#poly!5sos

“you’ve actually never had a threesome, y/n?” calum asked you. “no offense, but you’re kinda a whore.” he laughed. 

“shut up,” you said, throwing a pillow towards him. “some of us aren’t kinky freaks.”.

“i mean, he didn’t lie.” luke shrugged. 

you chuckled, kissing luke’s cheek. luke was definitely your closest thing to a “partner”, but there was definitely some erotic tension within the band. you’d shared makeouts with them all, and sometimes two of  the boys, but you hadn’t done anything further than that with anyone besides luke. 

“who here thinks y/n should have a threesome or moresome?” michael asked, ever the kinky one. 

the band was currently over at ashton’s house, trading song ideas and lyrics for the upcoming album, CALM. somehow, probably because of the talk over wildflower, the topic of conversation had changed from the album to sex and kinks. you didn’t mind, if anything, you rather enjoyed it. you’d been in the kink scene in your local community and online for a while, and the talk of having a hookup with more than one person excited you. 

“oh, i absolutely do,” ashton said finally, gnawing on his lip. “she needs it.”.

“says who?” you asked. “you?”.

luke snorted. “you know ashton loves to be in control. . .on stage and in the bedroom.”.

“i dunno, luke. you weren’t saying that after the youngblood release party,” calum scooted closer to the blond. “i definitely wrote ‘i love the way you’re screaming my name’ about that.”.

luke flushed, burying his face in your side. you knew he hooked up with the other guys every now and then, and for some reason, the thought turned you on more than it annoyed you. the blond was more often your dom than your sub, and the idea of him submitting to someone else was a very pretty image. 

“fine,” you said, cutting right to the chase. “i’ll do it. but you guys have to help.” you smirked, watching as their faces dropped. 

“are you actually serious right now?” michael asked, his dick hardening at the scene that was practically dangling in front of his face like luring a dog in with a delicious treat. 

“i am,” you nodded solemnly. “what? you guys are hot. just because you’re my bandmates doesn’t mean i can’t say that.”.

michael moaned, half joking half serious, laying himself on top of you and luke, placed perfectly so that you could both feel his raging hard-on. “that’s so fuckin’ hot.”.

“you’re a slut, michael.” calum groaned, before leaning in to softly suckle on michael’s pale, milky neck while using his right hand to slowly palm luke’s lap. 

the scene in front of you was already making your pussy throb with excitement and you crossed your legs, watching it unfold. before you knew it, ashton had come to sit beside you on his large, L-shaped couch. 

“not participating in the fun, sweetheart?” he asked you. “this is about you, y’know.” he hummed in your ear, voice husky. 

“oh,” you moaned softly as ashton ran his hand up and down your thigh. “um. . .”.

michael and luke looked at you when they heard you moan. being a bit more submissive than ashton and calum, they were eager to please you. luke pulled slightly away from calum, just enough to run his tongue across your jawline and lips, slowly inserting into your mouth and beginning to make out with you. by this point, all five of you were touching each other somehow; the whole scene was definitely leading to something more, hence why ashton stood up suddenly, hands on hips. 

“luke, michael, y/n. bedroom, now. we’ll be with you in a minute.” he said, nodding towards calum and asserting his “dominant” voice that you’d heard stories about. 

michael immediately scampered off, eager to have someone dom him and take control, but you and luke hung back a bit, eyeing each other. 

“are you two deaf?” calum asked. “go.”.

“what if i wanna dom?” luke asked as he licked his lips, ever the brat. 

“gee, luke,” ash hummed nonchalantly. “i wouldn’t want to have to punish you in front of y/n, now would i?”.

luke blushed a bright pink, looking over at you. “i promise i’m a switch.”.

“yeah, like twenty percent of the time,” calum snorted, teasing him. “now go.”.

you both looked at each other and giggled a bit. you took the blond’s hand and led him to ashton’s large primary bedroom. your face was already flushed and your sex was throbbing at the thought of watching luke get punished by either ashton or calum or both. michael had already propped himself up with a few silken pillows, completely naked and panting heavily as he tried to refrain from touching himself. 

“you really are a pro at being a whore, aren’t you?” you asked him. 

michael nodded his head, whining softly. “mmmmm, luke.” he moaned. 

luke laid down on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down. “awww, you want me to fuck you and have y/n watch? wanna get humiliated in front of the hot girl?” he asked, trailing his fingers up and down michael’s bare thighs. 

the green eyed-boy nodded, looking up at luke through his lashes. “uh huh.”.

you blushed, kissing luke’s neck. “go on. do it. humiliate him.” you smirked. 

luke turned towards you, pausing his seducing of mike. “you need to be a good girl first. strip.” he commanded.

you bowed your head and slowly pulled off your shirt, making sure luke and michael were watching. after you had tugged your shirt off, you turned your back so that luke could unclasp your bra. once he had done so, luke tugged off his own clothes, eyeing both you and michael in a seductive way.

“help please?” you asked him in a sultry voice, fluttering your lashes. 

luke smirked, landing a smack to your ass before undoing your bra and tossing it onto michael. “good fuckin’ girl.”.

you blushed and then slid your pants off, doing the same thing with your underwear. within just a few seconds, both your panties and your bra were draped across michael. the whole scene was like something out of a pornographic film, and you knew that ashton and calum would definitely be mad, but that wasn’t stopping the three of you. 

“kneel, baby.” luke said, denying michael of any attention that he was so desperately whining and moaning for. 

you immediately did as luke asked, blushing. “yes, sir.”.

luke eyed you up and down one time before smirking. “good girl. now watch.”.

he turned to michael and began to palm his dick, leaving hickeys across the boy’s pale tummy. you couldn’t help but to feel turned on by the scene, your stomach tightening as you watched luke’s fingers and large yet delicate hands work michael’s dick. michael began to moan, throwing his head back and wiggling against the sheets. 

“i know you can do it.” luke told michael as he pumped him harder.

you were practically ready to cum yourself as you watched michael grip handfuls of the sheets in his hands as he tried so desperately not to release. luke wasn’t showing the green eyed boy any mercy and it was hot. 

“oh god, luke.” he whimpered. 

“ah ah, be good for your guest.” luke told him. 

michael whined, wriggling and thrusting his hips. you crossed your legs and bit your lips, knowing you would be next for luke if you didn’t listen. even if he was a switch, luke always pushed you as a dom, but you loved it. finally, luke decided he’d had enough of torturing michael. he gave him one last thrust of the hand before speaking. 

“go ahead, honey. show y/n how pretty you are when you cum.” luke taunted, running his pointer finger down michael’s tear-stained cheek. 

he didn’t need to be told twice; michael immediately let go, covering his tummy and thighs, as well as luke’s chest in thick, white, ropes of cum. the boy panted as he rode out his high, grasping onto luke’s forearms. 

“huh huh…” he panted. “thank you.” he moaned tiredly, smiling up at luke with a sleepy, fucked out smile. 

“you’re welcome. good boy.” luke cooed, kissing his forehead. 

when you heard luke talk like that, you immediately let out a moan, crawling across the mountain of sheets towards him. “need you.” you whimpered. 

“did I tell you you could move?” luke asked, raising a brow. 

you shook your head, looking down at the bed. “no, ‘m sorry.”.

luke lifted your chin in his hand, glaring down at you. “you will ask me for permission in the future.”.

you nodded, a blush speckling your cheeks. “i understand.”.

“i think you need a little punishment, babydoll.” luke said, as he bent to reach into ashton’s nightstand. 

despite this not being his house, there had been many hookups in this room, and luke knew exactly where ashton kept his condoms. he retrieved one from the drawer, pulling it out of the wrapper and rolling it onto michael’s still-erect cock. the blond nodded between you two before sitting back and crossing his arms. 

“well, since you two wanted to be so naughty, go for it. i’ll join in when i feel like it.” luke said with a sneer. 

you and michael looked at each other, before the boy eventually bounded across the king-sized bed to you. 

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” he whispered, dipping his head. 

“on top.” you commanded michael, knowing that would leave a way for luke to join in, which you so desperately wanted. 

he slowly did as you asked, sliding himself between your wet folds and jerking back instantly, in an almost teasing way. “is this okay?”.

“it’s perfect.” you panted out, so beyond horny. 

suddenly, michael slammed into you in a way that you didn’t know he was capable of. he began to ride you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back. you quickly joined in, the tightness of your pussy and the way michael looked so pretty looking down at you making you so much more sensitive than usual. 

before long, you were already near orgasm. his hips continued to grind into yours, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing around the room. you wondered what ashton and calum were doing that they hadn’t heard what was going on, but right now, you didn’t care. 

“oh,” you whimpered. “oh, mike. gonna cum.”.

“not yet,” luke said out of the blue, straddling michael’s hips from behind. “you’re not cumming until i say so. both of you.”

the blond immediately slammed into michael’s pretty, pink hole with no lube or condom, making the boy cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. the scene was vulgar. michael was topping you, panting heavily as luke edged him, all three of you letting out sensual, seductive moans, whimpers, and pants. 

“gonna cum.” you and michael cried at nearly the same time. 

luke was also nearing his climax, but he was much more skilled at holding his in and being edged than you two were. 

“go ahead, y/n. cum for…” michael’s sentence was interrupted by the door flying open. 

“what is this?” calum asked, surveying the scene. 

luke immediately pulled out of michael and kneeled, looking down at the bed. “sorry…” he whispered. 

michael did the same, quickly covering himself with the sheets and hiding his face in a throw pillow. you straightened up, trying oh-so-desperately to clench your legs. the way the boys had interrupted you three was perhaps the cruelest form of edging there was. 

