#ashton's jacket is a crop in this for me specifically as a treat

[otterlyart]

"I'm weak." "No, you're just hurt."

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Boys and Girls

Inspired by Boys and Girls by Alabama Shakes. A little sweet birthday blurb/mini fic. 

I am taking commissions by the way!

Calum likes to take it easy on his birthday. And she’s got a sweet little plan. 

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I’m rescuing you from the bars tonight. 11 pm sharp. 

Calum relays the message to Ashton, the man in charge of climbing-into-birthday-hours festivities. Calum’s birthday celebrations usually only went for a day. He liked having some time to be at peace during the day on his actual birthday. The idea of pre-graming his birthday the night before and then having a nice dinner the day of was ideal to appease the friend group that never fully needed a reason to go out onto the town. 

Ashton nods though at Calum’s request. “You know the party will be rolling on for a while if you ever care to rejoin us.”

“I’m aware,” Calum returns as his phone shakes again with a message from her. Wear something cozy too.

This is the sort of deal people get when they’re getting kidnapped you know, he replies with a grin on his face. 

Trust me, this is not the warning a kidnapper gives. 

Any clue on what’s going down?

No. No clues. 

That’s the last time Calum’s phone shakes from her. He assumes it might be work and doesn’t bombard her with any more messages. Though he does think it’s unfair, he doesn’t want to fully ruin whatever surprise she has planned. Both of them have been friends ever since Calum spilled his drink in the cafe that she worked. She wheeled the mop out with a laugh as Calum apologized profusely. 

“Accidents happen. Let me get you a refill.” She covered the spill, or at least the majority of it, up with the dingy yellow bucket, before going back behind the counter and washing her hands. The machines kicked back to life. She personally walked the drink over to him. 

“I swear I’m not this much of a klutz most days,” Calum sighed. 

“Well, I am. So let me tell you, it’s not the end of the world. Drink your coffee. The caffeine will get those motor skills right again.”

Calum was thankful that at this time of the day the cafe wasn’t busy or else the morning crowd running to get their caffeine before their days started would not have been pleased with his accident. After that, Calum returned to the cafe more regularly. She had memorized his order so that on sight she had the card reader ready as she ran down the specifics.  They chatted during her breaks sometimes. They grabbed lunch at the little Mexican restaurant across the street during her lunch break.

She was always planning something, Calum had learned. When he mentioned Duke, on more than one occasion, she asked about his birthday and what kind of toys and treats he liked. The questions had not prepared him for when she knocked on his door about mid-morning three weeks later with a huge basket in her hands. It was filled with toys, treats, and a couple other necessities like doggy bags and training pads. It didn’t stop her from mailing him flowers on Valentine’s Day with a note that read, Love sucks. But you don’t. So here are some flowers. Calum still uses that notecard a bookmark in all the random novels and collections of poetry that he reads. 

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The bars are packed; the streets are buzzing with people and heels clicking and loud laughter. It’s to be expected on a Friday night in a city is constantly on. Calum keeps a close eye on the time. He doesn’t dare want to miss his rendezvous time. He promised to share his location at 10:00 and again at 10:30 so she could figure how far into the city his friends had carried him. It’s early now, just barely ticking past 9 pm. They agreed to take the night slow so that everyone could actually remember ringing in the birthday and so Calum wouldn’t be sloppy when she came to get him. 

The first sip of alcohol burns a little--it’s not great. Calum screws his face up and wants to ask who the hell ordered the first round. But a mixed drink is slipped into his hands soon after. The nearly sour taste is gone under the slight fizz of his new concoction. They're ushered upstairs to VIP, hands stamped as they go. From above, Calum can see the mass of bodies on the floor below. He watches them, swaying collective in the first haze of alcohol slowly dulling his senses. 

The lights strobe, flashing reds, yellows, and purples across his face. Calum doesn’t really pay attention, attempting to suck in the smell of sweat and old alcohol. He lets the buzzing of the speakers blasting music crawl into his ear, peel back his eardrum and nestle into his brain. He takes another sip, feeling the warmth radiating from his chest. Laughter erupts from behind him and he turns to rejoin civilization, the collection of his friends settling onto couches. 

Calum nurses the drink until they decide to leave. He checks his phone again to see the time. 10 pm. They wonder for just a block before landing another bar. This one smaller, more intimate. When the whole group settles into a booth, Calum pulls up her thread. He slides right under the message bar and taps on the small Google Maps icon. It takes a moment before his GPS locates the address and he taps for it to send. 

She responds with the thumbs-up emoji before another one lights up his screen. I’m actually not too far from there. Let me know if you guys wander to the strip club. 

Calum can almost hear the sarcastic lilt, the little giggle she’d give if this were in person. There would be a seriousness to her face though. She’d laugh but her tone always told on her. Always said that she wasn’t truly joking. I won’t. Unless you’re working tonight, which means I have to, of course, support you.

