diary of ayla⏾

Pairing: fem!reader x dom!calum

Word Count: 1,304

Summary: Calum puts you on your knees.

Warnings: boot riding kink, oral sex, throat fucking, smut...

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Calum sat back on the sofa in his dressing room, legs spread open, his kilt dipped between his thick thighs. You sat at his feet with your own skirt around your waist, it had ridden up after Calum’s manhandling right after getting you behind doors. He reached under your chin leaving a wet kiss on your forehead and slapping you lightly on the cheek. 

“Ride it” his accent was prominent, the way it usually isn’t now days. 

“No Calum” he restricts you by pulling you in by the neck. His touch feels hot making it hard to swallow as you stare at him. It feels like a staring contest. You like to test him, to challenge and see how he decides to take it.

“Don’t wanna hear it” he grunts “Really don’t.” He shoves his fingers in your mouth making you gag around them, they taste like your juices from when he had them deep in you to prove you wrong earlier. You feel a shift before feeling the tip of his boot on your clit making your hips jerk up, only allowing him to fully place it under you. His other hand grabs the roots to your hair pulling it down.

“Fuck” you try to say around his fingers. You close your eyes in pain and subconsciously go down the way Calum is fisting your hair. His boot feels hot around your wet pussy, the juices immediately coating the surface and  lubricating it.

“There you go baby. I’m just doing you a favor and letting you cum the way you want. It’s just a little different, okay?” He removes his fingers from your mouth, wiping them clean on your check and smearing the makeup that was already running. You see him palm himself at the sight in front of him. Your cheeks are burning up and there would be no surprise if they were tinted red like your chest. 

He never failed to make you wet and it was always an advantage. Now you sit on his boot going back and forth wanting to get off, desperately a moan escapes. His eyes stared intensity at your pussy, it was the way he had told you to keep it. Not shaved, bikini wax and a trim. He loved the hair on you. His dick was hard, now forming a tend on his skirt at the sight of his now shiny boot. 

Calum has been going on stage wearing kilts and it has made it hard to enjoy the shows. Seeing him up on stage jumping around with his band mates, the way his calves thicken up when he kneels in front of Luke and how the shorts under show just tightly they are around his crotch. 

He was no longer holding on to your hair but after fidgeting around Calum removed the shorts only leaving the kilt and was now pumping his dick. He sticks his tongue out to wet his lips before letting out a curse word and throwing his head back. Adam's apple bobbed with the groans he made. He let go and reached to unclasp a hanging kilt strap and attached it to the chain that hung close to your neck. Like a leash.

“Suck me. Maybe that’ll encourage you a little, yea? I know it feels good baby you’re finding it hard to breathe” he tugs until you’re close to his dick. The smell of his natural body odor and body wash perked you up. “C’mon baby”

He noted the way your hips furiously moved against his boot, your body pressed against his leg below him. 

“And don’t get too eager, make me cum first” 

The whine you let out was satisfaction for Calum, seeing the way you jumped to fist the base of his dick and suck his balls first. Wetting them sloppy and licking the way up his length to the fat tip and sucking it harshly. He lets out a deep moan tugging the strap almost lifting you up from your contact of pleasure. You harshly sit back down without thinking.

Calum lets out a breathy laugh while shaking his head. He loved you stupid, when you lost all thought because of him. When you give up the air in your lungs to take him whole, to give him what he needs. He liked how you lost all dignity in his presence and let loose at his feet. Literally. 

“Yes baby, yes, yes. Breathe, just like that. You fit my dick so right in there, so sloppy, so good.” he praises, holding you down for as long as you can before you pull away to catch a quick breath. You reach up to hold his dick and jack it off quickly to take it back in your mouth. He closed his eyes, taking in the way your warm mouth felt around him, the sensation building up, the pleasure becoming too much. Calum never let go easy though, he held it for as long as he could to tease the both of you. He wanted to see how far you could go before you started to break down needing a release and that was coming.

“Calum” You moan, throwing your head back. The tears ran down your cheeks but he only smiled.

“I’m close baby keep going” he’s lying though. He wants to tire your jaw out and make it go slack numb. 