“save it, luke. you know what happens to naughty boys.” ashton sneered, sitting down on the bed and giving luke’s blond curls a slight tug. 

luke whined, his head becoming fuzzy as he slipped into subspace. michael was already in his headspace, but the way calum, who was his regular dom, was looking at him made him sink further and further in.

“i think luke and michael need to watch,” ash stated. “i know they’re the ones that started it. they’re just little sluts, right, boys?”.

luke nodded his head slowly, blushing. “yes, sir.”.

michael didn’t speak, but nodded his head, giggling softly.

“good job,” ash patted each of their knees, before roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. “as for you. . .”

he began to make out with you passionately, pinning you to the bed as calum stroked your inner thighs, exciting your nerves. you had never gone further than a drunken makeout with either of the boys, but you were so horny and so close to cumming at the current moment that they were absolutely turning you on. 

“look at her,” calum said, placing kisses on your thighs. “so desperate for cock.”.

you moaned into ashton's kisses, tugging on calum’s curls. the entire scene was beyond hot. all five of you were spread out across ashton’s large bed. luke and michael were sitting at the foot of it, completely naked and trying not to touch themselves as they watched the doms make out with you. calum was caressing your thighs with both his hands and his lips, kissing along your slit ever so teasingly. 

ashton had your arms pinned to the bed and was heatedly making out with you, every so often tugging on your hair. “you want me, baby? want my cock inside your pretty little pussy?”.

you whimpered and nodded, tensing and clenching your legs as calum hit a particularly sensitive spot. “oh…”.

“i’ll save the best for last. let cal have his fun. you two,” he nodded over at luke and michael. “get cleaned up and in pajamas. you’re going to bed without getting off, sweets. that’s what happens when you get the princess in trouble.” ashton’s tone was firm, but he did press a kiss to luke and michael’s forehead as they trudged into the bathroom. 

ashton leaned back against the headboard and pulled his shirt off, smirking to himself as he watched calum’s tongue edge closer and closer to your opening. the raven-haired boy crouched fully and slowly began to run his tongue along your folds, licking over your clit. 

if there was one thing calum was famous for in the bedroom, it was not giving a warning. he began to eat you out without a word, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole and going over your clit. you locked your legs around his head, crying out. 

“cal. feels so good.” you nearly hollered. 

he smirked, lifting his head up so he could speak. “need to cum already, princess?”.

you nodded your head, gripping the sheets and throwing your head back as deep, throaty moans elicited from your mouth. 

“not a chance.” he smirked, landing a smack to your ass as he ate you out faster and harder. 

by this point, tears were practically streaking down your cheeks. the lingering feeling of being edged earlier, combined with how good calum’s tongue felt against your sensitive nerves was pushing you over the edge. 

“please, need to cum.” you cried. 

“i know you can hold it, baby girl.” he moaned, the vibrations just feeding the feeling even more. 

you shoved your face into your hand as you cried, bucking your hips up. calum was just making you feel so, so good that your brain was overloaded. “please.”.

eventually, calum decided he’d had his fun with you. you’d been such a good girl, and for that, you deserved to cum. “go ahead, baby. cum all over my face.” he hummed. 

you immediately did as told, thrusting closer to him as you let go, your arousal coating his face. calum lifted his head up and smirked, wiping the liquid from his eyes. “good fuckin’ girl. she’s a good one, ash.” he said to his bandmate as he pulled off his shirt. 

you blushed, dipping your head as you caught your breath. “thank you.”.

ashton smirked, practically ripping off his pants after seeing what a good sub you were. “i want you to watch while i have my fun, cal. enjoy yourself.” he chuckled. 

although calum was also a dom, ashton had fallen into the role of lead dom for this particular scene. the brown-eyed boy removed his clothes when ashton spoke, ready to get off on the image unfolding before his eyes. 

the honey blond removed his pants fully before towering over your exhausted frame on his knees. you blushed as you eyed him up and down, staying a minute on his dick. he was much bigger than luke and michael and as you glanced over, bigger than calum as well. 

“suck.” ashton demanded. 

you moved yourself to your knees, kneeling before ashton and fluttering your lashes up at him. “okay.” you smiled shyly. 

you put his tip in your mouth, running your tongue over the head. slowly, you took more and more of ashton’s cock into your mouth. you were bobbing your head and sucking him off rhythmically, giving him quite good head. eventually, you reached the back of your throat and tried not to gag. the last bit of ashton’s nine inch dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you began to pump with your right hand. 

“good girl.” ashton moaned, throwing his head back. 

you began to bob your head faster and harder, matching the erotic noises coming from calum’s mouth beside you as he got himself off. by this point, michael and luke had returned from the bathroom where they had cleaned themselves up and were watching the current threesome with wide eyes. they were so used to being dommed by ashton and calum that although they weren’t getting fucked themselves, watching them fuck you was a treat in itself. 

“oh baby, makin’ me feel so good.” ash said, tugging on your hair and wiggling his hips.

you looked up at him and tried to smile, giving him one last suck as you felt his dick twitch, indicating his need to cum. 

“gonna cum, baby.” he panted. 

ashton pulled your hair tightly one more time before releasing, all of his cum shooting down your throat. you pulled off his dick, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling. you were absolutely exhausted and the feeling of ashton’s cum coating your throat was making you feel beyond good. 

“thank you.” you whispered. 

“you’re such a good girl.” ashton cooed, kissing your forehead. 

just as he said that, calum reached his own climax and came in his hand, moaning loudly. he smirked as he realized the other four of you had just watched him get off and based on the lustful looks in all of your eyes, you had enjoyed it. 

“that’s so hot…” luke whispered, blue eyes wide. 

ashton pulled a pack of baby wipes out of his nightstand and pulled a few out before passing the pack to luke. “help with aftercare, sweet boy.”

the blond began to wipe down calum’s chest and hand, leaving kisses along his tanned body as michael wrapped him in a cuddle. ashton did the same for you, wiping down your mouth and chest, making sure to praise you and leave kisses all over your body. he quickly wiped himself down before laying down and pulling you into his chest. 

you two scooted over to where michael, luke, and calum were laying. “band cuddle,” you giggled sleepily. “thank you guys. for helping me have my first group hookup.” you chuckled. 

“we should get y/n’s moans sampled into a song,” luke suggested. “that would sell so many fuckin’ records.”.

you giggled quietly, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. “i love you guys. all of you.”.

The streets are empty at this hour, but you move through the alley like you own it. Shoulders squared, chin high, you round a corner you’ve taken a hundred times and find yourself facing the same old nightclub.

Its neon sign burns a furious red, spilling eerie light across the brick. The glow has become almost comforting, like a wound you’ve learned to live with. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and head for the door.

The bouncer leans lazily against the frame, arms crossed, a grin tugging at his mouth. His eyes catch the glow and flash unnaturally bright. Too bright.

Vampire.

You pause, grinning back at him. He looks young—handsome in a rough way, tattoos crawling over tan skin, a streak of blond in his dark hair—but not the one you came here for.

Still, your blood stirs. He’s inside. You can feel him, the way the air sharpens before rain.

“You gonna let me in,” you drawl, folding your arms to mirror his, “or you planning to keep me waiting till sunrise?”

The guy hums, grin never slipping. “Doubt this is where you wanna be, sweetheart.” He drops his arms, stretching until his shirt rides up and flashes a strip of stomach. “Best get going.”

Your frown deepens, that pulse under your skin flaring again. He’s close—you can feel it. The breath you draw is pure habit, a relic of the life you left behind. You haven’t needed air since the night you were turned.

You flash a slow, devastating smile, letting your fangs slip free. His eyes catch them, and for the first time, his posture shifts—just a fraction, but enough.

“Surprised you don’t recognize your own kind,” you murmur, mock affection dripping like honey. “Or maybe you just don’t like me very much.”

He scoffs, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t know you. Must be a young one.”

The laugh that escapes you is light, amused—too amused. You shake your head and step forward, and that second wave of recognition slams into you, stronger, searing down your spine until your irises flare red.

“Never as young as you,” you whisper, low and dangerous. “Tell me—who turned you? Is he inside? Is that why you’re out here posturing like you own the door?”

“I’m with the band, too.” His jaw tightens. “What do you want?”

You lean back, letting the pull ebb just enough to smile again, disarmingly bright. “My name’s Y/N,” you say, tone suddenly casual, friendly even. “And yours?”

His hesitation is quick but noticeable. His gaze flicks past you, then back. “Calum,” he mutters.

Your grin widens, satisfaction curling through you. “Calum,” you echo, savoring it. “I know who turned you. And I think I’m here for him, too.”

Surprise cuts across his face before he can mask it. His brows shoot up, and when he speaks, his voice is taut with disbelief.

“Did Luke turn you too?”

You smile, a pitying tilt of your lips as you shake your head. “Never that,” you murmur. “Now, are you gonna let me in, sweetheart? I think you’re starting to realize you shouldn’t fuck with me.”

Calum’s brief truce vanishes. His eyes darken, and with an irritated sigh, he finally steps aside. The path to the entrance opens, and you throw him one last taunting smile before slipping inside.

The music hits harder once you cross the threshold, bass thrumming through the floorboards. Bodies pack the room, pressed shoulder to shoulder—mostly vampires. But you spot the glazed-eyed humans too, their necks streaked with blood.

