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➺ loooves watching you sink down onto his dick, every inch slowly disappearing into you as you whimper from how thick and long it is.

➺ “it’s too big…” / “you’re a big girl, darling. you can take it.”

➺ he’s a choker. whether it’s making out or him gliding his cock into you, his large and calloused hand is wrapped around your pretty little neck.

➺ this man is seasoned, so you know he’s taking his time with you. with your tongues fighting for dominance, his hands are roaming, keeping every part of you stimulated. it all feels too much, making you ache every time.

➺ when he finally hooks his fingers into your panties, he chuckles lowly when he feels just how drenched you got. “aww, this wet for me already?”

➺ he’s so stupidly teasing sometimes… mainly because he loves the power he has over you. rubbing his cock against your folds until you’re begging him to put it in already, using a vibrator to bring you close to your climax and then taking it away… he’s a menace.

➺ praise for days. he’s always telling you how good you feel or how you’re such a good girl for him.

➺ big on spanking. especially if you somehow made him jealous earlier that day or maybe you were just bratty the whole day.

➺ lingerie really gets him going. loves taking it off of you and loves shopping for it with you.

➺ “you gonna do it again? hm?” / “mm-mm…” / “use your words, angel.” / “no, sir.”

luke has been thinking about having this conversation for months. he’s not ashamed of you. he never has been. he just wants to stop all the hiding, all the lies in interviews and often there’s times where he wants to introduce the world to you.

it started when you both sat in your shared living room, you’ve always had a passion for songwriting and exposing your vocals but never taken up on putting them on a track. his guitar sat in his lap, fingers plucking strings in attempt to find a melody.

when he did, the lyrics came easily. all the words that sat at the tip of your tongue spilled out onto paper, written in foundation pen. you knew this song would sit deep in your soul for the rest of your life, you knew it would bring you something special because it brings you somewhere special. that place is with luke, sitting here with him blending vocals with an acoustic in the background.

this is where you want to be for the rest of your life.

the song made it’s way to the studio, where it became fully produced. luke wanted you on it, infact, he needed you on it. he believes your vocals are better than his, but you don’t believe it, but you trusted his word anyway.

it came to life with the band on it, the emotion cut straight to the heart. you can vividly remember the feeling of hearing it finished for the first time. you were silent the whole way through, taking the song in and experiencing it to it’s full potential.

even now, almost a year since it had been recorded, it still feels the same. it carries the same feeling in your gut.

luke pulls you out of your reminiscence, feeling the familiar dip in the couch beside you. he has his phone in hand, you can see that it’s open on messages.

his voice cuts through the comforting silence. “do you want to be credited on the song when it releases?” his australian accent deep while asking you something that could destruct your privacy in this relationship forever.

“people don’t know about us.” you replied. “they’re going to look at the credits and wonder who i am, then what?” you asked, your voice soft with slight concern.

“you wrote most of the song. i don’t wanna take that from you.” he reminds you, shutting off his phone and placing it face down against the leather material. “you know i wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want me to.” he says, his fingers sliding toward your inner thigh, squeezing the flesh. that sentence could mean one thing or another.

you have to ask him straight up, no more cutting corners.

“do you want to go public?” you ask him, turning your head and catching his blue eyes before he could look away. his hand stilled against your skin, lips folding into a line before responding.

“i said i wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want me to. take that as you will.” his voice had dropped quieter, like if he spoke too loud someone would overhear this conversation, though you were the only one in this house with him.

you stared at him for a moment, his response circulating your brain. you know that by this point he’s hinting at making your relationship something for the public eye to see. you can’t help but feel a want for this. it means you don’t have to worry about being seen with him anymore. you know that nothing could break you and luke up, no amount of hate will cause him to leave you.

“i can’t find a reason to say no.” you tell him and he nods, his hand losing the tension and he kneads your flesh once again.

“is that you agreeing?” he wonders.

“yeah, i guess i am.”

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure.” you nod, your lips stretching into a smile you couldn’t contain.

“okay.” he mirrored your smile, patting your leg before grabbing his phone again. “i’ll let someone know and we’ll post something, yeah?” he looked at you for assurance.