You twitch at the memory of him sitting down on stage during a little break, the way his legs were spread open and he sipped on his drink. The way it looks like he is literally throwing ass as he rocks side to side playing the bass. Your clit felt raw but the contact intensified with every thought.

“Good- fucking- girl” he roared pushing your head all the way in you up from his feet. This tip hit the very back of your throat and his pubic hair tickled your nose but you felt the aggressive twitch against your tongue. “Oh fuck- yes. Uhu, take it baby” you felt his warm cum spill into your mouth. Heavy spurts filling your mouth, too much to keep in, drills spilling from the corners of your mouth. Right away your pussy is back down grinding for a release, to come undone on his boot, at his feet. 

His breath is heavy, his chest rising up and down heavily, his heart pounding with force. He grips your jaw forcing your mouth to open, he wants to see his product collected. He smirks a little before dipping down and kissing you, scooping in his own cum with his tongue and sharing it. It was a little salty, sweet and warm. The kiss lasted as you came. Your hips jerked as the orgasm hit with force after waiting so long. Your cries were muffled by Calum who mumbled praise words into your mouth.

“Let go, yes baby. Cum all over my boot. It felt good right? Of course it did. Look the mess you’ve made” there's no need to look because you could feel the wetness all over your inner thighs. “So so good for me” 

Your forehead falls on his knee, his long fingers caressing your back. “Oh” you breathe looking up at him, the oxygen still hasn’t made it way back fully. He reaches down to you pulling your weight up to him on the couch. There’s a sore feeling on your hips that you wince at. That will be there for a day or two. He gives you a big kiss, it lasts a little while. 

“Fuck that was hot” Calum says removing the strap from your chain. “Who knew you’d like rubbing your pussy on my boot”

“Babe” you look at him “I’m not lying when I say your legs are one of my favorite things ever”

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Pairing: sub fem!reader x sub!Michael x dom!Ashton x dom!Calum x dom!Luke

Word Count: 4,060

Summary: Its you and Michael. The brats.

Warnings: MDNI. +18. smut, oral sex, degradation, daddy kink, spanking kink, throat fucking, slapping...

It was Saturday night, now 2 something in the morning, maybe 3, I’m not sure. I normally stay in, but on occasion I do join my girl friends on a bar hopping night out looking to just enjoy some time off. This time was different through, my night was spent with my coworkers and I happened to grow closer to Ryan who worked a couple cubicles away from me. I was going to get an uber since I was in no state of operating a vehicle after a couple too many shots, but I decided to grow the guts to just call Michael to pick me up. I knew he’d be the only one to back me up and cover for me. Its only been a handful of times where ive called one of the guys to come pick me up from a night out but its never good. The weather was warm but the wind that rustled through the tress felt chilly on my skin. I stumble my way to the front door pushing through the fence and up the doorsteps. I didn’t go up easy though, my ankles were twisting with each step, the counter part of my high heels digging into the flesh behind my calcaneus. It didn’t matter that Michael held my elbow in attempt to try and stabilize me. I notice Ashtons car in the driveway meaning him and Calum were back from their own night out. 

“What the fuck’s going on” I hear a voice hiss as we enter through the door. I got startled, quickly turning to where I hear the voice. I take step forward and trip on what I assume is someone’s shoe by the entrance making me fall to my ass. “Jesus” its Calum.

“Hi Cal” I look down

Thankfully I’m too drunk to feel any of the pain it causes me but I immediately feel the burn creep up. “Let’s go” I feel Michael’s arms wrap around me lifting me off the floor. I already knew I was going to hear shit from them but at this very moment I didn’t care. Truthfully, I had just left the house without telling anyone but Michael. I can’t see him but I sense the annoyance from him. Despite him and I being the closest, he still sides with the others lot when it comes to my doings.  I let him carry me to my room and I notice that everyone’s doors are closed and no light coming from under the crevice meaning everyone else is asleep. He opens my door shifting me in his arms and goes in, flipping the light switch on and walks me over to my bed where he sits me down. 

“Thank you Mikey” I slur kicking off the stupid heels that are responsible for the ache on my feet. 

