(A/N decided not to go with 3rd person pov. Took quite a bit of time with this one but I think it was worth it)
Warnings: smut, forced orgasms, cheesiness
You woke up to the gentle chatter occurring in the kitchen. Peeling yourself from Michaels bed, you went to go join in on the conversation. Michael insisted that you stay with him last night and you were too busy basking in the afterglow of your first orgasm given to you by someone else, to even think of a reason not to stay. It also didn’t help that Michaels room had a heat vent right above the bed, making it too warm and cozy to even reach a hand out.
You bid them all a quiet “good morning” while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You weren’t used to the change in your relationship with all of them, suddenly fairly shy around them with the power shift noticeably prominent. You knew they were all quite dominant in their previous relationships, having found that out during your game of truth or dare, and you were too inexperienced to even really know what you liked.
The conversation continued on as you poured a bowl of cereal before going to sit in your regular spot next to Luke. You weren’t awake enough to really pay attention to what they were talking about and didn’t notice when the conversation shifted to the topic of last night. You heard Calum speak, his words not processing through your mind until Luke was waving his hand in front of your face.
“Huh what?” You dipped your spoon back into your bowl, bringing a bite to your mouth.
“I said how did it go last night?” Calum asked while noticing how cute you looked just out of bed.
You nearly choked on your bite of cereal, not expecting the question. You finally got it down before answering. “Um yeah… it was good” the sentence came out rushed, words squished together. Your cheeks were heating up from recalling the events of last night. God damn it how did they make you blush so easily!
“Yeah? Mikey’s thigh felt good?” The question only made you blush more as you stirred the flakes in your bowl.
“You left quite a mess on my jeans that could answer the question for you” Michael teased. “We do have to work on your listening skills though. Nearly had to ask her to do something twice”
You met the gaze of Ashton. You could tell he was thinking, a playful glint in his eyes as he butted into the conversation. “We should have a safeword. That way if you’re uncomfortable with anything, say the word and we stop”
The suggestion was smart. You didn’t know what they were planning and it would be a good idea to have a way to tell them you were uncomfortable. The rest of the boys agreed with Ashton. It made sense especially if it’s your first time doing something.
“Yeah. It’s gotta be a word you don’t use often. I’d say stop would be a safeword but some girls have a habit of saying stop when they don’t actually want to stop”
You wondered if you were one of those girls. Wondered in what kind of situation you’d be begging them to stop without actually wanting to stop.
Since moving out on your own you’ve grown to find doing the dishes quite relaxing. The bubbles coming up to nearly your elbow as you scrubbed the pot. Calum decided he wanted to make spaghetti for dinner and it actually turned out quite delicious, but it did leave tomato stains on a few items. You’d offered to do the dishes since Ashton and Michael had to study and Luke did them last time.
You could feel eyes watching you as you placed the pot in the drying rack, only to grab the cutting board. Deft fingers moved the hair from your neck before soft lips placed a kiss over your pulse, making your breath hitch in your throat.
“How about I finish up and you go wait for me in my room?” Luke spoke lowly, a mischievous undertone in his voice.
You could only nod as you rinsed the bubbles from your hands before drying them quickly.
The soft glow of the cheap fairy lights that adorned the walls of Luke’s room made the space feel cozy and inviting as you went to sit on his bed. He had a lot of artwork decorating the walls and you admired them, trying not to let your mind race to think of what he’s got planned.
Time felt slower as you waited, it felt like an hour before he entered when really it was about six minutes. He was clad in a simple black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, his hair pulled up into a bun with a few curls cascading down the side of his face. Even in such basic clothing, he looked like a god.
“Should I tell you what I got planned or should you just wait and see?” He pondered aloud, the mischievous look still on his face.
“I think I’ll tell you” he said finally before peeling off his shirt. The lights complemented his skin, giving him a golden tone and showing off his natural highlights.
“Tonight we’re gonna work on your listening skills while I finger ya. Sound good princess?”
You wanted to melt into the sheets with the way his words affected you. Butterflies in your stomach was an understatement.
“It’s rude to not answer when someone asks you a question” he stated while sifting through his bedside drawer before placing a small clear bottle with a black label on the table.
“Y-yes” you finally got out, your fingers pulling nervously on the sleeves of your long-sleeve. Luke came to stand in front of you, your eyes drawing to the silver cross that hung around his neck. His hands tugged yours away from your nervous habit, pulling you to stand up.
Your tallest roommate never really intimidated you, his personality not quite matching with his looks. But now that you were in his room, with him shirtless and knowing what he was going to do to you, it was safe to say you were intimidated.
You were too shy to look at him, choosing to focus on where your hands met instead of looking at his smug face.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous” he mentioned as a hand came up to tilt your head up to look at him, the action only making you blush deeper. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your lips before taking your previous spot on the bed.
The new position made you both closer in height as you stood between his legs.
Your lips met again this time with a little more urgency. A hand held your jaw while the other was heavy on your waist. Yours came up to rest unsurely against his chest and you could feel his steady heartbeat.
You pulled away from the kiss to breathe, taking a slow shaky breath in a feeble attempt to calm down.
Be he made sure that didn’t happen.
The hand on your waist moved to pull the strings on your shorts, loosening them before watching them fall to the floor.
His eyes met yours, quirking a brow in question to see if you were going to protest but you just bit your lip and let him continue.
He pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side, before moving to lay against the headboard. You forgot you weren’t wearing a bra and moved to cross your arms over your chest but that only lasted for a moment.
“C’mere” he instructed, holding a hand out to you. You took it, now just realizing how large his hands were compared to yours. He guided you to sit between his legs, your back to his chest. The whole situation made you flustered already, but what only added to your nerves was the large mirror hanging on the wall across from the bed, giving Luke the perfect view of whatever he decided to do to you.
