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dance in the living room, love with an attitude

authors: claire (@mermaidcashton) & laura (@maluminspace) ship/AU: michael clifford/ashton irwin, roommates AU prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.” wordcount: 10k+ warnings: swearing, implied & explicit sexual content a/n: • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (in which we all chose from a list of AU’s and had the above prompt quote to include - check out the masterlist linked to see everyone elses!) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘only human’ by the jonas brothers dance in the living room, love with an attitude *** The music was probably turned up a little too loud, but it helped to drown out the nerves starting to bubble away in Michael’s tummy. ‘I hope ‘Ashton’ likes MCR’ he thought as he half-heartedly wiped down the kitchen counters with a damp cloth. He wanted the place to look mildly tidier than it usually did for his new flatmate. First impressions counted for a lot, as his mum had told him twice this week already.

Once the splashes of milk from this morning’s mishap with the cereal had been washed away along with the crumbs from last night’s dinner of peanut butter on toast, he stole a quick glance at the clock on the wall over in the living room area. It wasn’t quite midday, which meant he had a little over an hour until his new roommate was due to arrive. That should mean that he just about had enough time to vacuum the whole flat and take a shower. Throwing the dishcloth into the little cleaning basket on the window ledge, Michael focused on screaming the lyrics to ‘Thank you for Venom’ and tried not to focus too much on the anxiety about the rest of the day.

Agreeing to live with someone he’d never met in person probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas. It’s not like Michael had been given much choice, though. His last flatmate had given him less than a week’s notice when she decided to move in with her short-term girlfriend and left Michael with a whole bunch of bills that his meagre paycheck could never stretch far enough to cover. Luckily, his best friend Luke had a work colleague who desperately needed a new place to live since his landlord had slapped him with a very short notice period to move out of his current flat. Luke had offered to give this work friend Michael’s contact details and the following morning, Michael had woken up to a text from a guy called Ashton who was very interested in Michael’s recently vacant spare room.

After explaining the cost of rent and other bills in a few subsequent texts, Michael had received a very grateful reply from Ashton asking if it would be possible to move in that weekend. Of course the blonde had agreed, eager to get the awkward first meeting out of the way as soon as possible.

Determined to get his most hated chore done before he could start collecting his thoughts and mentally preparing for the arrival of his new flatmate, Michael grabbed the portable hoover from the charging port on the tiny bit of the kitchen wall that was not taken up by the counters and cabinets. He was just about to press the ‘ON’ button when a knock at the door put an abrupt halt to his plans.

Michael huffed as he made his way over to the front door. The only people that had the security code for the entrance of the building were his parents and Luke, neither of which were due to visit today. That left only someone who had the wrong flat, or one other possible visitor; his neighbour, Calum. They’d hang out sometimes, whenever their days off matched up. Their shared interest in certain obscure and rare computer games and a mutual love of sushi and beer made for hours of fun without the chore of actually having to leave the building. Michael had definitely made sure to let Calum know that he was expecting his new flatmate to arrive today, though, so he was a little confused as to why his neighbour would be dropping by now.

That feeling only intensified when a glance through the spy hole on his front door revealed that Calum was accompanied by a stranger. He opened the door cautiously, still feeling a little bewildered.

“Hey, mate.” Calum grinned, waving a handful of unopened letters in greeting. “Just found this guy outside with a bunch of boxes. I knew you were expecting your new flatmate today, so I helped bring his stuff up.” His dark brown eyes surveyed Michael with something like confusion from beneath the rim of his seemingly ever-present black bucket hat.

Michael could only imagine that his neighbour was mirroring his own befuddled expression because Ashton wasn’t due to arrive for another hour. He forced himself to look over at the stranger, whilst his mind worked over what was happening.

It appeared that Calum was right in assuming this was Ashton. He was indeed carrying a large cardboard box labelled ‘bedroom’ that would definitely suggest he was moving house. There were also a bunch of smaller boxes piled against the wall beside the front door which supported that assumption.

“Do you guys need any more help?” Calum offered, “I’m free if…”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Michael cut in quickly. “We can take it from here, thanks Cal.” The last thing Michael wanted was more people to see the apartment in its current state.