You huff, shaking your head at the sight. Humans chasing venom highs had become far too common, and the addiction was every bit as vicious as street drugs.

For vampires, human blood was little more than sustenance. The real high only came from drinking your mate’s blood—the bliss, the euphoria, the intimacy woven into it.

It’s said to be orgasmic. At least, that’s what you’ve heard.

The connection here is overwhelming, almost suffocating. Every cell in your body hums with awareness of his proximity—so sharp, so consuming it feels like you might combust from the inside out.

You don’t know how it began, not exactly. Months ago, you were just another shadow on the street, stalking your next meal, when the world suddenly tilted. You collapsed, your body convulsing under the weight of something unseen.

The only way you’ve ever been able to describe it is this: the desperate gulp of air after nearly drowning. Since that night, the pull beneath your skin has been relentless, dragging you across the city until it finally led you here—into the heart of a vampire club in downtown Los Angeles.

You push past bodies, slipping deeper into the venue. His energy is a live wire under your skin now, closer with every step. Excitement sparks through your veins, impossible to ignore.

From the corner of your eye, a flicker of movement—dirty blond hair, a laugh so rich it seems to vibrate through your chest. You snap your head toward it, heart leaping, blood running hot with anticipation.

But there’s nothing.

Clicking your tongue in disappointment, you turn, deciding maybe the bar will give you a better vantage point.

You barely pivot before slamming into someone’s chest. Strong hands fly to your arms, circling your biceps to steady you.

The pull rips through you violently, dragging a gasp from your lips as you blink up—and meet a pair of striking green eyes.

He towers over you, tall enough that you have to crane your neck just to hold his gaze. Bright, fire-engine red hair sticks out wildly beneath a backward snapback, and a black metal bar glints from his eyebrow.

His pupils blow wide. A strangled sound catches in his throat as his grip on you tightens. His lips—unnaturally pink, almost feverish—part around a stunned breath.

“Are you…” Your voice falters, dizzy just from standing this close. “Are you Luke?”

The guy blinks, taking a few seconds too long to respond. He shakes his head, seemingly at a loss for words. “Not Luke,” he says. “Michael.”

The name washes through you in a delicious shiver. You smirk, Michael still hasn’t let go of your arm. 

“Hi Michael,” you purr. “I’m Y/N. And I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Michael snaps back to himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips before his hands slide down to your wrists. His fingers circle them tightly, almost possessive.

“So it really is you,” he says, a grin cracking across his face. “The one I keep feeling everywhere.”

You arch a teasing brow. “You’ve been feeling me?” you hum, leaning closer. If your heart still beat, it would be pounding.

“Everywhere I go,” he confirms, voice rough. “It’s like my fucking blood is screaming.”

The two of you push through the crowd, guided by that unbearable, magnetic need pulling tighter with every step. Every brush of Michael’s skin against yours is fire, and for the first time in months, a sense of relief washes over you.

Your search is over.

Just as you and Michael reach a secluded hallway, a figure peels away from the shadows. He looms—broad, imposing, a menacing silhouette framed by the pulsing red lights and bass-thick air.

But there’s no fear.

Only a pull. Stronger. Wilder. Twice as intense as before.

His eyes burn into the places where you’re still pressed against Michael, and your breath catches. Not from recognition—at least, not the visual kind. But something deeper. Older. Something etched into your very being.

When his eyes meet yours—blue, sharp, familiar—something inside you snaps tight. Then he looks at Michael, and his expression darkens.

“What the hell is this?” he asks, voice low and lethal as he pushes off the wall.

Dark blond hair curls under a snapback—another snapback; seriously, there must be a dress code—and his mouth is twisted into a frown, a black ring hugging his plush bottom lip.

Michael lets out a long-suffering sigh and raises an eyebrow. “Dude,” he scoffs, “you seriously couldn’t pick any other moment to interrupt?”

The pressure in your chest builds unbearably. It hits you all at once.

Michael is your mate.

So is he.

The blond’s jaw tightens. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I interrupt you trying to drag my mate into a back room?” His voice is frayed at the edges, barely containing the fury underneath. “Really, Mike—fuck off.”

“Who are you?” you ask, excitement prickling across your skin.

His attention shifts to you, and he blinks slowly. “You already know.”

Of course you do. The name had been whispered to you all day, a flash of blond hair at the edge of your vision. Luke. Your hand is still locked with Michael’s, the pull between you both only growing stronger.

“She’s my mate,” Michael snaps, chest puffing as he takes a step toward Luke. The air thickens, humming with tension, though the weight of it strikes you as more amusing than dangerous.

“Actually,” you cut in, and both of them turn toward you instantly. “I think you’re both mine.”

Michael scoffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. That’s never happened before.”

You shrug and pivot, your heels clicking against the floor. The door Michael had been leading you toward is only a few feet away. You sway your hips as you walk, knowing without looking that both men are trailing after you, begrudging and reluctant.

You twist the handle and push the door open, revealing a lounge tucked away from the noise. A small couch sits in the corner, and instruments—guitars and basses in a kaleidoscope of colors—line the wall.

“Luke, don’t fucking start,” Michael warns as he closes the door behind you. “You know I’ve been feeling her for months.”

You sink onto the couch, watching as Luke’s jaw clenches in irritation.

True, you’d only felt Michael’s presence for a few weeks. Still, it wasn’t surprising he’d sensed you lingering in the world, tethered to him.

A yawn slips from you, feigned or not, as you study the simmering tension between them. Luke is silent, arms crossed, his stare locked on you.

“You know what this is,” he finally says, voice low as he steps closer to Michael. “There’s no fucking way it’s both of us. You know it.”

A smirk tugs at your lips as a new thought blooms. “There’s always the option to fight it out,” you tease, your voice dropping to a sultry purr.

Michael’s mouth opens, then he shakes his head. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he mutters. He turns sharply to Luke, anger flaring. “Back the fuck off.”

Luke presses his tongue to his cheek, giving Michael an unimpressed look. “You’re starting a fight you know you’re gonna lose,” he says evenly. “I’ve felt her for years. Years. Do you have any idea what that’s like?”

“Boys,” you snap, leaning forward, elbows braced against your knees. “This is starting to bore me. Sit.”

They exchange a tense look, neither moving for a long beat—until suddenly they’re scrambling for space beside you. Michael crashes down first, practically falling onto the couch, while Luke follows with far more grace.

Both are rigid, fury radiating off them in waves. The realization that you are the reason for it fills you with an intoxicating rush of power.

You turn to Michael, cupping his face in one hand, brushing your thumb along his cheek. With your other hand, you do the same to Luke.

“Kiss me,” you instruct.

Michael lunges fast, but you dodge just in time, lips curving. “Nuh-uh,” you whisper. “You don’t get that yet.”

Luke seems to understand. He lowers his mouth to your jaw, lips grazing the delicate skin there. Your eyes flutter closed at the scrape of his teeth, a shiver chasing down your spine.

Michael lets out a frustrated grunt but relents, dragging his tongue down the side of your neck before kissing the sensitive spot just behind your ear.

A soft moan escapes you, one hand tangling in Luke’s hair, the other gripping Michael’s thigh. The pull toward both of them thrums through you, dizzying, irresistible, burning you alive with want. 

Luke pulls away with a growl, the sheer force of it setting the air between you alight. You blink at him, momentarily disoriented.

Then, without warning, he grabs Michael by the back of the neck and crashes their mouths together. A sharp gasp almost escapes you as you watch them collide.

Michael lets out a startled sound, but his hand rises instinctively to clutch Luke’s neck, and then he’s kissing him back. Their mouths move together sloppily, desperate, all teeth and need.

The bond surges through you, electric, and you press your thighs together against the ache. Your smirk grows as you watch Luke’s ringed fingers tear Michael’s hat off and fling it aside, tangling deep in his fiery red hair.

When Luke finally breaks away, his lips are swollen, breath ragged. Michael is left staring, stunned into silence.

That’s when Luke strikes again. He turns sharply, catching your mouth with his in a bruising kiss. One hand snakes down, sliding between your thighs, patting once before moving higher.

When his fingers brush the wet heat of your panties, a moan spills against his lips.

“You fucking asshole,” Michael hisses, dropping off the couch to his knees before the two of you.

You feel Luke smirk against your mouth. “May the best man win.”

Michael’s answering growl is the only warning before he’s prying your legs apart. Luke shifts your panties aside, a finger sliding through your soaked folds.

You moan into his mouth, fists clutching at his shirt, while Michael’s lips trace soft kisses up the inside of your thighs.

Luke pushes a finger inside you, curling it just right until your vision whites out—at the same moment Michael sinks his teeth into your thigh.

Euphoria detonates, the sharp pain of the bite blooming into raw pleasure. Your back arches, and Luke’s free hand clamps around your jaw, holding you still as his tongue teases along your bottom lip.

By the time Michael retracts his fangs, you’re already floating. Blood drips down your leg, staining the couch. Michael moans, his entire body shuddering at the taste.  His hands slide beneath your skirt, hooking the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs.

Cool air rushes over you, and you moan against Luke’s mouth. The slick sound of his fingers working inside you grows louder as he slips in a second.

Michael inches closer, his breath hot against your aching clit. Meanwhile, Luke drags his lips down your jaw and along your throat, sucking carefully at the soft skin.

Mindlessly, your hips grind against Luke’s fingers. Michael lingers, lips ghosting over the crease of your thigh before he finally licks a slow, teasing stripe across it.