“Where even were you? It’s 3:23 in the morning Y/N” he asks roaming through my dresser and pulling out pajamas. And tossing them on the bed next to me. “You’re always home by 2, latest.”

“And make yourself available tomorrow for diner, Y/n” I hear Calum from the doorway. His eyebrows are pinched together, and his nostrils are flared. I’m not stupid, I know he’s mad at me for coming home late. And from the looks of it, he himself is still drunk from whatever event he was at.  He looked comfy though, already discarded of his clothes only wearing shorts. 

I give a quick nod and I almost miss the look he gave Michael. Whatever it was I was, I was too busy already imagining my warm shower before bed to decipher it. 

My head feels like it’s spinning but I can perfectly make out Michales messy, red hair. He’s standing in a black band t shirt and black shorts that reach down to his knees. The slight dent on his hair makes me believe he was on the game with his headset on. Which would explain why he’s awake at this time. If anyones going to stay up past our imaginary bedtime, its going to be Michael and I. Which is why we have famously won the nickname of nigh owls by the guys.

“The bar at the end on 10th with my coworkers, I told you” I get up walking to my restroom, it happens to be Calum’s restrooms as well since they’re connected. I turn the light on and walk to the door opposite and lock it. I look at myself in the mirror and the tiredness I feel is well visible on my face. I can slowly start to feel the growing pain on my hip but it’s yet nothing too intense for me to care for. 

“Well clean up, shower, do what you need to do. Call if you need help” he says before going back to his own room.

+

“No Michael” I laugh, I say shoving him to the side, the controller in my hands. 

As always Michael and I are playing video games in his room while the Luke and Calum are making diner and Ashton is out running errands.

I woke up around noon with a horrible headache that has now decreased to almost nothing. The guys have been busy running their own errands since I woke up and not long ago started diner. Meaning I haven’t really ran into them the whole day. Me coming home late hasn’t been brought up but I know there’s no escaping it. 

“Oh my, you suck Y/n” he shoves back harder, it goes back and forth a couple more times before he pushes me with more force than before making me fall off the bed, only to hit myself on the way down on the nightstand. I felt the immediate rush of pain on my side, I felt the heat steaming from my hip and arm as I gripped it.

“Ow” I frown griping my side. “Mikey”

“Im so sorry Y/n. No don’t cry. I didn’t mean to mama— here it’s okay shhh” he comes to pick me up from the floor. His movements are quick, making sure I don’t make it a big deal for the other guys to hear. He wipes off the tears that start to swell up before they fall as he cradles my head against the crook of his neck.  “Ill make it up to you, just please don’t tell”

My breath is hitched and short followed my gasp and sniffles as I calm down in his arms. It doest take long for him to pull me away enough to be able to lift up my shirt a little and tug my leggings down to look at my left hip. I feel his rough thumb brush at the area. “Fuck” he mumbles. I look down and see the red turning to a harsh purple with little blood clots scattered throughout the area. We haven’t looked, but I know my arm looks almost, if not the same.

“It’s okay Mikey” I mumble fully moving away from him and crawling under the covers. Nothings fun anymore. My side is throbbing as I lay on my other side just hoping it’ll stop. I feel Michael move behind me and start running his fingers through my hair. He slowly starts whispering comforting words into my ear, apologizing for his sudden action.

+

“Michael, Y/n. Foods ready” Luke wakes up us, shaking our legs lightly.

I squint around, the sleepiness taking over my body but not more than the hunger which is what makes me jump up. “Thank you Luke!” I hug him before making my way downstairs with Luke and Michael following close behind. 

I enter the kitchen where I see Ashton already at the end of table with a plate in front of him, engaging in a conversation with Calum who is moving around the table placing napkins next to each plate. 

“Hello” I silently say taking my seat next to him. 

+

Diner went smoothly but it only brought my nerves closer to the sky’s above. We had just finished eating dessert about 30 minutes ago, the dirty plates have long gone been removed from the table only leaving us at the table talking about future projects. It was coming. 