I do not have the body for a stripper. But thanks for the vote of confidence you goober.

A can clinks on the table and Calum looks up. He recognizes that can anywhere and grins. “Thanks.”

It’s here, when the group shimmies themselves out onto the dancefloor, that Calum knows they won’t be heading anywhere else. He calls for a quick breather and leans against the booth and finds his phone. I think we’re here for the rest of the night. It’s 10:48 when he sends the text and pockets his phone again. He spies Luke attempting to pass along the wave but no one bites and he laughs into his can. 

One of their photographers and good friend walks over. “You waiting for someone or enjoying your birthday?”

“Both,” Calum returns, still grinning. He can feel his cheeks splitting a little with the slightly tipsy laughter that shakes him. Ashton’s attempts at teaching his dance are going poorly, but the older man refuses to give up. 

“Easy there big fella,” Calum bellows when another friend almost goes face-first into the floor. Calum helps him steady. “Dancing is not for you.”

They laugh in return. “Maybe not. No.”

Calum feels the shake in his pocket of his phone. He gives his goodbyes, though most of them don’t hear or don’t really acknowledge his parting. It’s 11:00 pm sharp when he steps outside and reads her text. Outside. He spies her, leaning against the front of her car. And he knows it’s her thanks to the banana colored leather jacket. She’s worn it almost every day it seemed that he’s known her. 

It was different for sure and it was starting to show it’s length of wear. But she wore it all the same and didn’t care. He checked the size once, plans brewing to maybe replace it with something similar or get another one. He spied one that was burgundy that he thought she might like. He wasn’t sure, but the cropped jacket had all the chains it could handle and he knew she like the zipper and chains. 

When he gets closer, she runs over and wraps her arms around his middle. “Hey,” he whispers, encasing her waist with his arms. 

“Hey,” she grins. They remain close, swaying a bit with the hug, for a few minutes. She pulls back first. Her smile is bright in the neon lights of the bar. “It’s a bit of a drive. But I brought snacks!”

Calum nods. “Snacks are good.” They walk to her car, though it’s not that far with his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist. “What’s in store for me?”

“Just you wait and see.” 

Calum can see Duke when he cracks open the door, curled up in her backseat. “How’d you get into my house?”

“You gave me a spare key you idiot. He’s a sleepy boy, so keep your voice down.” Calum is careful as he picks up Duke before settling into the passenger seat. The windows are cracked and when she finally gets up onto the interstate, Calum lets the breeze whip across his face, one hand gently petting at Duke’s head. 

Her radio plays quietly, much better compared to the rattle of the clubs where he couldn’t hear his own voice talking. The moonlight is bright on the clear night and even though the lights are polluting the sky, Calum makes a point to follow the moon as they zoom south on 110. As they pass buildings, Calum notes which windows are bright and which ones are dark. He wonders what’s happening there. If someone is gearing up for a late-night binge or if they are getting ready for the day ahead of them. What does it feel like to have a job where the clock starts dead in the night and ends when the morning sun has skirted around the horizon? The same could be said for his job, for his line of living but it’s different. He gets a break and snaps back to reality here and there. 

“Thanks for letting me kidnap you,” she says, as they get stuck behind just a small bit of traffic. 

“You told me that wasn’t a warning that kidnappers gave.”

“It is. But I never said I wasn’t a kidnapped. Besides you’re a grown man, is it still kidnapping? What’s the version for adults being snatched up?”

“I’m not The Google,” Calum retorts before pulling out his phone. For a brief moment he wonders if he should actually Google this question. The search history would not look good if something were to happen. But he knows nothing will. 

“According to The Google,” Calum starts, “‘A kidnapping does not have to include a child. To kidnap is to take someone illegally by force, whether they be adult or child.’ So, to answer your question, yes, it is.”

“The Google has spoken.”

Putting his phone into the empty cup holder, Calum reaches for the dial on her stereo. “Birthday rights?” he asks before touching the dial.

“You know you’re the only one that control the radio even if I’m driving. I’d murder anyone else.”

“I’d be careful about that kind of stuff. Duke is sensitive about that.”

“It’s not like I said I’d murder you. And if I did, I would steal Duke and run away.”

Calum squawks his laughter, wanting to hit her leg gently but reframing because of her driving. “That’s wrong on so many levels.”

“Duke would be the only one that would know. He’d rat me out. And normally, I’d say kill all the witness but I can’t in this situation.”

Calum just watches her in disbelief. The lights of the highway pass over her skin in patches. “God bless the person that snatches you up,” he murmurs. She looks at him, a bit of a glare and her lower lip rolls out. But then she laughs before turning her attention back to the road. “Where are those snacks?” he asks. 

She throws her thumb over her shoulder and Calum twists, to find a reusable bag full of snacks. He grabs the bag of cheez-its on top and pops open the mostly air-filled bag. The cheese dust falls a little and Calum makes sure to lean a little over Duke’s sleeping figure. The first bag goes faster than Calum cares to admit and when he goes back for another bag, she laughs. “How drunk are you?”