“yeah, of course.”

from that moment on, fans have been nothing but kind to you. occasionally you’d get recognised on the street, it’s something you had to get used to but it didn’t happen often since you were just a regular woman before any of this.

when the album released, your name was infact credited for the lyrics and vocals on ‘i’m scared i’ll never sleep again’, the song you poured your love into and now the whole world can hear how luke makes you feel. some fans have picked up on your voice in the background of the bridge and have complimented your pipes since.

it’s helped with growing your confidence too. you didn’t expect such a positive reaction to being luke’s girlfriend, but you knew from the start that this song would give you something good in return for writing it.

as the everyone’s a star tour came along, luke had invited you to the most special show of his career, madison square garden, and as the setlist progressed, the familiar sound filled the arena. he knew where you were sat, in one of the boxes hidden from sight but he could see you.

he could spot you in any room.

he sung the lyrics to you with the widest smile. everyone noticed where he was looking by the end when he blew a kiss your way. his affection stayed permanent, even while he was on stage.

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That day you were sitting on the sofa in Calum's home studio, the band was discussing the songs for the new album, the production, but for you it was all like "blah, blah, blah", they weren't even singing or playing instruments, they were just talking about technical stuff, but you couldn't stop thinking about one thing that had been left unfinished.

You knew it wasn't just in your imagination, Calum had accompanied you on your previous outings with Ashton. It didn't bother you, Calum was nice and treated you both well, maybe too well. Occasionally you get closer, during sleepless nights or drunken revelries, there was a certain comfort in sharing.

You were together, it was impossible for them to ignore you like that, and yet no one seemed to even notice you were in the room today.

During one of the breaks, you took advantage of Luke and Michael having gone out to get water in the kitchen to approach Ashton.

"Hey, are you guys almost finished? I want to go home soon..." Your little smile might have seemed naive, but Ashton knew very well the suggestive look you had at that moment while you were playing with his hand.

"We're still working some things out, honey, we'll talk in a bit." He gently withdrew his hand, he didn't want to be rude to you, but he couldn't give you the attention you wanted.

"C'mon, don't leave me like this," you said, immediately taking his hand again and placing it on your cheek. You were burning up, but even that didn't change Ashton's mind.

Ash just gave you a smile like "Aw, what a shame", gently pinched your cheek and turned his back to go back to work.

That was... humiliating.

Your face turned red with embarrassment as you tried hard not to pout.

But you didn't give up, you turned towards Calum who was sitting nearby, looking at him to see if he had also seen what Ashton did to you. He glanced at it briefly and shook his head, amused by the situation. You complained while resting your head on his shoulder, with that victim look that always worked to get him to share his unfinished smoothie with you, but this time it was different. It was a request to do what Ashton didn't want. Nothing new.

"Put those paws away, you're not going to convince me." Cal whispered so only you could hear.

"But Ashton..."

"I'm serious, not now, kitten." His tone was still a whisper, but it felt more like a gentle scolding, and you didn't like it at all.

You tried to stay a little longer, but it was unbearable that neither of them loved you as much as you loved them at that moment.

Before you felt worse, you decided to get up from the sofa and leave the room. You knew every hallway in that house like the back of your hand, you had been there even in the dead of night, you didn't need any help finding the guest room. You slammed the door hard like a tantrum-throwing teenager and maybe you couldn't scream or get angry at someone, but you threw your bag hard on the bed, a couple of lipsticks, your headphones and your phone scattered across the sheets.

"Ugh, shit!" You were desperate, it had been a shitty day, and your own boyfriend had made you feel left out not even Calum did better.

You threw yourself onto the bed and in a bad mood began to put things back in your bag, the sound of objects hitting the leather stopped when you touched something at the bottom.

Out of curiosity, you took it out.

It was a vibrator about the size of your hand. You hadn't planned on using it at first, but the wait was agonizing. You knew Ashton would be a while, but you couldn't stand it anymore, so you just pulled your pants down to your knees and placed it over your panties. When you turned it on a sigh mixed with a moan escaped your lips, but you needed more. You removed your underwear, pressed the vibrator further in, squeezing your thighs together to feel it a little.

After a while, Ashton and Calum said goodbye to Luke and Michael in front of the house. It was starting to get dark and everyone had their own things to do. The sound of their cars leaving the house disappeared in a couple of minutes.