“So Y/n, you didn’t tell any one us you’d be leaving last night” Ashton says next to me. “You could’ve just came with Cal and I out to Zoots” 

I hear Calum huff besides me, his eyes burning like lasers at the temple. Without a doubt Calum had already told them about my arrival last night. Or this morning I should say. 

“What? I-I did!” I exclaim looking around the table. They all had a twisted look to their face, I knew what it was: jealousy. “I let Mikey know on Friday. You guys were just too busy with meetings.” 

“Oh really? Is there a reason as to why we weren’t made aware of this?” Luke’s voice is stern. I’m looking down at the decorative charger plate in front of me, all of a sudden the intricate designs that decorate the border seemed like the most interesting thing in the dining room.

I quickly glance up to look at Mikey who sat in front of me then to Luke who sat in front of Calum, diagonally to me. Michael’s expression mirrored mine, guilt and a fuck ton of terror. It wasn’t rare for us to get into trouble, if anything it was rare when we weren’t causing any trouble. Even lesser known, when one of us decides to do our own thing without one another, but somehow always end up dragging the other down with us. That somehow is always worse than all of the above. My palms were sweating under my thighs in attempts to mask my fidgety fingers.

“You guys just must’ve forgotten” I say before Michael tried to say anything. Regardless of whatever lie I was going to construct, it’s demolished because I know one thing. They already know, and it wasn’t because Michael told them. 

 “Let’s go” Luke burst out of his chair and grips Michael’s arm yanking him up to his feet. “Always something with you two” I hear him grit out dragging Mikey upstairs.

It happened too quick for me to even process it before I feel myself get yanked as well and up the stairs right behind them. I see Luke push the door open to my room and throw Michael in making him stumble on his feet. I don’t miss the glare he throws Luke as he pouts. 

“You think that just because we have your location we’ll let you be?” Calum spins me towards him as soon as we enter. He held that same look he did from when he caught us sneaking in. “I don’t know why you insist on getting to know new bastards. Is 4 of us not enough for you, princess?”

His hand jolts up to my neck wrapping his fingers round my neck making sure to add some pressure to my pulse with his thumb. I don’t get to answer because he presses his lips against mine. His lips are soft and hungrily devour mine giving me no option but to let him explore my mouth with his tongue. If his touch alone didn’t have me wet already, then this kiss will do. My hands trail up his arms, up to his hair tugging him closer. I feel him push me backwards only to bump into something. Someone. It didn’t matter. Calum’s finger nails dug into the exposed skin on my hips making my pussy throb with anticipation. I gasp from the pain suddenly feeling the bruise from earlier but it went unnoticed. 

“Stop spoiling her” it was Ashton who was behind me, his  hands quickly finding my hair and fisting the roots pulling me away from my makeout session. I can feel his bulge pressing on my back only making my need grow. “Because of her lying ass, Mikey over there is getting a punishment of his own” 

He forced my head to face my bed. Michael was on his back shirt discarded with Luke towering over him, a strong hold gripping Michael’s wrists over his head and the other hand palming him over his sweats. It looked like Luke was telling him something in his ear, whatever it was it depends Michael’s facial expression and let out a small whimper. His eyebrows were pinched together with his eyes low and lips parted. I could see his chest rise up and down, most likely from the same feeling I feel. The scene itself made me ache for any sort of friction.

I whimpered at the sight. The tension filled the room, despite my deep heavy breathing, it felt as if I were suffocating and losing a battle to stay here. 

I feel Ashton drag me away from the entrance and further into the room pulling me in front of the futon that sat across my bed. Ashton takes a seat and pulls me down with him. He manspreads leaving me sat between him right on his bulging crotch. He toys with the waistband of my leggings before pulling my back down to his chest. In front of me Calum had removed his shirt and was beside Michael, hovering over him, lips connected to his in a passionate kiss I wish I was apart of. Luke was slowly dragging his tongue down his side as his fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweats. Finally he slides them down freeing his cock. We all know Michael rather go without boxers, so there’s never a barrier between him and his bottoms. 

Michael let’s put a moan, or at least tries to. Calum is devouring his mouth, his hand gripping his face with force making Mikey’s cheeks puff up. Calum pulls away giving him two little slaps on his cheeks. Michael is flushed, red face almost matching the hue on his hair. 