Your breath shudders as Luke’s fingers find a perfect rhythm. His teeth graze your skin, never quite biting—just the threat of fangs pressed against your throbbing pulse.

The bond floods your veins, white-hot, and when Luke finally sinks his teeth into your neck, the sharp pierce nearly unravels you. At the same moment, Michael licks a slow, torturous circle around your clit.

Your back bows off the couch, their touch working in tandem to drive you mad. The connection thrums through you, hungry, insatiable, demanding more.

“Just like that, baby,” Luke whispers, pulling back from your neck. His voice is gravel, his lips wet against your ear. “Taking my fingers so well. You gonna tell Mike I’m the one making you feel good, right?”

Michael answers for you—his mouth sealing over your clit with a sudden, rough suck. Your legs quake, and a ragged cry rips from your throat as your fingers twist into his red hair.

He groans into you, pulling back just long enough to rasp, “Such a good fucking girl.” Then he dives back in, tongue flicking quick and precise.

A breathless laugh tumbles out of you, even as your body trembles. “Earn it,” you mewl. “Neither of you are earning anything at this pace.”.

Then—suddenly—Luke stills. His fingers stop, Michael pulls back, both of them pausing in confusion.

And before you can process, Luke sinks to his knees beside Michael. You blink down at them, dazed, venom-born euphoria still thrumming through your veins, every touch amplified to the edge of unbearable bliss.

You laugh, breathless. “I fucking love it when you fight.”

“I want a taste too,” Luke murmurs, parting your legs wider. He leans down, licking a determined stripe up your core that rips a loud groan from your throat.

Michael groans with you, his hand dropping to palm the bulge straining against his jeans. The outline is blatant, intimidating, and inviting all at once.

“That’s—” he cuts himself off, tongue darting across his red-stained lips. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Luke swirls his tongue around your clit, then pulls back just enough to lock eyes with Michael. One hand shoots up, cupping the back of Michael’s neck, dragging him closer.

“Then help me make a mess out of this pretty little doll,” Luke commands, eyes flashing a dangerous red. He pushes Michael down toward you, forcing his mouth between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as Michael’s tongue joins Luke’s, both of them working in tandem. They swirl, flick, and lap at your clit, the double sensation so overwhelming it knocks a gasp from your chest.

The sight is almost as consuming as the pleasure—the two vampires, lips brushing as they move together, tasting you at once, desperate and feral, their rivalry blurring into hunger. 

Luke pulls back, his thumb taking over where his tongue had been. “Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, eyes heavy-lidded. He spits directly on your clit, and you cry out when his mouth returns to it.

A teasing finger circles your entrance, slow and maddening. It slips inside easily—followed by another.

When you glance down, both men are moving together, fingers pumping in and out of you while their tongues collide over your clit.

One of Michael’s hands clamps onto your thigh, fingers digging in until more blood wells from the bite there.

You’re trembling on the edge, eyes locked on the two vampires between your legs. The rough scrape of their stubble against your inner thighs makes you gasp, and your hand shoots out to clutch the couch cushion, searching for something to hold onto.

Your mind unravels under the sensation. Their skin is icy where their mouths are blazing, the contrast overwhelming. Your vision blurs white.

With a ragged scream, you let go. The orgasm crashes over you, devastating and all-consuming, as you grind helplessly against their faces. They hold your thighs open, forcing you to ride it out, milking every shudder until you’re trembling in their hands.

“Fuck, that’s it, doll,” Michael gasps, his fingers still moving inside you relentlessly. “Just like that—such a pretty fucking mess. Isn’t she, Luke?”

You’re still trembling, your body trying to come down from the high. Luke pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“The prettiest,” he agrees, turning to Michael. “You’re not done, are you?”

Michael shakes his head, eyes burning. “There’s a mating bond to sate. Of course I’m not done.”

He lunges forward, crashing his lips to Luke’s again. Both of them groan into the kiss, mouths moving hungrily, and you watch with rapt attention.

Your hand drifts between your legs, circling your oversensitive clit. Your thighs are still quivering, but the sight before you is too enticing to resist.

“You taste like her,” Luke mumbles, licking into Michael’s mouth. “So fucking good.”

Michael trails kisses down Luke’s neck, drawing a groan from the blond. Then his gaze flicks to you, fingers working between your legs.

You smirk, letting out an exaggerated moan. “Don’t stop on my account,” you whimper, circling faster. “I like the show.”

Michael sinks his teeth into Luke’s neck, and the groan Luke lets out in response is filthy. Their hips grind against each other, desperate for friction, for some kind of release.

“Sit,” Luke rasps through a ragged breath as Michael licks a stray drop of blood from his skin. “On the couch. Go.”

Michael pulls back, one brow arched. Luke’s narrowed eyes leave no room for argument. With a low exhale, Michael steps back and drops onto the couch.

“Touch her,” Luke instructs, his voice guttural.

Michael’s fingers replace your own, circling your clit with the same pace you’d set. The pleasure spikes—sharper, more electric simply because it’s his fingers now.

Luke cups your face between his hands, forcing your gaze to meet his. Blood still trails down his neck, the red far too vivid to be human.

He ducks his head and crashes his lips against yours. You can still taste yourself there, faint but lingering, and you groan into his mouth.

Michael’s lips find your shoulder, one hand tugging your shirt down until your breasts spill free. Leaning lower, he wraps his mouth around a nipple and sucks.

Luke’s grip is iron, one hand fisting the hair at the back of your head as his mouth moves filthily over yours, tongue sliding past your lips to lick into you.

Your hands scramble to the button of his jeans, flicking it open with practiced ease while Michael keeps sucking and biting at your nipple, his hands never stilling.

You’re so wet the sound of it seems to fill the room, louder than the bass still bleeding through the walls.

Frantically, you tug at Luke’s pants, feeling the aching length of him straining beneath the fabric. When you pull his underwear down, he springs free.

Luke doesn’t release your face, kissing you like he’s drowning. Blindly, you wrap your hand around him, thumb smearing precum across his tip.

While one hand strokes him, your other reaches for Michael. It’s a struggle undoing his jeans with one hand, but you manage.

“Such a filthy fucking girl,” he rasps against your ear, fingers picking up their pace. You whimper into Luke’s mouth, grabbing Michael’s cock with your free hand and pumping at the same speed you’re working Luke.

Michael moans, hips jerking into your grip. Luke groans against your mouth as you work both of them tirelessly.

“I need one of you inside me,” you mutter into Luke’s kiss. “Please—it hurts. I need to be full. I need to be so fucking full.”

Luke pulls back, a trail of spit connecting your lips as he exhales shakily. His gaze drops to your hand stroking his cock, then flicks to Michael, who’s getting the same treatment.

“Get on top of him, then,” Luke orders, hands falling from your face as he steps back.

You scramble to obey, swinging a leg over Michael’s thighs and straddling him. His hands clamp to your waist, gripping tightly as if to keep you there longer.

Bruises will bloom there later—you’re already thrilled at the thought.

You glance back at Luke, who’s standing a few feet away, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily as he watches you and Michael.

Reaching for the hem of your shirt, you pull it over your head and let it fall somewhere in the room. The only thing left on you is your skirt, bunched at your waist and covering nothing at all.

You turn back to Michael, the pull flaring hot beneath your skin as you lean in and press your lips to his. Slowly, you begin to grind against him, dragging your folds over the length of his cock in lazy, teasing strokes.

Michael moans into your mouth, his hands clamping tighter on your waist. Behind you, Luke is gasping, the slick sound of him working himself to the sight of you intoxicating.

“Please,” you breathe into Michael’s mouth. “I need you.”

Groaning, Michael bites your lower lip and nods. His hand darts between you, gripping his cock to line himself up with your entrance.

He drags it through your folds one last time, the ridge of the head catching on your clit. Then, without warning, he lines up and thrusts into you.

The length of him splits you open, the stretch so intense it rips a cry from your throat as you sink onto him until he’s buried to the hilt.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you. Luke moans at the sight, still stroking himself.

It takes a heartbeat to adjust to Michael’s size, but your body welcomes him, the pull between all three of you reaching a fever pitch. You moan helplessly, eyes fluttering shut.

Michael is just as loud, hissing curses under his breath. “You’re so tight, doll,” he groans. “Taking me like a good fucking girl. I know I’m big, baby, but you’re doing so good.”

You nod, too far gone for words. Slowly, you start to roll your hips.

Luke moves closer, climbing onto the couch and gripping your jaw to turn your face to him. He taps the tip of his cock against your lips, the scent of him enveloping you as Michael thrusts deep inside you.

You whimper, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room.

“Open,” Luke orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You wrap your lips around the tip of Luke’s cock, eyes rolling back at the sight of him above you. Michael’s hands grip your hips, lifting and guiding you up and down on him; you clench around him with every movement.

Spit dribbles down your chin as you work to take more of Luke into your mouth. Your legs tremble, every nerve sparking with pleasure.

Luke lets out a helpless moan, head tipping back as his hips begin to thrust into your mouth. He’s big, too, and your body aches for him even as your throat strains to take him.

“She’s so warm,” Michael pants, hips bucking helplessly up into you. “So fucking tight. You gotta feel her—feel our little fuck doll milking your cock.”

You gasp, and Luke pulls back from your mouth. He meets Michael’s eyes, a matching glint of mischief darkening his features.

Sliding off the couch, Luke rounds you until he’s behind you. “Is that right?” he taunts, voice low. “Think this greedy little thing can take both of us at the same time?”