“I had a shot and two drinks!” he defends, popping open the second bag too. “So bite me.”

It’s when they find the shore and Calum catches the crashing of the waves that he starts to worry. No beach can be open at 11:53 at night. But as they near and he peers the sign, stating they’re 24 hours, he swallows back down the protest. The whole boardwalk is alive though. He can see the lights reflecting off the water and the line of neon lights. People are walking in and out of the dive bars and pups. “You know we could’ve gone to Santa Monica for the beach?” he returns. 

“Oh, c’mon that was a nice drive.”

He nods, taking her hand for a brief moment. They always have nice drives. Just feeling the wind and talking about everything under the sun. His eyes dance across the scenery. Duke’s aroused awake but Calum holds him close. She goes around to the trunk and it’s only the sound of it slamming close that gains his attention. She’s got a basket in one hand and the tote on her shoulder. “I can help.”

She shakes her head before trailing ahead of him. They pause for a moment to work off shoes before delving into the sand. Calum takes a deep breath of the seawater, the way it’s lapping at the shoreline. She places a blanket down not too far into their trek and Calum continues on, pausing to set Duke down for just a moment. Calum works up the legs of his jeans. The movement causes Duke to wake and watch. His paws hit the sand faster than she can catch him and Calum notices the clinking of tags before he hits the water. 

“I don’t think she’s prepared for wet dog smell for an hour, bub.”

Calum steps until the water hits his ankles and stops. The water is definitely cold. It makes him clench his jaw a little. But he likes the shock. Takes a bit of the heat off from the alcohol. He’s almost 24, almost inching towards more milestones in his life. He wonders what 24 will bring him--if it’ll be nice in love and bigger in success. Does he even need to worry about success?

How come 24 really doesn’t feel any differently than 23 or 22? Age was catching up, he noticed. His body not breaking down food like before, the random aches in his knees sometimes. Though he blamed too many punk jumps from the early days. Maybe just felt differently when he didn’t feel like he was racing against a clock or someone else’s expectations. His life was going well and that’s all he could really ask for. He still had his health, he could still spoil his mother and his sister like he wanted as a thanks to them. He could even spoil his old man and his friends. 

Yeah, his relationship with time had changed. He wasn’t running for anything and didn’t have to anymore. Things would come in due time. All he had to do was just be there for the opportunities when they came knocking. 

“Happy birthday!” she cheers. “Officially 12:01, January 25th.”

Calum turns to find her, not too far behind him with a cupcake in hand. “You didn’t tell me there were cupcakes.”

“There are always cupcakes!” She is not a singer. By no stretch would she ever consider the profession, but her voice is lovely as she sings Happy Birthday to Calum, standing in freezing water and the candle flickering in the breeze off the water. He worries that the flame will go out but her hand cups against the air and it remains lit. 

Calum’s gentle as he blows out the candle, eyes still closed from his wish. She pulls the candle free and shoves the icing into his nose. Calum huffs, attempting to lick it off. He’s thwarted by his own tongue and trying to keep Duke away from it too. Her giggles echo against the waves. He can’t even be mad. They hike back to the blanket and she hands him a napkin to clean his nose.

He swipes the icing off and dollops it onto her nose. The cupcake is still moist as he takes a bite of it. “I know it’s not a lot. But I know home means a lot to you.”

Calum’s quick to scarf down the rest of the cupcake. The drinks have him still just a hair fuzzy and he’s sure the sugar’s only going to serve him into a headache, but for the moment he can indulge himself into the sweet treat. She holds out the small gray velvet box.

“I’m just glad it’s not a giant basket of stuff like you did for Duke. Transporting that into my house drunk would be a stuff time.”

She snorts. “Which is why I’m sober. I’ll keep that in mind for next year.”

Calum looks at her, fingers still poised around the gray box. Next year. A funny phrase to think about when the hallmark of his physical body has already hit. “We’re gonna be friends so long they’re going to write stories about us.”

Her nod is curt. “Open the fucking present. I can’t wait for you to cry like a baby.”

He balks, eyes widening. “I would never do such a thing.” Her pursed lips and quirked eyebrow state otherwise. “Okay, maybe just a little.” 

The box is a little stiff to open and when his eyes land on the gold ring with two silver ferns etched into his, his heart races. His eyes sting a little. “Really?” He hates that she was right but the first teardrops and his lower lip wobbles a little. “For me?”

“I don’t know any other Māori men that would want a silver fern ring, so yeah for you.”

Calum doesn’t even slip it on. He just reaches out and brings her into his chest. “I love it. I love you. Thank you.”

“Love you too, Cal.” There’s just a moment’s silence before she pokes his side. “I told you you’d blubber.”

“Shut up. Let me have this moment. It’s my birthday, asshole.” She giggles into his chest but remains silent on the snarky remarks. 