My breath hitches as I feel Ashton’s fingertips start to graze over my clothed clit, he knew what he was doing. It was all too much for me. He pressed a sloppy wet kiss on my temple then my cheek.

For a moment, there’s no movement making Michael sit up and push his back against the wall looking in between the two doms then to me on Ashton’s lap and down to where his middle finger ran up and down my clothed slit. I could feel my wetness sticking to the fabric, and like Michael, I wasn’t a fan of panties. Therefore I wouldn’t doubt if I had the most prominent camel toe in history. The fabric was rough between my folds but the way Ashton’s finger caressed my core, it drove me crazy. I was panting like a dog waiting for more than what was given. 

“Michael” Calum sat on the bed facing me. “Over my lap” 

“No! Calu-“ I don’t even get to stand up because Ashton’s large hands are gripping my wait and planting me straight down in his covered dick. “But he didn’t do anything” I whine, tears filling my eyes. At this point it could be frustration, need, pain, or the fact that it wasn’t Michael’s fault for the punishment, but mine and I hated when he got punished for something I did. 

“Sit” Ashton’s tone is hard like the grips he has on me. “I won’t fucking tell you again Y/n. Let this be first and last” 

“And this is the problem with you two. Always doing something without thinking of the consequences.” Luke stands in front of me looking down at me. He wiped the single tear that had escaped with a little smirk. He reached down to the hem of my shirt and yanked it off exposing my decent sized B cup tits. “Now tell me Mikey. Why didn’t you tell us where Y/n was going?” 

He moved away from my sight only to reveal Michael already over Calum’s lap. Calum rubbed his ass cheeks in circular motions, almost in a taunting way. “Just don’t lie, baby. Stop lying for this slut, she can handle herself. Don’t you see her? Whoring herself with other men.” His voice was soft but it dripped with warning and degradation. 

Everything was going blurry when I realized Ashton has continued his work down on my pussy. And fuck it felt good. But my mind was still on Michael and Calum. 

“I d-did tell you. You g-guys must’ve a-actually f-forgot” he finally speakers after all this time, his voice is hoarse and the cracks give the lie away.

I feel Ashton huff below me. 

Smack

Smack

Smack

There was no warning. Michael’s head dropped down to his arms in front of him in pain. Calum’s face scrunched up each time he landed a spanking, they weren’t soft, I knew how Calum spanks when he’s mad. I once had his handprint on my ass for a week. Luke shook his head in disappointment and just started to remove one clothing item at a time. His cock pressed against his jeans, I could only assure it was painful. 

“Up” I feel Ashton’s hands behind my thighs lifting up my feet to plant my soles on his thighs. I see his arms snake in front of me down to my leggings and grabs the fabric, with a sudden motion he rips it open from the middle leaving my sopping pussy out in display. I gasp in shock but quickly I feel the cool air hit my clit only amplifying my need. I feel his fingers touching my pussy again, just not pleasing me. He avoids my clit l, just pinching the fat on my lips and spreading me. 

I see Luke walk up to the bed and pull Michael off Calum down to his knees. “Mouth full of lies Mickey” he rubs his thumb across his bottom lip. “I thought we knew it was only to be full of dick” 

Michael goes to say something but is cut off by Luke shoving his dick in his mouth. I let out a moan at the same time when Ashton shoves his middles finger inside my pussy, followed by a second one. He follows the rhythm Luke uses to fuck Michael’s mouth keeping us in sync. I finally have the direct contact I’ve been waiting for. I grind my pussy to get closer to him but his other arm holds me still around the waist. Calum stands beside Luke, his dick pointed straight at Michael. He stops his movements and looks up at Calum then at Luke. A string of saliva connected from Luke’s tip to his swollen lips. 

“Can I-I please?” He licks his lips looking up at Calum then at his decorated dick with pre cum sitting on the tip of it. “Let me suck you” 

He slightly moves his hips and doesn’t have to tell Mikey anything further. He takes turns sucking both men, he looks greedy and I wish it was me in his position. 