You sob, bouncing faster on Michael’s cock. “Yes,” you cry, every sound tumbling helplessly from your lips. “I need you both. Please—just fuck me.”

“Such a good little slut for us,” Michael coos, lips dragging along your jaw before sucking at the curve of your neck. “Fuck, you’re dripping everywhere. Making a mess out of me, hmm?”

You nod just as Luke presses his chest against your back. Your bare breasts flatten against Michael’s chest, and you feel the blunt head of Luke’s cock teasing where you’re already so full.

“Are you gonna be a good little thing,” Luke murmurs, hand gripping the back of your neck, “and let us stretch you out—let us claim you?”

You nod rapidly, incoherent sounds spilling from your lips. The bond thrums harder, calling for Luke to fall into place and seal what brought you here in the first place.

The mating bond.

“That’s our good fucking girl,” Luke groans, slowly pushing into you. The stretch was already intense, but with Luke forcing his way inside alongside Michael it becomes overwhelming.

Tears streak down your cheeks as Michael catches your lips in a heated kiss. Luke keeps pressing deeper until he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” Luke groans, forehead dropping against your spine. “Already full, and still sucking me in like a greedy little thing.”

You tear your mouth away from Michael’s just as Luke bottoms out, a scream ripping free. Instinct takes over, and your fangs sink into Michael’s neck.

The sweet metallic rush floods your tongue, the taste enveloping your senses as every nerve ignites. Euphoria crashes through you, your body shaking, your mind going hazy at the edges.

They’re both inside you. Both of your mates.

Michael lets out a strangled cry, grinding into you. Luke pulls back only to slam forward again, neither of them giving you a moment to breathe as they piston their hips into you relentlessly.

Your screams of pleasure break into sobs, your mind unable to comprehend the searing level of sensation. The obscene friction pushes you toward an orgasm far quicker than you’d ever anticipated.

Luke reaches forward, gathering a smear of blood from Michael’s shoulder with his fingers and then pressing them into your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around his digits, body rocking with each of their thrusts. Michael’s hand slides between you, fingers finding your clit with ease.

He rubs steady circles there in perfect rhythm with their movements. “Look at her,” he growls. “Taking us both so well. Doesn’t she look pretty with her pussy stuffed full?”

Luke hisses. “Wait until we’re both dripping out of her,” he snarls. “She’ll be leaving messes behind for days.”

“I’m gonna come,” you cry, burying your face in the crook of Michael’s neck. “Please don’t stop—fuck, I’m so close.”

Luke fists your hair, yanking your head back and using it as leverage to pound into you harder.

“Come for us,” he urges. “Need to feel this tight little cunt squeeze the life out of us. C’mon, pretty princess—don’t you wanna come?”

Michael’s fingers speed up, blurring with the rhythm of their thrusts. You shatter with a cry, body seizing and spasming as you clench helplessly around them, milking both cocks while you grind against them.

“Oh, fuck,” Michael manages before both men sink their fangs into your skin. The piercing pain blooms into overwhelming bliss, your stomach clenching as another orgasm crashes through you.

Pure euphoria floods your veins as their movements stutter. You convulse between them, their mixed groans a soundtrack to your never-ending bliss.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m coming,” Luke chokes out, a deep groan tearing from his throat. Michael follows a heartbeat later, moaning your name into your neck as the two of them empty themselves inside you.

Slowly, you start to come down. The bliss ebbs as their fangs withdraw, leaving you slumped between them like a corpse.

Well—more lifeless than usual.

“Fuck,” Luke hisses as he slips out of you, collapsing onto the sofa beside you.

Michael follows a beat later, and you feel both of their releases slick and warm on your thighs. The mess is too addictive to look away from.

You melt into the space between them, your brain still fuzzy from the bond’s aftermath. Michael’s hand drifts to your thigh, tracing lazy patterns against your skin.

Luke drapes an arm over your shoulders, tucking you against his chest before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You hum contentedly, throwing your legs over Michael’s lap.

“I guess both of you really earned it,” you muse, a helpless laugh spilling out of you.

Michael chuckles, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “You’re stuck with us forever,” he says simply. “And we’re all stuck with each other. Might as well enjoy it.”

Luke bites his lip, head tipping back with a groan. “Fuck, I can’t wait to do this again.”

You shift, stretching with a sinful moan that makes both men perk up instantly. “This time,” you purr, batting your lashes, “I want to see you both choking on each other.”

Yeah. Spending eternity bonded to these two doesn’t sound so bad.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You didn’t know how you got here. Back against Luke’s bare chest, thighs propped up on his, completely naked against him.

Whimpers and pleas spilling out of your mouth as Calum buried his head between your legs. Vigorously flicking his tongue at your sensitive bud as Luke’s hands rested on your tits.

Your fallen head against Luke’s shoulder, face in the crook of his neck desperately trying to keep your whimpers quiet.

You felt Luke’s hand grip your jaw, making you look forward.

“Focus, lovie.” He said, referring to the movie he had playing on the screen ahead of you. Calums assault on your clit had not slowed down, eating you out like a starved man.

“Please i-i can’t, p-please let me cum.” You stuttered, feeling yourself closer to your orgasm.

Calum slightly pulled away from your cunt, “I dunno sweetheart, don’t think you deserve it.” He fake pouted.

“Do you think she deserves to cum Luke?” Calum said, looking at the blue eyed boy.

You looked up at look him with teary doe eyes and pouted lips, hoping he would cave and let you have your release.

Luke looked down at you, mocking your pout, “ I don’t think so lovie.”

“b-but I was good .” You whimpered as calum buried his head in between your thighs again.

Luke roughly grips your chin, “don’t be a brat, you’ll get to cum when we’re ready to let you.”

“Now focus baby.” He said, turning your head to the screen in front of you once again.

Your head lolled side to side, your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt your release quickly approaching, legs shaking with anticipation.

“Okay lovie, you can cum, show calum how much of a good girl you are.” He said into your ear.

Calum slowly slipped a thick finger into your heat, thrusting at a quick pace paired with his mouth, while Luke’s fingers carefully tweaked with your nipples.

Your thighs began to shake with pleasure, soft whimpers spilling out of your mouth once again.

Calum pushed a second finger into you, thrusting at a pace you didn’t even think was possible, his tongue still vigorously attacking your clit. You could’ve swore you stars.

Your moans grew louder as you felt a gush of pleasure between your legs. Your body convulsed as Calum pulled away slightly to press soothing kisses on your thighs while you slumped against luke as he played with your hair.

“Did so good sweet girl.” Calum said kissing up your body, reaching your face and pecking your lips. “So proud of you.”

Your mind still fuzzy as you tried to find your surroundings again. Trying to sit up ever so slightly to regain your conscious.

“Woah, easy there baby, you’re still up in the clouds, yeah? How ‘bout we get you a bath and relax.” Luke said in your ear as he lifted you up and carried you to the bath.

Before you knew it, you were in the tub and both boys were dressed and sitting at the side of the tub, helping clean you up.

Why is everything moving so fast?

“You did so good lovie, my best girl.” Luke cooed, as he washed your body. Cal carefully combing his fingers through your hair.

Before you knew it, you were being lifted out of the tub and carried to the room. Cal had dressed you in an oversized t-shirt and panties.

You had opened your eyes to find yourself in between the both of them as you felt yourself coming back.

“H-hi” you stuttered as you looked between the two of them.

Luke took your face into his hands, “hi sweetheart, you went all floaty on us, cal make you feel that good?” He teased.

You buried your head into the pillow to hide your blushing from the both of them.

Cal wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, “no need to be embarrassed princess, I find it flattering.” He rasped into your ear.

*Lierra’s POV*

As soon as the concert ended, the couple rushed towards the backstage, they hoped to catch them before they could move on to the next venue. As they reached backstage, the band were half ready to leave. Iris was nowhere to be seen. They bumped to Helena though, “Look who we have here. The so called lovers.” She sneered. ‘Helena, please, we just want to talk to her.” Luke said. “Listen, Hemmings. I grew up with that girl. The last time I seen her like this, is when her sister died. I don’t know what you really did to her. But this past few days, what you made her go through, it’s unacceptable. I won’t let you hurt her even more again.” She said.

“I saw her as a sister. We’re family. Her bastard of a father left her for another family. He didn’t love her enough to stay. I don’t want her go through the same thing again. So whatever you are trying to do, if you ever think of hurting her, AGAIN? I’ll kill you both.” She said, eyes narrowed. “We not trying to hurt her, Helena. We just want to talk things out and settle this.” Luke explained.

“Uh-huh, talk. How am I gonna trust the both of you?” She said. “Look, Helena. We love her, and we’ll never hurt her-“ “Bullshit.” She was looking at them with a raised eyebrow. ‘Well, except that, but we didn’t mean it.” Sierra said. “You can’t just call someone names, then expect them to forgive you, Hemmings. “ She said. “I know. I understand if she didn’t. I just want to make things right. “ Luke said. “So please, let us make things right.” Sierra said.

*Iris’s POV*

“ Hey, lovebirds! Have you seen ‘Lena anywhere?” Iris asked the two. Maia and Julia shakes their head.

“Where are you, ‘Lena?” she thought.

