think about this bubs!! <3
An Offer part 6 will be posted by the end of the week (Valentine's day? haha)
There will be a sequel to Pour Some Sugar On Me, perhaps more but not sure yet.
We are planning some more collaboration with Michaela from the amazing twitter @.textingwith5sos (Follow her if ya haven't cause you'll fall in love with her)
Requests still closed, I know I'm a terrible person but really, I'm so inspired lately :)
Doing a rough Michael next, and a rough Calum probably. Also have a sexting in mind.
I have started two different plots of fivesomes, one is the final part of "Baby girl pleases her two daddies", the other one is different ;)
I have seen wet surfer Luke and now my life has changed forever erm sorry that was not necessary!
All works mentionned are available in the masterlist up there in the bio, or URL/masterlist , and don't forget to check on the menu for more info like URL/AnOfferUpdates
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