I whine trying to feel more of Ashton’s fingers only for him to land a slap on my clit before furiously rubbing it and then slapping it again. I gasp at the sudden action, widening my legs further but not receiving anything else.  

“Nuh uh” Calum snaps me out of my desperation “How do you ask?” 

“P-please da-daddy. Cum I-in my mouth. I-I need it from b-both” he stutters looking up at Luke and Calum who smirked down at the red haired boy we all adore.   

“Keep sucking baby, I’ll see” Calum groaned as Mikey sucked his tip before taking him whole, with his left hand he was jacking off Luke. 

Ashtons fingers return to my wet pussy and I moaned in pleasure, Ashton’s fingers curled up hitting my g-spot and the palm of his hand was digging into my clit sending waves of goodness through my body. I could feel his rock hard dick on my ass and I wish to just ride him and come undone on him. But I can’t. My toes curled in bliss and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt sticky, the heat made me sweat out a thin layer of sweat that covered me head to toe. I open my eyes and look at Miley only to notice that he started pumping his own dick, I tense up knowing if they see him, it’ll be bad. 

But he just looks so hot on his knees in front of Luke and Calum as they take turns fucking his throat roughly, no mercy. The way he tried to catch his breath but can’t before someone’s balls are presses against his chin and his nose is against their pelvis. The way his cheeks are red because he’s humiliated, but enjoys it more than anything. They all looked beautiful.

“Please Ashton” I throw my head back on his shoulder. 

All I hear is deep groans coming from all the men in the room, including Ashton. I’m grinding down on his dick the most I can but I’m restricted.

The fingers suddenly stop pumping in me making me whine at the loss of pleasure.

“Oh Mikey” Ashton’s voice drips in disapproval. “Just when I thought you were doing so good” 

Fuck. 

His hand moved away from his dick but it’s too late, Calum saw it before he could.

“I’m sorry d-daddy” Michael starts to say but Calum just shakes his head.

“Shut up” He took a fists of Michael’s red hair and tilts his head back. His fisted his dick furiously stroking it, his eyebrows came together at the canter and his lips parted before littering curse words. 

His cum spilled in streams hitting Michael in the face, hair and chest. He panted out of breath looking down at a degraded Michael. 

“Bad boys don’t get fed daddy’s nut” he gives Michael a hard slap on his cheek with his dick. His once almost relaxed face was hardened again. His lips are pursed looking down at Mikey but walks away to the futon and lays down next to us. 

“Knees” I get shoved off Ashton’s lap, but I don’t stall. I go straight to my knees. “You saw him and didn’t say anything.” He glared. He removed his shirt and his jeans. I don’t miss the wet spot I created while I was over him. He shoves his boxers to his ankles and doesn’t miss a second to feed me his dick.

I don’t even have time to catch a good breath. I immediately start chocking on it, my pussy throbbing in need of a release. Ashton’s hands held my head in place and went at it. I shut my eyes closed trying to concentrate on my breathing. 

“I can’t believe you two” I hear Luke grit out through his teeth before letting out a deep groan. 

Shortly after Ashton pulls away tugging my hair and spraying his release on my tits. For a moment I thought I was going to swallow it, it’s now wasted on my body. 

I’m in desperate need of a release and from the looks of it I’m not getting any. Ashton’s held a painful grip making me wince in pain. I grimace glancing at Luke who is rubbing Calum’s and his nut all over Mikey’s face. Michael looked glum. Worn out. Frustrated. Lips swollen, teary eyes, and I could see him swallowing emptiness. They weren’t gentle. 

I know I looked the same. 

“Fucking spoiled brats” Ashton mumbles catching his breath releasing my hair.

Michael and I are left on the floor on our knees. We know we aren’t getting the release we wanted. We also know it might be for the whole week. I can’t focus on anything other than the immense pressure that radiated from my clit. If only I would just reach out to Michael and ride him out. 

“My room, whole week” I see Ashton lift up Michael from his arm and lead him to the door before turning to me. “And to the both of you, do not fucking test me the whole week either” 

Luke walks behind them, I’m sure to clean up and head to bed or something. 

“You heard” I’m lifted from my elbow and shoved to Calum and my shared restroom. “A week”

anything, give it to me