She already checked the whole bus. So she could still be in the venue. She threw on a sweatshirt on walked out. “ ‘Lena?” She called out. No response. She went to check to dressing room, then the showers. She wasn’t there either. The last place she could be is the lounge. She heard talking and went in and see. “Helena?” She called out, her head poked out from the door. “Shortcake, hi.” She said, awkwardly. Iris were busy looking at the couple. “What are you doing here.” She said with a blank look on her face. “They came here to talk to you, bub. I tried to stop them, but goddamn they sure are stubborn.” Helena said, side eyeing them. Iris hid her smile with her sleeve. That sounded like them.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough? “ She said. They couldn't read her expression. “Thank you for your efforts, Helena. But I’ll can take it from here.” She said. “Alright, do what you need to to do. Call if you need help. I'll be outside” Helena said. She patted Iris on her shoulder and whispered In her ear, “You know I’ll support you whatever you do. Make the right decision. Trust your gut feeling.” Then she walked out from the lounge. Iris’s attention was now back on them. Her demeanour was calm and relaxed. And it’s making them nervous. She motioned them to the couch. “Sit. You wanted to talk, we’ll talk. Let’s settle this like adults.” She said. Sierra was the first one to talk. “We wanted to apologize, Iris. We fucked up. We fucked up big time, ”She said. Iris interrupted. “I got that from the first time. An apology doesn’t magically fix anything, Sierra. What Luke did, and what you agreed on, it destroyed me.

Luke looked down guilty. He had hurt her so much and not had a single care for the consequencenes. He was blinded by his anger to see the truth and broke the woman’s trust. The same woman that he grew up with, the one who puts all her problems aside like it’s nothing, just to help him for his. Sierra, felt the same way as Luke did. Their lover, who stood by them since the beginning, the one who loved the both of them wholeheartedly, who would worship them for the rest of her time, and they foolish act made her doubt her trust in them.

Before Iris could react, the blonde had kneeled in front of her, in head on her lap. “I’m so sorry Iris, this is all my fault. This wouldn’t happened if my stupid insecurities didn’t take control of my head. I thought that you weren’t happy with us. You’re always away, you’re rarely home. It made Sierra sad, and I was mad. You were always drunk and I was worried you’ll become what you were during Daniel and Meaghan-“

“Don't mention them.” Iris cut him off.

‘Sorry. Anyways, I was mad that you always stay out late and come home goddamn early in the morning. We wanted to know why, so we waited for you to come home. Then the news started showing the pictures of you with your friend and that’s when I snapped.” he explained.

“Luke-” Iris started.

“No,” he cut her off, looking up so she can his serious expression, “No. You have every right to be mad at me. I fucked up, Iris. I was so mad and so worried that you didn’t want to be with us anymore.” He said.

Sierra moved to sat beside her next, her beautiful brown eyes glistening with tears. “I’m so sorry, Iris,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she tried to keep her eyes on Iris’s. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve known better. I should've known what the media could do, that they lie. Writing false articles that could turn people against each other. I'm sorry we didn't listen. I'm sorry I didn't defend you. I'm sorry I agreed." she said.

"Please don't leave now, you dealt with us for this long, honey, please don’t give up on us. We were idiots, but we're your idiots that’s been in love with you for years. Let us prove to you that you can trust in us again.” He said. Their hearts feel as if it’s going to burst out of their chests as they waited for her response. They were praying that she'll forgive them.

Finally, Iris whispered, “Guys,” she tried, taking a moment to piece everything together. “You two can be such an assholes sometimes.” They laughed breathlessly at the words, waiting with sweaty palms. “Luke, I will always be there for you, and I'm still struggling control my addictions, and if you ever call me names again, forgiveness be damned,” Her voice was strict, and he nodded at her words. "Sierra, I understand, you did what your heart told you in that situation. It's my fault that you were upset."

In that moment , Luke shifts so that he’s was looking at her again. “Come back to us, honey,” he breathes, his eyes finding hers and holding her gaze, “tell us that you’ll come back to us, we’ll promise not to hurt you again. We’ll make up for all of your tears, let us give you the best years.” “Luke,” Iris brought her hand to cup his cheek. “I love you, bub,” you whisper and he feels his heart skip a beat at the nickname. “Let’s walk before we run, okay? .” Luke looks slightly crestfallen.

“That’s not a no. I’m still unsure, Lu. Give me some time.” She said. “We'll give you anything you want, honey. Just tell us that this isn’t the end of us. Tell us that we haven’t lost you yet.” Sierra said. “You haven’t lost me yet.” She whispered to them. They both moved to embrace Iris in their arms, giving small kisses and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

A cough interrupted their shared moment. It was Helena, "Iris, I got your stuff in the the bus, it's almost time to go." She reminded. She shifted for a little, the duo took it as a sign to get off. "We'll we see you again?" Luke asked. "We'll be heading to Dublin next. You can catch us there." Helena answered for her. Luke and Sierra nodded before hugging Iris one last time before heading off.

"I see that you three are back together?" Helena said. "Yeah. I guess we are." Iris muttered. "You guess?" Helena said, confused. Iris started to pick on the skin of her fingers. Helena noticed this and softly pulled her hands away from doing the action. "Let's get you back to the bus, okay buttercup?" Helena said. Iris nodded and followed Helena to the bus. "Hey, what took you guys so long?" Julia said. "We ran into some fans, they wanted to take some photos." Helena lied. She looked at Iris reassuringly. Iris shot a thankful one back. Julia shrugged and went to find Maia. "So what's going on? What are you not sure about?" Helena asked her. "Did I do the right thing?" Iris said. "Iris, if you don't want to, Me and Julia can talk with them?" Iris shook her head.

"Keep yourself together, Iris." Iris said. "Its fine, 'Lena. I can handle this. I need now...is a drink." Iris took a beer bottle. "Iris, are you sure?" Helena asked. "Yeah." She took a swig. "Iris. This is not healthy." Helena said. Iris sighed. "Do you that my sister would be proud of me now?" She asked. "Iris, of course she would. You made the dream you two had a reality." Helena went over and hugged her. "I miss her so much." Iris hugged Helena back. "But she would whoop your ass for drinking too much, so stop it." Helena took the bottle from Iris's hands.

*timeskip*

They arrived at Dublin. Luke and Sierra decided to give Iris a video call. Iris heard her phone ring. It was Luke. She answered, their faces popped up on the screen.

"Hey honey."

"Hey."

"Are you doing okay?"

"No."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Do you want this?"

"Want what?"

"This relationship with me."

"Of course we want it, what made you think otherwise?"

"It's just that you two would be better off without me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Before I came into the picture, you two were dating for 2 years, and you two seemed really happy. I'm just scared that you would want that back."

"Iris, why would you think that we want that?"

"..."

"We want you to be here, with us."

"Do you?"

"We do."

Iris went silent for awhile. "Okay." She said. "Are you going to concert tomorrow?" She asked. "Yeah, we're going. Ashton's coming along too." Iris nodded. "Anyways, you should get some sleep." Sierra told her. Iris hummed in agreement. "Goodbye, hun." they said. "Goodbye now." They ended the call.

Iris stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that happened.

You and Luke, writhing under Calum’s firm intentions while you came for a third time. You didn’t think the two of you conspiring without him would bring such desperation out of you--yet his quickness to tie both of you to the headboard inspired you to make a mental note to do it again. Your backside was still sore when you turned towards Calum’s chest. He seemed calm. Like he didn’t mind letting you finish the kiss or putting your head on his shoulder. You took the bait when you blem a mouthful of air in his direction, kissing him with intention. Luke’s lips were on the back of your neck when your hand settled on Calum’s zipper.

Being there--in the height of darkness--made you want to be deviant.

You settled between Luke’s legs when Calum’s cock was in your hand--lubing up his shaft with the tip of your tongue. His moans echoed off the stones around you when you took his shaft into your mouth. You could feel Luke’s hands on your backside. He touched you with the anguish of wanting to be included, pulling you off Calum’s length. Luke took your spot. He rubbed Calum’s shaft and made sure he stayed hard while he looked at you with bedroom eyes--the face that told you to get naked at least twice a week. The fantasy that seemed far fetched until that moment was happening, complete with Calum’s face illuminated by the moon.

You looked over the hedge of tombstones when your jeans hit the steps. Painfully aroused and cold, Luke’s hand settled between your legs when you sat on the edge of the steps. His fingers maneuvered blindly--meeting the fabric of your underwear. You moaned when Luke found your hole, gagging on Calum’s shaft when you bucked up to his steady palm. Luke sat up to pay attention to your sex--leaving Calum on edge. His fingers curved up inside of you with no warning. His shoulder flexed with every pump, leaving you breathless when he kissed your jaw.

“Is that all you can do?”

Enabling them was half the fun. You felt Calum’s chin on your shoulder when you faced Luke, who held on to the top of your right knee as he worked. He kissed you with the taste of Calum still on your mouth. Conjuring your arousal was Luke’s main concern when Calum’s hand found a place around your neck.

“How did it go, again?”

Calum’s voice was steady in your ear when Luke’s fingers pressed against a sweet spot. Your mouth half-open when you rested on his chest, trying to think about the dream. It was a sexual fantasy of being choked in a graveyard. You didn’t tell him until he coaxed it out of you. Just in case he found it odd--in effort to hide signs of trying it. But the three of you were there. Letting Calum lightly apply pressure as Luke moaned out of frustration.

“I choked you, at least that’s what you told me, and Luke was fucking you, right?”

You cried out. It was an intoxicating mix of taboo and dirty activity, complete with Calum whispering in your ear. You could feel Calum’s fingers around your neck--taunting you with the completion of your fantasy.