Only Calum, Ashton, and you remained. They both walked calmly down the hallway, messing with each other.

"That song was awful, no offense. But next time I'll put you on time out." Ash said, giggling, after giving Calum a light punch on the shoulder.

"What do you mean? You can't put me in time out, idiot" He pretended to be offended, making his usual exaggerated faces with no real substance.

There was an odd, different silence. "Can't I?" Ashton's question was lower than usual, he was looking directly at Cal. It wasn't rhetorical, but intimate, almost confidential.

Calum tried to keep the tone light, but he was failing; it was obvious who was in control. "No... you can't." His smile faltered as his gaze focused more intently on Ash's eyes.

"Seriously...?" Ashton's hands rested on his shoulders, gently pushing him against the wall of the dark hallway "...'cause that's not what you told me the other night." Ash was testing his limits, breathing so close to Calum's mouth. It wasn't long before he let out a laugh at the blush on his "best friend's" cheeks, because he knew he was the only one who could make Calum bend and kneel.

"Ash, get off me" Calum's tone was grave, but he knew it was pure condescension, he couldn't make him stay away even if he wanted to, so he asked in a low voice.

"Fine" walked away with a smile on his face, left with the small victory of confirming that he had him wrapped around his finger.

The tension was building as they walked around looking for you. They checked Calum's room, but you weren't there, nor the kitchen or the patio. And they were getting tired of calling your name, until Ashton heard a small noise from one of the upstairs bedrooms. Just to check, he opened the door.

You were there, sitting against the headboard of the bed, curled up with your arms around your knees, practically naked, with a red face and slightly messy hair. You felt a shiver run through your body when you saw Ashton at the door with the doorknob still in his hand. Immediately, nerves, heat, and embarrassment filled you. How the hell were you going to explain being naked with a fucking vibrator next to you?

"A-Ash, I..." You could barely speak without stuttering. You just wanted the earth to swallow you whole right then and there.

"What are you doing, babe?" Ashton didn't seem very annoyed or surprised. "Why are you playing with that? Were you so desperate for a little attention...?" His tone hovered between scolding and provocation.

His steps weren't quick, but they were firm as he approached you.

"No, it wasn't that..." Your cheeks were burning, you couldn't even look him in the eyes, it was nothing new for him to see you looking like a mess, but you knew Ashton was right and that was what embarrassed you the most, you needed himmore than you were willing to admit.

When he was at the edge of the bed, he took your face in his hand, pulling you closer while his fingers dug into your cheeks. "Don't lie to Daddy like that... you know I hate lies..." He whispered against your lips, there was affection in it, but Ashton wasn't the type to forget easily.

Calum whistled, leaning against the doorframe. "Did I miss something? Because I didn't know you were so quick at undressing someone." No malice in his words, only a certain admiration. His eyes observed your bodies without shame or fear; there was enough trust and even intimacy that nothing new was done to him.

"No, Cal, actually she was already like that" For a second you felt Ashton move a little closer, but it was only to grab the vibrator next to you and throw it at Calum.

Calum caught it cleanly, his hands getting wet when he touched it, he couldn't say much when he realized it was "Oh..." He gripped the object for a second before dropping it to the floor, a soft smile forming on his face as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

The light outside had disappeared, now the only thing that allowed one to recognize oneself was the faint illumination through the window curtains. The air felt heavy with that orange light amidst the darkness.

"You just had to be patient, baby. Now you're screwed," Cal said as he walked to the bed, taking off his shirt and shoes.

"What are you...? But... shit..." Your attempts to complain were useless, the suggestive way Ashton's hand was around your neck didn't let you think straight.

"Yes, Calum is right. You shouldn't have been so stubborn, now you deserve a rather... harsh punishment."

He also began to take off his clothes, it was difficult to divide attention between two people, but both were incredibly... strong at managing it. Ashton hugged you from behind, his muscles surrounding your neck and the lower part of your face, smothering any sound you could make. Calum approached, getting into bed as well. Right in front of you, he took your knees from underneath and lifted them until he had a perfect view of your pussy.

"You know... you look... beautiful, just like that... Isn't she, Ash?" His gaze swept over you completely, then rose for a second towards Ashton.