“You’re gonna be good for me right princess?” He questioned before pressing his lips to your shoulder, trailing along the curve of your neck. The action made you shiver and gulp. Again, you nodded but that didn’t suffice.
But that still wasn’t enough for him.
“How about you try ‘yes Luke I’ll be good for you’…and look at me when you talk”
You desperately wanted to disappear into thin air. Eye contact was never your thing. You took a shaky breath before looking at him in the mirror. He had the biggest smirk on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.
“Yes Luke I’ll be good for you”
The sentence came out needy, almost whiny. You were quickly losing your patience, just wanting him to get on with it
The praise sent a pleasant tingle throughout your body, prolonged by the fingers running up and down your thighs. You tried to press your legs together in an attempt to relieve the ache between them but Luke wouldn’t allow that. He moved his knees under yours and spread his legs, causing yours to spread with him.
A single finger skimmed across your clothed entrance causing goosebumps to appear across your skin. He pressed into you, causing your legs to twitch as he rubbed.
“Princess you’re soaking. I’ve barely even touched you” he shook his head, chuckling at your arousal. You didn’t really notice how wet you were. You guessed you’d just become used to a constant state of arousal now that your relationship shifted with your four roommates.
“Let’s get these off yeah?” He murmured before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
He didn’t leave time for you to respond before he was pulling the fabric down your legs, throwing it over to where your shirt laid. He spread your legs again, this time a bit further. If he asked, you could’ve cum right then and there from feeling so defenseless against the beautiful man behind you. He finally took pity on you, offering some relief from the tingle between your legs and working gentle circles on your clit.
Suddenly a rush of anxiety flooded your body. You wanted this. Bad. But the size of his fingers made you unsure. They were so much bigger than yours.
One of his fingers dipped to your entrance but before he could get any further, you spoke up.
A hum signaled for you to continue.
“Will it hurt?” You focused on the thumb rubbing against your thigh, forgetting his previous instructions.
“Look at me” he reminded and you met his eyes again. His gaze wasn’t harsh, more concerned for you. “It shouldn’t hurt. You’re pretty wet but if it makes you more comfortable I can use the lube. But if its too much use your safe word okay?”
“Okay” you whispered and you were met with a grin. He leaned over to grab the bottle from the side table, popping the cap and squirting a decent amount onto his fingers.
His other hand reached up to play with your breasts in an attempt to distract you from what he was about to do.
he came back to your clit, working his slick fingers on you before moving down to your entrance. He dipped his middle finger into you up to to the knuckle before a whine slipped past your lips.
“Yeah… more” you breathed out, making him chuckle at your neediness. He pressed on till his whole finger was in you before curling it and pulling back out. He repeated the rhythm a few times, you nearly losing your mind at the feeling, before adding a second finger.
“Oh my god” the stretch sent a delicious burn throughout your body, making your head spin while you leaned against him.
“Not god. Just me” you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he teased you.
You wanted to scream when he curled his fingers in you, the sensation unlike any other you’ve felt before. Your legs were shaking with how sensitive he made you and he could tell you were close. His thumb aided his assault by torturing your clit and you were clawing at his forearm in pure desperation.
“Gonna cum princess?” He spoke lowly
“Uh Huh” was all you could get out, to breathless to think never mind speak. But he didn’t care.
“Wha-?” You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly.
“Beg me to let you cum” His tone was demanding.
Oh my god. This guy was relentless. But you knew you couldn’t last much longer and so swallowed your dignity before looking up at him.
“Please Luke…please let me cum” you were nearly crying with how needy you were. He made sure to keep eye contact with you, his gaze fierce, before speaking.
He watched the way your eyes rolled back and your back arched off his chest as you released onto his fingers. Little gasps and moans fell from your lips as your vision went white and you collapsed back into him, struggling to catch your breath.
His attack on your center slowed only for a minute before he sped up to an even harsher pace than before. Your sobs echoed in the room, the only other sounds being his breath and the slick torment of his fingers. You tried to pull his arm away but your previous orgasm left your limbs feeling like jelly. Your further attempt to move away didn’t work either. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to him. You were trapped.
It wasn’t long till you felt the knot in your stomach become tight and ready to snap. Your cries became louder and little pleas whispered into the space let him know you were close.
“I want you to look at me when you cum princess”
You were gasping “yes” over an over again like a mantra, just begging him to give you the release you craved.
His fingers hit a spot inside you that made you scream before demanding you to cum for the second time. It took all the concentration you had to keep eye contact as you gushed over his fingers. He admired the tears that kissed your pink-tinted cheeks and the way your lips parted in an attempt to catch your breath as he worked you through your orgasm. Your entire body trembled as you came down from your high, eyes slipping closed from exhaustion. You felt his hand move from in between your legs causing you to whine from the loss of warmth.
“Good girl. I’m so proud of you” he praised before moving to lie you against the pillows.
He left for a moment, coming back with a damp cloth and a glass of water. He cleaned you off, the sensation of the cloth causing you to whine in protest of any more stimulation. The cloth was tossed with the rest of your clothes before pulling you to sit up and handing you the glass. You watched as he searched through his wardrobe, pulling out one of his shirts and handing it to you. It was the one you borrowed that one time when the dryer was broken and all your clothes were soaked. It also happened to be your favorite shirt of his.
He took the glass so you could put it on. It fit you more like a dress rather than a shirt but it was soft and smelled like him.
He marveled over how adorable you looked in his clothes, tired eyes threatening to close from the two orgasms he gave you. Crawling in beside you, he placed a kiss to your lips and you moved closer to be in his arms again.
“Sleep princess. I’m not going anywhere”
And with that you fell into a deep slumber, your last thought being how lucky you were that you had these boys in your life.
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