Calum watches the ring catches the light as they return to the highway. The gold is bright and flashes. He hasn’t stopped staring at it and though he hasn’t gotten back into wearing rings too much, he knows from this moment on, he’s going to be wearing this one every day. The ferns disappear just a little when he tilts it away from him but when he brings the flat face back into his view he sees their etchings. 

Ashton’s messages are unanswered on the drive back home because Calum can’t bring himself to look at anything other than a ring and the girl sitting next to him. God, he’s lucky to have her in his life. They haven’t known each other that long, in comparison to the decade he’s spent with the guys. But the two years have been full of stupid inside jokes, like adding ‘the’ in front of Google and a constant string of text that consists of ‘you suck but you’re stuck with me. so I still love you’ and pictures of dogs she sees at work. 

It’s just past one in the morning when she pulls into Calum’s driveway. He insists on her staying the night since it’s so late and she has to be up early. There’s no real protesting, even as he shoves her into the bathroom to shower. “What about a deal?” she asks, watching him turn the water on. 

“No deal. Just stay here. It’s too late for you to be driving.”

“You can drive,” she grins. 

“I’ve been drinking so I will be driving nothing. Now, strip and shower. I won’t be hearing any further arguments on the case.”

“We’ve watched too many law shows,” she counters, leaning into the door. 

“Or maybe not enough,” Calum counters, kissing her forehead. He turns from the door, pulling at the sleeves of his jacket. 

“If I ever did start striping, would you actually come to the club to see me?”

Calum nods, a hum falling over his lips. She’s hidden by the door but her head peaks out over it. “I surely would. Once you got a solo dance, I’d spent a thousand on you in a heartbeat.”

“You flatter me, Hood.” 

“What else are friends for?”

The door creaks closed and he’s a little slow to take off his clothes. Soon the shoes, jeans, and shirt fall into a pile onto the floor. He has half a mind to kick them over to his laundry basket but he falls into his bed. She’ll do it and fuss the entire too at him. To his shock, when she returns, she falls into bed next to him. 

“I feel bad that I have to work on your birthday,” she admits. 

“You’ll be there for the dinner though, right?”

“Of course!”

“Then it’s all good, sweetheart.” She curls up under his sheets, Duke pressed into her chest. “Happy birthday,” she repeats, eyes falling closed. 

“You’re the best, ya know?” Calum returns. He’s sure she has succumbed to sleep and he’ll follow her soon into unconsciousness but he toughs it out a moment or two longer after her. “Glad you’re my best friend.”

He watches her chest fall evenly under the sheets. She’s asleep, he concludes when she gives no rebutall, so he clicks off the bedside lamp. “Ashton’s going to be pissed if he hears I took his place.” Her cheeks squished into the pillow makes her voice muffled as she speaks. 

Calum’s laughter shakes his chest. He finds one of the smaller pillows from behind his head and throws it blindly in the direction of her side of the bed. “Oof,” she huffs at the impact. 

“Tell him and I have to kill you.”

“Okay, secret’s safe with me.” More silence ensues. Calum feels himself sinking into the mattress. It’s not hard thanks to the alcohol making his limbs heavy. “For now.”

“Oh my god, if you do not shut up.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me with another pillow.” Calum gives no verbal rebuttal but finds the last pillow at his disposal and whacking her with it. “Ouch!” she hisses. “I’m not fixing you breakfast tomorrow then. Take that.”

“You mean later this morning.”

Calum gets a pillow to the chest and it partially clips his chin in response. “Hey!”

“Good night, Hood.”

“Good night, sweetheart.” The bed dips and then there’s nothing else. He just sinks, and sinks, and sinks. 

Tagging: @glitterlukey @5-secondsofcolor @irwinkitten @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles

[helplessly-nonstop]

Five of Sluts(5SOS smut)

So um... my thirsty ass decided that I needed to write a 5some, so here ya go. It’s kinda a CEO! Michael AU but it’s not specifically that. Just a sex club scene, no real plot

WC: 4154 words

Warnings: smut, brief mentions of reader’s kinks, thigh riding, Daddy!kink, Sir!kink, kitten!kink, Luke is a switch, overstimulation, oral (female, male receiving), bondage, gagging reader with panties, spanking, mentions of public sex, fingering, slight MxM sex, FxM sex, Michael is a bit of a brat tamer, unprotected sex(please use a condom) hair pulling, (there’s just a lot)

A chirp caught my attention and I looked up to see that my best friend had texted me with big bold capitalized letters,”OPEN WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE, THIS IS NSFW.” I raised an eyebrow at her message and snatched it off of my desk, realizing that she had attached a link to the conversation: bdsmtest.org. She had to be kidding me.

I clicked on the link holding it close to my chest so no one could see what was happening on my screen, then scanned the website’s information. It was a stupid test to calculate what kind of kinks you were into. I could not believe this.