Cal's words sent a shiver down your spine. You had always had the doubt, but it was clear that there was something more between you, and none of the three of you seemed to deny it.

Ashton felt you tremble, and could only smile as his hand rose to your face, his fingers entering your mouth to entwine with the warmth of your tongue while he tightened his grip around your neck. You no longer knew if it was his skin or the heat, but he had you numb.

Calum wasn't merciful either, especially when he saw you so messy and beautiful at the same time. His hands, which had been caressing the inside of your thighs, moved to grip your hips tightly so he could pull you closer. He didn't even put his cock in you directly, he wanted to see you suffer a little more, so he just started rubbing it against your pussy.

"Fuck- Don't...!" You moaned, even though before speaking you thought you would sound 'normal', it was clear that from now on it would be impossible with two men testing you.

Ashton chuckled softly. "Don't swear in bed." His hand now covered your mouth tightly. He kissed your cheek as his muscles tensed a little more around your neck.

Calum's rhythm was getting faster and faster, the way his cock slid between your folds was torturous, but never deep enough to enter you.

After teasing you for a while, he finally thrust it in, without warning, just shaking you. Even Ashton had to adjust himself because he almost lost his balance. He didn't complain, he could take advantage of the situation and help a little.

The sound of his hickeys on your neck mingled with the sound of Calum fucking you. You were wet, which helped things go a little faster, but that didn't mean it was any easier, not at all. His cock filled you so completely it was hard to push it in any deeper. Calum's thickness had you trembling, sweating, and a little sore, but what was pleasure without a little pain? Maybe Ashton understood this because he kept squeezing your neck, partly because he could tell the tension in his arm had you panting, surrendered.

They were both equally unbearable. They didn't stop playing around for quite a while. At one point, Calum moved closer to you while still inside you, kissing the space between your neck and collarbone haphazardly, leaving a couple of drops of saliva there, before almost immediately seeking Ashton's lips as well. Ashton put his tongue in Cal's mouth, seeking to feel every corner, he knew that all of it was his. Their breaths trembled during the kiss as you continued trying to catch your breath and not lose control.

"Wait... throw her down on the bed, like this," Ashton whispered against Calum's lips. His arm finally released your neck and moved to your hip.

Calum pulled his cock out of you, and even though you were a little tight, it didn't take long.

The sheets beneath you were getting wetter, but neither of you gave a damn.

You stood against Ashton for a couple of seconds until he grabbed your hair. "I'm not finished yet sweetheart..." he said, pressing close to your ear just before pulling you down onto the bed, your face pressed into the soft pillow.

"Daddy...?" You barely tried to get up, but he pushed your head back down.

Ashton now positioned himself on top of you, his knees on either side of your legs while you were face down.

"Stay there." His gaze traveled from your back to your thighs, then back up again. His other hand cupped one of your buttocks as a dangerous smile formed on his lips. "Stay very still for daddy..." His tone was suggestive, heavy, he was clearly going to...

His hand rose and spanked you so hard it left a bruise. You screamed into the pillow and tightened your grip on the sheets, but you couldn't move because of his hand in your hair. He found the softness of your skin intoxicating, as well as the way it bounced when he spanked you. And you couldn't deny that you loved the way his hand clung to your skin through the sweat, you could feel his warmth and every squeeze that told you that you were not alone.

Calum tried to calm down, but seeing you guys didn't help, he was hard, that would be difficult to change tonight. Ashton spanked you again, this time without so much force, he just wanted to hear the sound of your skin against his heavy hand again.

And each of your moans was like a challenge to do it again, so Ashton didn't plan to stop, but he wanted to hear you ask for it. He wanted to hear it come out of you even if it was a mess, but he really needed to hear it.

"Say it." Ash called you by your name, his tone was still affected by desire, but now it was a little deeper, he was serious. Ashton pulled your flushed, sweaty face from the pillow, still holding onto your hair. "Beg me..."

"...please..." Your voice came out low, you were catching your breath but you knew it wasn't enough for him, so you closed your eyes tightly and opened them again.

"I told you to beg me... is that how I taught you to do it?"

Your gaze shifted for a second towards Calum; he was agitated, his cheeks were flushed, and his cock was hard just from looking at you. A small fire of rage ignited in your chest, and you began to moan on purpose.