“I think Lu’s gotten you close enough.”

Luke removed his fingers from your sex to unzip his pants, suddenly at your side. He was breathy when he got needy--nibbling on your ear while you recovered with wet underwear and a pulsing core. Calum kissed Luke to bade his delay of attention. He was still holding you, listening to every noise you made, stimulating him with his cock halfway out of his boxers. Calum’s fingers found your sex again when you tensed your core--your neck angled back when he grazed over your wetness. Luke’s lips found a spot of skin to suckle on while he guided your hand towards his crotch.

You were torn between making him cum and making him wait.

Calum groaned at the visual of you and Luke--trying to keep himself calm as he teased you. His mouth quivered slightly with Luke trying to get a guarantee on his turn. You tried to keep yourself sentient to remember every detail, the fantasy that would serve as excitement in your head for weeks to come. You were interrupted by movement behind you. Luke and Calum looked at you with anticipation, occupying themselves with the tension between all of you.

Luke and Ashton are just coming back from a hike, you watch them slowly travel up the path to the lodge, the Aussies still not used to their snowshoes. 

Michael is in the living room behind you, passed out on the couch with his arm over his eyes. You listen to him breathe and there’s something about it that’s soothing.

You feel Calum approach before he says anything, his hand resting on your shoulder, “babe?” his voice is soft, you wonder if he can sense that something is off with you, “want to come help me cook?”

You turn to look at him, opening your mouth to respond.

“Or maybe just come and be with me while I cook?” he corrects himself. He’d not sure if you have the energy to help, he doesn’t want to pressure you. Calum has always been acutely aware of how to talk to you when you’re ‘in a mood.’

You nod, allowing him to help pull you off the window seat. His hand is warm and you suddenly realize how cold you are. Calum seems to notice as well, and he pulls off his hoodie in one solid motion, handing it to you. 

“Won’t you be cold?” you ask, looking at the tshirt he’s wearing. 

He smiles softly at you, “i’ll be fine, and it’s warmer near the stove, come see.”

In the kitchen, you find the oven door open. Nothing is inside, but the heat wafts out and you melt into the warmth. Calum smiles, he’s heated the oven just for you. He knows you enjoy it.

You look at the ingredients strewn about. He’s making soup, you’re not sure what kind, but some of the vegetables laid out are your favourites. 

The door to the lodge opens and Luke and Ashton enter. They’re laughing and Ashton shakes the snow from his curls. They both look cold, noses red, hair just beginning to dampen from the snow that they weren’t able to shake loose.

Calum nudges you with his shoulder, “if you’re not feeling good, maybe a shower would help.” 

He’s right. Showers and warm water are calming, and you know that as soon as Luke and Ashton sense that you’re sad, they’ll be jumping to help make you feel better.

You nod at Calum, offering him a small smile. You get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “are you sure you don’t need help cooking?” you ask.

“Nah, i just wanted you to stop looking out the window with a frown on your face.” he tells you, hand coming up to cup your cheek, “you know I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You approach Luke and Ashton, who are hanging up their jackets. Ashton turns to you first, engulfing you in a hug, “missed you.”

“How was the hike?” you ask.

“Too long.” Luke answers, pulling you to his chest when Ashton is done with you, “got lost.”

“We weren’t lost.” Ashton insists, “we were just- on the wrong path.”

You smile at them but Luke can see the sadness in your eyes. Even when you try your best to be happy, Luke, like the rest of them, always seems to see through the facade. “Are you okay?” he asks, hands going to your shoulders so he can get a good look at you.

You nod. For some reason, even if you’ve been keeping your emotions bottled up, all it takes is someone asking ‘are you okay’ and really wanting to know the real answer, for you to lose it. Your eyes start to well up with tears and Luke pulls you to his chest before they can spill onto your cheeks.

Ashton moves behind you and you find yourself sandwiched between the two men. 

“Let’s go to the shower, does that sound good?” Ashton asks, hands rubbing up and down your arms to warm you up.

You nod against Luke’s chest and the two of them help you up the stairs to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. It has a large shower, with a massive rain head that will cover all three of you.

Ashton sets the temperature, making sure it’s exactly what you like. He’s used to finding the right heat because he’s been with you for so long, and water as aftercare has always been a thing for him- whether it be a bath or a shower.

Luke helps you out of Calum’s hoodie, and then his own sweats that you’d stolen that morning. Luke pauses at the sight of you in one of Michael’s old ‘Idiot’ shirts. Luke wonders if perhaps these shirts are not the best things to keep around when you’re sad, if perhaps you’re wearing it for more than the simple reason that it’s soft and smells like the guitarist.

When you’re all naked, the two of them take you into the shower. There’s nothing sexual about it, they can sense that you’re not in that sort of mood. Instead you find solace in the arms of the men you love, the water warming your body and helping lift your mood. 

You’re not sure how long you spend in the shower. Ashton washes your hair with your favourite shampoo, massaging your scalp and making sure you’re clean. 

When you’re all done, the two of them dry off and then wrap you in a large fluffy towel. In the bedroom they help choose things for you to wear. Ashton helps you put on a pair of his sweats, then one of Luke’s shirts, a pair of big warm socks, and Calum’s hoodie. 

Once you’re clothed, Ashton kneels in front of where you sit on the bed. He cups your face and watches you, thumb stroking your cheek, “i love you princess.” he tells you, kissing you on the cheek, then your nose. He waits for a reaction, when you smile he pulls away and smiles back at you, “hungry?”

You nod, “yeah.”

The three of you head downstairs. Luke asks Calum how long it will be until there’s food and Calum tells you that it might still be a while. 

Michael is awake, sitting up on the couch. He notices the way you lean against Ashton and he can tell right away that you’re not in a good headspace. “Baby?” he asks, “wanna come cuddle?”

Ashton lets you go and you head to the couch. Michael makes room for you, pulling you so your back is to his chest. His breath is warm on your neck and he nuzzles his face against your skin, “I had an amazing dream about you.” he tells you.

Michael’s always been great at entertaining you with stories, distracting you from your low mood.

He tells you the story of his dream. It’s a little odd, and for some reason it features Harry Styles, which isn’t super surprising seeing as the two of them used to be close, it’s a nice dream. It makes you feel loved inside. His chest is warm and he holds you tightly, you know he never wants to let go.

Your eyes close as you listen to Michael’s voice. He’s sleepy, and his words sometimes slur together but you don’t mind. You begin to relax against him and soon you’re asleep.

Michael realizes you’re asleep and stops talking, his eyes also closing. It can be hard for him to fall asleep sometimes, but when he’s with you, it’s never an issue.

Calum and Ashton cook in the kitchen while Luke speaks in hushed tones, explaining the hike to Calum. Calum had chosen not to go because he’d seen the way you were acting in the morning. Luke and Ashton aren’t as good as Calum is at sensing your mood.

“Should we wake them up for food?” Luke asks as the soup finishes.

They all look to the living room.

“I don’t think so.” Calum says finally, “i think we should let them both sleep. I can heat soup up for them when they wake up, maybe we can all watch netflix later.”

“Sounds like a good plan Cal.” Ashton nods.

The blizzard continues outside, but within the lodge, you’re exactly where you should be. Things aren't always easy, but Calum, Luke, Michael and Ashton will always be there for you. 

Boyfriend number one, Michael Clifford, was currently having a long chat with one of his buddies at the ticket kiosk for the attraction, whilst you and the long suffering third party in your triad, Calum Hood, waited on a bench cradling warm cider drinks. 

“What’s taking him so long?” You grumbled, resting your head on Calum’s shoulder. “He’s only meant to be asking if we can go in yet.”

Calum wrapped an arm around you and pecked a kiss to your forehead. “Patience, sweetheart.” Your blue haired boyfriend chuckled. “With any luck, Luke will have changed his mind about letting us in for free and we can go home.” He shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even be mad about it.” You confessed, cuddling closer into Calum’s side. “We could just go home and drink hot chocolate whilst we watch scary movies and make out..”

Chuckling softly, Calum tightened his arm around your shoulders. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, sunshine.” He promised.

You grinned at the pet name Calum had used for you since the day he’d declared your triad official. He had one for Michael too, one that you’d found yourself adopting too, as time went by. Not that ‘Angel’ seemed all that appropriate for the blonde ball of excitement that you were currently waiting for.

As you say there with Calum, you couldn’t help thinking that the whole ‘being chased around a spooky house’ thing wasn’t really your idea of a perfect date. You’d agreed to it now, though, even if it was only because you wanted to get into the Halloween spirit more this year.

As Michael finally turned to head back to you, he had the biggest smile on his face. It seemed like your vague hope that Luke had changed his mind about letting you in, was slipping away by the second. 

“Luke booked us a slot at eight.” Your eldest boyfriend grinned as he jogged up to the bench and plonked down beside you. “Just enough time for us to finish these ciders!”

Calum passed Michael the cup that was resting on the bench beside him. “Good, maybe this whole thing will be more fun if I’m a little drunk.” 

The blonde man pouted, his impossibly pink bottom lip jutting out like that of a stroppy toddler. “You don’t want to do this?” He asked, a note of genuine disappointment in his voice beneath the sympathy craving whine.

Calum’s expression softened a little as he deliberately brushed his fingers over Michael’s when he passed the cup of cider. “We’ll do it for you, angel.” He replied gently. “It’s only fair that we all choose an activity to share with the other two.”