I waited for my lunch break to take the test and when I finished the test, I stared at my screen for a solid fifteen minutes. Calling my best friend, I made my way to the elevator through the bustling people hurrying in and out of the large building that I worked in.

“So? What did you get?”she rushed out breathlessly to ask me my results.

“Trust me, man, you don’t want to see these test results.” I assured my best friend, heading up to the floor I work on. She let out a sigh then said,”Well, call me when you get out and we’ll talk til you get home, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Later, loser.” I ended the call and glanced down at my phone screen that held my results. I was apparently very diverse in my tastes.

Somehow in the midst of my clumsiness, my heel stuck to the floor and I stumbled forward, my phone sliding across the floor into a well polished dress shoe. A pale hand stretched down and they scooped it up, emerald eyes scanning the information on the screen.

Michael Clifford, my boss, was looking over my kinks. Someone kill me now. Shoot me through the window or something, anything to get me out of that situation.

“Miss. Y/L/N, I believe that is yours?”he asked, stretching my phone back. I opened my mouth to reply but he held up a finger, reaching into his jacket pocket before pulling out a card.

“Come here tonight.”he offered after I took the item he stretched out to me. And with that, he disappeared into his office, leaving me along with my stupid test results and a card with an address printed on it.

“I don’t know, should I go to it?” I asked, looking through my closet to help me debate my options. My cat, Salem gave a lazy meow in response and I rolled my eyes, snagging a black skirt that barely brushed my ass when I wear it and a pretty blouse that was low cut.

“Can’t believe that I’m really going to do this.” I murmured against smoothing my skirt down one final time as I got out of the cab, glancing up at the medium sized building that had a blinking sign that read,”Five of Sluts.” Just by the name, I’m tempted to leave, then I spotted someone watching me and that someone was absolutely gorgeous.

He had honey brown eyes and his face was obviously chiseled by the gods, with his tan skin skin complemented by the leather jacket that he was wearing.

“You lookin’ a bit lost there, pretty girl.”he stated, flicking away his cigarette after his last drag.

“I-I.. no, not lost, my friend invited me to come tonight and I’ve never been.” I informed him, stepping a bit closer to him. He hummed and nodded,stepping forward, before he asked,”So you’re Michael’s guest then?”

“Yeah, I guess you could call me that.” He flashed me a grin, white teeth shining under the lights of the sign, and he stated,”Come on in, I’ll show you where to find him, I’m Calum by the way.”

I informed him of my name as he kissed the back of my hand before he purred,”Just as sexy as the face it’s connected to.”

We walked inside and clearly I had misjudged the place. It was a thousand times worse. The first thing that I saw was a man tied to a cross, naked and his cock straining with a blindfold over his eyes. His partner stepped up in the stage with a crop and he flicked it against his hand, testing how much it was going to hurt.

“You’re obviously new to this.” Calum breathed in my ear and I nearly melt at his statement but then he continued to speak.

“That’s Luke and Ashton, friends of Michael and I’s. Luke, the one who tied up, is a switch but Ash almost never gives up topping. They’ve both got a bit of an exhibitionist thing going on right now.”

“Do they… have you ever had someone up on stage?” I asked, turning to face him. He gave me a stunning smile then answered,”Unfortunately no, I’ve never been able to find a sub willing to participate in public sex, but you, pretty girl? I’d gladly tie you to that cross and make you beg for me.” I gave a small gasp and he pushed up on my jaw, shutting my mouth, before he murmured, ”Wouldn’t want the wrong person putting his cock in there.”

“Miss Y/L/N.” Michael greeted, his arm winding around my waist. I turned to face him and my mouth watered at the sight. He wore a red flannel with a SnapBack facing backwards and black skinny jeans.

“Hello,sir.” I murmured in return, slowly dragging my gaze up to meet his eyes. He gave a panty melting grin then reassured me,”Please, call me Michael.”

“Sir is for later when you’re in private.” Calum informed me, taking a swing of his beer. My boss’ emerald eyes swung to my newfound acquaintance then he smirked, replying,”I see you’ve found my good friend, Calum Hood.”

“He encouraged me to come inside. I nearly chickened out.” I informed him with a small smile.

Michael gave a chuckle and tilted his head towards the bar as he asked,”Would you like something to drink?”

“Just a soda. I’m not in the mood for alcohol.” He nodded in understanding then left me alone with Calum once again, making his way through the crowd.

“Wait, where are we going?” I asked as Calum pushed me towards a sectioned off part of the room, where it was practically empty.

“VIP section. Don’t worry, Michael will find us.”he threw over his shoulder before lifting the rope, allowing me through. We settled on the couch and I chose the far corner away from him, my legs curling up underneath me.

His dark eyes flickered up after he checked his phone then he asked,”What’s the matter, pretty girl? You afraid that I’m going to make you come before Mikey gets his hands on you?” My thighs clenched together at his words then his large hand slid onto my leg, rubbing soothing circles into my skin with his thumb.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”he murmured, leaning closer. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my body, only to get a whiff of his cologne: cinnamon and a hint of chocolate, an odd combination.