"Please... please daddy, I need you..."

Ashton noticed the intentional lacisiveness in your tone and couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Don't do that" He threw your head back against the pillow while laughing.

"Sorry Cal!" you raised your hand a little "my bad".

"Don't worry..." He ran his hand over the back of his neck, it was obvious he had shuddered.

"Come closer, don't be shy now," Ahstok said with a smile, gesturing for him to come over.

As he drew closer, Ashton greeted him with another passionate kiss, his tongue desperately searching for his throat. One of your boyfriend's hands moved to his neck, feeling the vibrant heat of his friend's body, he wanted to feel him close, close, close...

When they finally broke apart from the kiss, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding, Calum approached you.

"Hey, princess, turn around, okay?" His gasps sounded close, leaving his warm breath against your cheek, which was slightly buried in the pillow.

First you supported yourself on your elbows to turn over, you managed to breathe fully when you were lying face up, several strands of hair fell on your sweaty face, your body was in full view of both men.

Cal was starting to sweat, though he didn't seem to mind. He lowered his head to your chest, resting his arms on the mattress, and parted his lips just enough to nibble and lick your nipples and the skin around them. The son of a bitch knew exactly where to find a sensitive spot. Although your hands went to his head to "move him away", when they touched his hair and barely moved it, you only brought him closer and closer.

Without explanation, he separated from your skin, leaving you somewhat covered in saliva, but the only thing that bothered you was that he hadn't continued.

"You're so cute when it's obvious you're enjoying it, you little slut..." Ashton suddenly pulled you by the legs, positioning himself between your thighs, you could feel his hard cock against your vagina.

Calum laughed quietly, now embracing Ashton from behind. You could clearly see the desire overflowing in his eyes, and he didn't take long to show it because while Ash held you to penetrate, Calum pressed his lips to the brunette's neck, sucking his skin to leave small marks while his hands gripped his bulging chest.

When Ashton penetrated you, it wasn't gentle at all. He didn't care if he was too rough, actually, he chose to go as deep as he could. Instead of pulling out and pushing back in, your boyfriend preferred to play with you, only pulling halfway out and then penetrating you again. That way it was faster, and he knew you couldn't handle his thick cock anyway. He could see it in how he filled you almost completely and how he always struggled to fuck you.

Calum's kisses and fondling left Ashton a little weaker than usual. He took less time to ejaculate, but he didn't do it inside you, he did it between your folds, leaving you sticky. He wanted to humiliate you a little just because you were holding back.

It was sweet how you tried.

That soft and provocative smile formed on his face when he saw your pout and those cheeks almost as red as your pussy at that moment.

"Okay, just come already, baby." He was still holding your hip with one hand, but with the other he slipped his fingers between your lips and began to caress your core a little, mingling with his own cum. He was definitely killing you, and shit... what a good way to die.

Although you had tried to resist a little longer, you couldn't hold on any longer, you were overstimulated and his fingers were testing you.

You leaned your head back against the pillow, finally coming between Ashton's fingers. He was satisfied with that small victory, though he still had something left to do, so he let you go.

You took advantage of the moment he let you go on the bed to catch your breath, you were sweating and your heart was still beating too fast.

"Cal..." Ashton turned his face to where his friend was kissing his neck.

Calum wasn't very aware, he too was quite overstimulated by the moans, the hickeys, the caresses, Ashton's body, yours, all at once it left him numb. "Mmh?" His eyes were a little lost, but he managed to move aside a little so Ashton could see him over his shoulder.

"You've been a good boy all night. Let me help you with that." His gaze dropped to his friend's hard cock, and as he turned around, he grabbed his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed.

Despite the darkness, you could see Ashton straddling Calum, stealing his lips in a kiss, a kiss that seemed only meant to stifle Calum's moans, because damn, Ashton knew all the most tortuous ways to make someone come.

Calum was a heavy machine, but so was Ashton, he could masturbate him with one hand without any problem. The worst part was that right after, he'd press the tip for a couple of seconds, just to keep him always on the edge.

Just looking at him made the heat rise again through your body, but you were already tired, so you focused on regaining your composure while listening to the gasps and moans.

The cool night air filtering through one of the half-open windows slowly dried your sweaty skin.