Nodding, you reach out to hold Michael’s free hand, tangling your fingers with his. “Yeah, I’m gonna make you watch every 80’s slasher movie I can think of.” You grin, excited to share one of your favourite parts of Halloween with your boyfriends for the first time.

“Yeah?” Michael asked, his smile brightening a little when you hummed your confirmation. “We should do that this weekend! I’ll order pizza and Calum can make us some spooky themed cocktails.”

Your youngest boyfriend rolled his eyes fondly as he grabbed Michael’s shoulder to pull him closer.

The blonde man giggled as he snuggled into your side so that the three of you were pressed together as closely as possible. “This is another reason why three is better than two.” You grinned as your boyfriends fixed you with confused glances. “Snuggle piles are even warmer!”

***

Ten minutes later, the three of you headed over to the ticket kiosk and the guy that Michael had been chatting to earlier grinned mischievously. He was dressed as some sort of ghostly butler, his grey face paint and spooky demeanour making you realise just how much you were going to hate this experience.

The bright smile on Michael’s face as he took the tickets was more than worth a half of hour of something you hate, though. He looked like a kid at Christmas as squealed between you and Calum, taking one hand from each of you. “This is gonna be fun.” He squealed.

“You’re ridiculous...” Calum huffed but the fondness I’m his tone betrayed just how much that spooky dork meant to him. 

You understand Calum’s feelings. Yours are pretty much identical. Both of your boyfriends have their quirks and flaws but you wouldn’t change a single one of them.

It comforted you, to know that Calum was just as apprehensive as you were about this whole experience. At least you had someone to share in your misery.

As the three of you made your way inside the attraction with a bunch of other Halloween enthusiasts, Michael’s growing enthusiasm almost made you forget how much you were destined to hate this.

“This is going to be so much fun!” The blonde grinned, dragging both you and Calum closer to the front of the little crowd. 

You exchanged a sceptical look with Calum before the two of you burst into nervous laughter. 

Luckily, Michael seemed to assume that you were both just as excited as he was for this little adventure.

Some woman dressed a floaty, old-fashioned white nightdress and ghostly make up gave a quick health and safety talk before a heavy wooden door was opened.

Thanks to Michael’s eagerness, you and your two boyfriends were among the very first to enter the dark room. Once everyone had filtered through from the entrance hall, the heavy door swung shut, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. 

After a few seconds there was a seemingly sporadic flash of light that illuminated the open space for a second. You just about managed to make out the shape of some ornate picture frames on the wall and what appeared to be large pieces of furniture covered with dust sheets.

It was only when Michael chuckled that you realised that both you and Calum had subconsciously clung to him, gripping an arm each. 

When the lights flashed again your were aware of faint figures moving erratically around the outskirts of the room, darting behind the large sheet-covered furniture.

Now it was completely official, you fucking hated this.

When the lights flashed for a third time the vague figures had become solid silhouettes. You had to remind yourself that they were only actors... They were just people dressed up and contorting their bodies into grotesque shapes. 

Upon the fourth flash, the actors scattered their ‘victims’ by running at the group, groaning, screeching or laughing maniacally depending upon their character. 

The lights finally stopped strobing after that. Settling into a dim red glow that cast eerie shadows and left far too many dark recesses for your liking.

You clung to both Calum and Michael as if you’re life depended on it. Every time you walked past something that appeared solid, an actor would jump out and it scared you every single time. 

The whole thing seemed far too funny to Michael as he led your little triad into the next room. At first it was pitch black, although you could hear footsteps and other eerie sounds echoing around you. 

When the dim red lights flickered to life you realised that it was a hallway that you’d stumbled into. There were various doors set into the wall as well as more sheet-covered items of furniture. 

Your heart sank as you realised that most of the passageway was too narrow for you and your boyfriends to continue walking side-by-side. The thought of walking through this hallway in single file was almost enough to make you cry. Michael was enjoying himself, though. You knew that this was a small price to pay to make him happy. Calum would agree with you, too, that was a given. 

A little group of giggling friends ran past your little triad, squealing giddily as they scampered down the corridor. You watched as they too, got chased onto the same room as the couple you’d seen a moment ago.

Deciding you just needed to stop being a baby, you straighten up, watching carefully as a couple up ahead of you got chased into one of the rooms by a gory ghost. 

As the three of you stepped forward, Michael took the lead, stretching his hand out behind his back for you to hold. Calum then manoeuvred you in front of him so that you were effectively sandwiched between your boys. 

It felt marginally safer to have a boyfriend to protect you from the and the back but you still couldn’t wait to be out of this fucking hallway. 

As you traipsed through the near-darkness, you tried to remember the exact spot that the actors were hiding in before they chased those other people. It was really hard to tell, but you thought you remembered and were somewhat relieved when you walked passed the little recess without incident. Maybe those actors had some compassion after all. 

Your relief was very short lived, however. As you neared the end of the corridor you noticed that the light was disappearing altogether and the sounds of other people being terrorised by actors were becoming fainter by the second.

“Mike are you sure this is the right way?” You asked cautiously. “Everyone else went into one of those rooms...”

“It’s like a maze in here, babe.” Michael replied. “There’re lots of different ways to get to the end.”

You had no reason not to trust him but you had a terrible feeling that you were going ‘off track’.

When it became clear that your group couldn’t go any further Michael was forced to try the one remaining door set into the wall beside him. You really hated the fact that it had a huge red ‘X’ pained in the centre of it.

You clutched both of your boyfriends’ hands as Michael led the way inside. The room was entirely black. There were no flashing lights or eerie red glow in this one.

“Mike I don’t like this...” you whispered as the door swung closed behind Calum. 

“Yeah, I don’t think this is right, baby.” Calum agreed. “Take us back to where those other people went.”

Michael huffed. “Fine, spoil sports!” He signed as he let go of your hand in order to head back towards the door. 

“We just want to get this over with, okay?” Calum groaned. 

“You two just have no sense of adventure!” Michael whined and you could hear the pout clearly in his voice. 

Calum made a disgruntled sound that also oozed impatience. “Just get us back on the right path, or I’m putting you on a sex ban for a week!”

As Michael made a distressed noise and began arguing why that shouldn’t happen, you heard a scampering sound and a faint giggle. 

“Can you two argue about this later?” You hissed. “I want to get out of here please!”

Your plea went unnoticed as your boyfriends continued to bicker. Before you had chance to ask them again, A faint light sprang to life at the other end of the room. It appeared to be the beam of a touch. 

“See!” Michael huffed. “We can go this way!” He swept off, his pace fast and determined as you scampered after him. 

You’d barley made it five steps when the silence of the room was broken by manic laughter and scurrying footsteps that echoed around the seemingly large open space. 

The torch light was moving now too, as though the person holding it was running away from you.

Even Michael seemed creeped out and broke into a run. You struggled to keep up with him and you hated not having his or Calum’s hand in your own anymore. 

For once, Michael proved too fast for you to keep up with. It was hard enough to see him in the first place, but when he veered off behind a stack of crates, you lost him completely.

Panicking a little, you turned around to try and see Calum but he seemed to have been left behind in your haste to keep up with Michael.

The torch light chose that moment to go out completely, plunging the whole room into total darkness as all the sounds stopped too.

You froze, listening to your own rapid breathing whilst you told yourself not to panic.

Just as you were about to call out to your boyfriends, a tiny voice whispered your name. It had to be Michael or Calum so you followed the sound cautiously. 

“Over here...” the voice hissed. “This is the way out...”

Your scared brain instinctively trusted the disembodied voice. You followed the sound behind a large pile of crates, hoping there’d be a hidden door there. 

“That’s right...” the voice whispered before calling your name again. It definitely wasn’t Michael’s or Calum’s voice, you could hear that now. 

Before you could call out to your boyfriends the torch light reappeared but this time it was right in front of you and it illuminated a distorted face - the gaping mouth, peeling grey skin and manic eyes pulled a loud, terrified scream from you. 

Before you’d even managed to gather your senses enough to run, all of the ceiling lights sprung to life, illuminating the large room fully. 

You were faintly aware of people laughing as you regained your senses. “That was great, Luke!” Michael giggled, appearing from the other side of the crates with a livid looking Calum.

“Thanks, man.” Luke smiled proudly, you guys were amazing subjects.” He laughed glancing between you and Calum. “I wish I could have filmed you.”

“That wasn’t funny, assholes!” Calum hissed angrily. 

“It was, though!” Michael argued, still laughing. If his smiling face wasn’t so beautiful you’d have been tempted to rip it off. 

“Your ban’s just been upped to two weeks, you little shit.” Calum growled, stepping forward to wrap you in a hug. “And I won’t even let you watch us either.”

Michael protested with a sulky noise but Calum silenced him with a look. Fuck, that man was hot when he was stern and/or angry. Luckily, Michael knew when to back to back down.

“Tough luck, mate.” Luke smirked at Michael. “Looks like you’ve got some grovelling to do.”

Calum turned to face Luke, his expression still foreboding. “Don’t even get me started with you, Hemmings!” He huffed. “I’ll find a way to get you back, too!”

Holding his hands up in surrender, Luke’s smile dropped a bit. “It was Michael’s idea...”

Your blonde boyfriend looked terribly guilty as his smile also faltered. “I promise I’ll make it up to you both!”

“Yeah, you can start by driving us home and making us hot chocolates, after that I’ll decide exactly what all of your punishments will be.” Calum sniffed as he pulled you close and lowered his voice so that only you could hear him. “We won’t let him get away with this, baby.” He promised, aiming a cheeky wink at you.