“B-but-“

“Calum.” Michael bit out and my head snapped up as I practically shoved Calum off of the couch to get him away from me. The darker skinned man gave a laugh then laced his hands behind his head, shrugging. Michael handed me a glass then opened the Coke in front of me, pouring it slowly to keep the fizz down.

Laughter filled my ears and I turned to see two gorgeous blond men enter the room, both still shirtless. Then it clicked.

“Ashton, how was Luke tonight?” Michael asked, leaning forward to take a drink of whatever his poison was. The shorter of the two gave a devilish grin then locked eyes with me as he replied,”He’s the best fucking sub. Sucked my cock like a good little boy.”

My mouth popped open in surprise then the longer haired blond, Luke, asked,”Is she the one that Michael chose for us?”

“Wait, stop, I’m sorry, what? Michael, I don’t understand.” I asked, standing up and slowly backing away from the four men. My boss came to a stand and he grabbed my hands; whether it was to keep me from running away or just to keep me calm, I wasn’t sure.

“Miss. Y/L/N, do you trust me?”he asked, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. I considered the options that I had for my answers then replied,”Yes, of course I do. I just.. I don’t understand.”

“Yes, we gathered this. Listen, pretty girl, we want you to be our sub. You do what we would like you to do and we treat you like you deserve to be treated. You get to be fucked how no one else has been able to fuck you.” Calum interrupted, throwing his arms into the air when Michael shot his friend a glare.

“I..” I paused, taking in all of their expressions, before finally answering,”Okay. I’d like to try.”

“Oh thank fuck. That was about to be awkward as shit if you were to say no. We use the red for stop, orange for pause, and green for go. Let us know.” Calum informed me, before pulling me into his lap, my skirt riding up. His plump lips crushed mine and I moaned into his mouth, his large hands cupping my ass.

“God, I’ve been dying to kiss you all night, pretty girl.”he breathed, hooking the crotch of my panties to the side, lowering me to his thigh. I hissed at the contact of his jeans against my clit then he groaned, pulling away from the kiss. I panted softly then someone tangled their fingers in my hair and tugged backwards, allowing Calum access to give me hickeys.

My eyes fluttered open and I met Michael’s gaze, who motioned down to where I straddled Calum’s leg, ordering,”Ride his thigh, kitten. You can do it.”

I gave a hesitant look to him then the man in question wrapped his hands around my hips, dragging me across the rough material of the jeans. My head tilted forward and I ground down, trying to get more friction on my clit. I keened into his neck then I heard Ashton ask,”Are you going to make her come like that, Cal?”

“Only if Mikey lets me. He is the one who brought her to us after all.” I continued to rock into the pressure, eager for my orgasm when Michael snapped,”Don’t make her come yet. She needs to work for it, prove that she’s worth it.” I gave a small kiss to the skin of Calum’s throat and he gave a groan in return, hand tightening on my hip as he warned,”Don’t tease, pretty girl. It won’t end good for you.” At his threat, I started to rock faster, eager for the pleasure that was just a fingertip grasp away.

“Oh God, oh God, Calum, I’m gonna come, please let me come, I need to come, please, Daddy, please let me come.” I pleaded, a growl bubbling up his throat at the name I used for him.

“Come on, pretty girl, you can do it. Come on my thigh like the good little whore you are and I’ll be nice and clean you up. Come on, keep going.”he insisted, his accent thick and filled my head with dirty thoughts.

“Mikey, she’s gonna come soon.” Luke murmured, blue eyes glued to where I was still grinding against Cal’s thigh.

“Oh I know. Come on, baby, you can do it. Show us how pretty you are when you come.” Michael ordered, beginning to help as he drug me back and forth faster against Cal,causing me to sob into his neck.

“Come now, kitten.” Michael commanded, his emerald eyes glued to my face as my eyes tightened in pleasure, my orgasm finally hitting.

“Calum, oh fuck, oh God, please, fuck, fuck please!” I cried out, biting down on his shoulder. A groan filled my ears then gentle hands lifted me from Calum’s lap, carrying me into a bedroom, before laying me down on a soft bed, the covers enveloping me.

My eyes fluttered open as someone tugged my skirt and now ruined panties down my legs then I caught the hazel gaze of Ashton who was now settled between my thighs.

“Hi, beautiful, I’m Ashton.”he introduced, tracing his fingers up my torso slowly, teasingly.

“H-Hi.. Y/N.” I murmured back, causing him to laugh before he replied,”Oh I know who you are, sweetheart. Mikey doesn’t ever stop talking about you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ashton, before I let Cal do what he promised her.” Michael’s voice cut in through the heady atmosphere and I keened softly at his tone, the dominant statement rushing through my veins.

“Shh, baby girl, it’s okay. ‘M gonna eat your sweet pussy nice and good til you’re begging and crying for me to stop.”the blond chimed in, placing a kiss on my inner thigh.

“Ashton, please-“

“No, baby doll, come on, be good. Take another try.” I considered calling him Sir but when I remembered what he had called Luke when he first entered and I risked it,”Please, Daddy, eat my pussy.” He flashed a wide grin then trailed kisses up to my inner thigh, before blowing a small puff of air on my swollen nub, my body shuddering at the feeling.

“You’re so responsive, baby girl. God, I can’t wait till Mikey lets me fuck you.”he informed me, using his thumbs to spread my pussy lips open. Slowly, he leaned forward before sucking my clit into the inferno of his mouth, my hips arching in his hold.

“Oh God, please!” I cried out, one hand sliding through his hair, gripping tightly. He smirked and pushed two fingers into me, my walls clamping down in response.

“Ahh, it’s okay, don’t worry, it won’t be long til you’ve got something a little thicker and a lot longer than my fingers in your cunt. But til that happens, I think I’m just gonna curl my fingers up and fuck you.”he informed me, his tone nonchalant, like we were discussing the fucking weather.

“Daddy please! Please, I need to- oh God! I need to come, please!” I whimpered, fingers twisting in his hair. He groaned at the pain that raced across his scalp then tongued at my clit, flicking back and forth as he fingered me faster.

“Go on, Ashton, make her come again. She can take it.” Michael assured the blond between my legs. A grin curled against his pink lips before he sucked my nub into his mouth, never letting go as I thrashed in his hold.

“Oh my fuck, oh my fuck, ‘m going come, ‘m coming, please!” I cried, hips bucking up towards the pleasure racing through my body. He growled and pinned my hips to the bed, forcing me to drown in the delight of my orgasm, before he slowly pulled away, giving timid licks to bring me back to reality. My eyes fluttered open, a satisfied smirk stretched across his face, before he asked, “Are you okay, baby doll? You good to continue?”

“Y-Yeah. Just, give me a minute.” I panted, smoothing my hands down my trembling thighs.He crawled upwards, his hard cock bumping my folds, which pulled a moan from my throat, then he kissed me, equal parts of soft and sloppy.

“What a good girl you are, being so brave.”he breathed into the kiss, rubbing a calloused thumb over my nipple, causing my hips to jump.

“P-Please Daddy.. I need-“

“I know, baby doll, you just have to wait, okay? Wait for Sir to tell you what to do.”he instructed after giving me another kiss. I turned to stare at Michael who had unbuttoned his flannel, pale chest on display for all to enjoy, and whimpered, ”Please… please Michael?”

“No, kitten, be good, or you’re not going to get fucked.”he snapped, lifting two silk blue ties into the air. My teeth delved into my bottom lip then I pleaded,”Please Sir, please, I need someone to fuck me, please.”

He waved Ashton away and I let out a whine, annoyed that he sent the blond away, then Michael gathered my wrists together, tying them together, before he tied them to the bed frame.

“Sir, please, please, I need it. I need..” I begged, fingers digging into the knots. Calum stepped forward and dragged his fingers through my folds, asking, “You want my cock, pretty girl? Want me to pound you, fuck you til you’re mindless and you can’t stop begging for me to dick you down?”

I nodded eagerly but didn’t say a word. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

“You want Cal to fuck your pretty cunt, kitten?” Michael asked, clasping his hands together as he settled in the chair across from the bed.

“Yes, please Sir, please let Cal fuck my cunt.” I pleaded, thighs rubbing together in an effort to soothe the throbbing between my legs. His ruby lips curled into a wicked grin then he waited for a moment, thinking on what he should do, before he chirped,”Actually, I think I’m going to be the first to ruin that pussy of yours, if you’re agreeable, kitten?”

“Please Sir! Please fuck me, I’ll be so good for you!” A small groan let Ashton’s throat and I turned to the blond, eager to see why he was so riled but the sight that greeted me was one that I wasn’t expecting. Luke was now sucking his cock, the older man’s fingers tangled in his sub’s hair tightly.

“You like watching Lukey suck his Daddy off in front of you? Our baby is so good to us, kitten, but I’m sure that you’ll be extra nice to me, would you? Let me come in that pretty cunt till it’s dripping down your thighs? Is that what you want?”

“Please, please, please! Please fuck me, please come in me!” I begged, arms straining as I reached for him.

Michael smirked, pressing his hand down on my throat to silence me, before reaching for the button of his pants. I went quiet, watching as he pulled down his pants, his cock bobbing up to brush his stomach.

“Oh my God…” I whined, eyes widening at the sight. He was so thick and I couldn’t wait to feel how deep he would fuck me.

“You just can’t wait for my cock, can you, kitten?” Michael asked, beginning to stroke himself. I let out a small whimper and pleaded,”Please, Sir, please fuck me. I’ll be good, I swear.”

“I’m sure you will, kitten. Ready?” He crawled onto the bed after stepping out of his jeans then gave me a kiss, tongue lashing against mine, before he pulled away, gripping his cock.

“Gonna fuck you so damn good, kitten.”he snarled, teeth bared. A timid hand wrapped around my leg, helping me hook it around Mikey’s waist, and I turned my attention to the left, meeting the brightest blue eyes that I’ve seen in years. Luke gave a small smile and stated,”It’s okay, sweetheart, Mikey’s gonna take good care of you.”

“Luke,” Calum called to the blond, crooking his long fingers,”Come here.” I strained to watch what the dark haired man was going to do to the taller of the two, only for Michael to finally sink into my cunt, air blown from my lungs.

“Oh my fuck, yes.” I cried out when I was able to breath again. His large hand cradled the back of on my hair and I was somewhat surprised at his tenderness, only for him to yank backwards on my hair. I gasped and he pulled out slowly, asking, “You gonna take me good, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir, I will, please, I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ll be good for you, I just need you to fuck me!” I pleaded, arms straining against the blue material. His teeth sunk deep into my neck, sucking hickeys wherever he pleased, then he purred,”Alright kitten, I can do that.”

He set his own pace, fast and hard, with his large hands shoving my thighs open wider, then he snapped,”Watch me, kitten, don’t fucking move.” I stilled in his grasp even though I was desperate to move with him and I dug my teeth in my lip, watching as his muscles ripped with his effort. He grinded into me with a groan and murmured, ”Goddamn, sweetheart, what a sweet girl you are. You want to come on my cock?”

I started to debate on how to respond but before I could decide, my brain had another idea,”If you can even make me come.”

Collective gasps filled the air and that’s when I knew that I truly fucked up. Michael pulled out and for a moment, I thought that he would spank me or worse, deprive me of his cock, only for him to flip me on my stomach, pulling me up onto my knees. My fingers gripped the headboard tightly as he tangled his fist through my hair and yanked backwards, growling,”You're going to fucking regret that.” I let out a laugh and muttered,”Do your worst.”

He spanked me at my response and I let out a cry as he became to slam into me, his balls slapping against my clit, then he snarled,”Little brat likes running her mouth, huh? Not anymore. Calum, bring me her panties.” The dark haired man handed over my underwear and Michael stuffed them into my mouth, biting out,”This’ll teach you. Can’t say much now, can you?” I gave a small shake of my head then he continued to fuck me until the two of us finally fell over into our orgasms.

He unbound my hands, turning me onto my back, and pulled the underwear from my mouth, wiping at the corners of my lips, then asked,”Are you alright, kitten?” I gave a small nod and murmured,”Fine, just need a moment to breathe and some water please.” Ashton lifted my head and pressed the lid of a cold water bottle to my lips, allowing me to sip gently at the cool liquid, before pulling away.

I closed my eyes and Calum petted my hair, twisting the strands occasionally, then deft fingers found my clit and I arched with a cry, beginning to sob,”No, no, Christ, I can’t, please!” Luke made a soft noise in the back of his throat, more than likely to soothe me, then reassured me,”It’s okay, sugar, you can do it.”

My eyes opened and I tangled my fingers through his curls, tightening as he continued to rub soft circles on my clit. I bit my lip and murmured,”Well, I suppose you could make me come again.” His blue eyes lit up in delight then he asked,”Are you sure, sugar? If you don’t think we can handle it-“

“Please Sir, please fuck me. Please, I need to come around your pretty cock.” I pleaded, pulling a little harsher on his hair. He groaned, sucking a hickey on the underside of my jaw, and I heard Michael ask,”Are you sure you can handle that pretty pussy, Lukey?” His teeth sunk in his bottom lip then he growled out,”Don’t fucking patronize me, Michael. I know how to fuck a pretty girl mindless.”

“Then please do! Please, Sir, I need it, need it so bad, need your cock, Sir.” I whimpered, winding my somewhat boneless legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Luke let out another groan then slammed into me, balls slapping against my ass before he snarled,”Goddamn, you’re tight, sugar. I might not last.”

“If you don’t, I’m more than willing to make you come again. You and I both love when you’re overstimulated.” Calum chimed in, claiming the place beside us, tweaking both my and Luke’s nipple, earning whimpers from us. The blond swatted his friend and lover’s hand away and began picking up his pace, hiking my thigh higher for a better angle.

I gave a scream as he pressed his thumb against my clit, dragging another orgasm from me. My vision fluttered to black and I heard collective groans as Luke met his own orgasm, fists gripping the sheets tightly. He rolled away and cuddled into me, murmuring,”I can’t believe I made you squirt.”

“Dear God, he’s never going to let that die.” Ashton laughed, helping Michael clean me up. I smiled gently then kissed Luke, murmuring,”He earned it, he can brag about it.”