“No worries.” Calum smiled, “You know where I am if you change your mind.” He turned his attention to his little fluffy dog who had been patiently waiting for his post-walk nap. “C’mon Duke.”

Once Calum and his little fluff ball had wandered off across the hall towards their own apartment, Michael turned his attention back to Ashton. Three things struck him about his new flatmate in very quick succession;

Ashton was incredibly hot. His curly black hair hung loosely around his handsome face, framing his chiselled cheekbones and clean shaven, angular jaw beautifully. His hazel eyes were striking from behind the horn-rimmed glasses perched neatly on his perfectly ski-slope shaped nose.

He looked vaguely familiar. Michael knew that he’d seen Ashton’s face somewhere before but it wouldn’t quite click in his brain. Not that it would be entirely surprising if they’d met before, they did share a close friend after-all. It just seemed a little off that Luke hadn’t reminded Michael of the occasion they'd met at before suggesting they live together.

Despite his silence, Ashton looked somewhat annoyed, possibly bordering on angry. That struck Michael as odd. He had been known to piss people off fairly regularly but seeing as he’d barely even spoken to Ashton, this would be an all time record.

“So you must be Ashton…” Michael smiled, awkwardly tucking a strand of his messy blonde hair behind his ear whilst offering his free hand out for his new flatmate to shake. “I’m Michael, or you can call me Mike if you want. Most of my friends do.” Ashton didn’t accept the offer of a handshake, in fact he made no movement whatsoever. He simply glared at Michael with an increasing level of irritation. “Are you kidding me?”

Michael knew that he was not the prettiest of people. He dressed casually most of the time and due to Ashton’s early appearance, he’d not yet had a chance to shower and make himself a little more presentable. He didn’t think that he quite deserved such a cutting greeting, though. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you yet, I was just…”

“You don’t even remember me, do you?!” Ashton interrupted, his tone dripping of resentment now. “Fucking unbelievable!” Michael couldn’t remember ever feeling more confused in his life. Ashton hadn’t mentioned that they’d previously met in his text messages so why would he be so angry that Michael hadn’t immediately recognised him now?

The newcomer’s harsh tone had caught Calum’s attention, causing the neighbour to pause in sorting through his mail and stare unashamedly at the scene unfolding across the hall.

“This could only fucking happen to me…” Ashton huffed, adjusting his grip on the box in his arms. “I get turfed out of my flat because my landlord suddenly decides he wants it for his daughter and just when I think I’ve landed on my feet with a new place, my new fucking flatmate turns out to be a one night stand who doesn’t even remember me! Talk about kicking a guy when he’s down!”

Michael barely registered Calum’s audible gasp as realisation crashed around him. Suddenly the memory of the beautiful man that had swept Michael off his feet at a bar a few months back replayed in his head like a movie he’d seen once but hadn’t been able to remember the title of. He’d only known the guy as Ash and he’d assumed it was short for Ashley. Despite the fact that Ash’s hair had been a sexy shade of crimson, styled in a neat quiff and he hadn’t been wearing glasses, it was definitely the same guy that was standing in front of him right now.

“Ash…” the word escaped Michael almost of it’s own volition. “But I thought that was short for… oh my god, this can’t be happening.” He cupped his own face in his hands as the reality of the awkward situation began to settle into the very fibre of his being.

“Wow, you can’t make this shit up.” Calum gasped, an almost delighted smile on his face. “What’re you guys gonna do?”

Despite Calum’s annoying rubbernecking, it gave Michael the perfect excuse to look away from Ashton for a second. “Well I’m gonna throw something at you, if you don’t get lost right now, Calum.” He hissed.

“He’s not the one coming across like a shithead right now.” Ashton scoffed, setting the box in his arms onto the floor. “Being a nosey neighbour still makes you a hell of a better person than the guy that flatters their way into your bed and gives you amazing sex but then gives you a fake number!”

“That’s right.” Calum agreed. “People that do that are the worst. At least have the balls to tell the other person you’re not looking for anything long term before you disappear the next day.”

“Calum, I swear to god…” Michael hissed.

Ashton shook his head angrily. “He’s right, if you never wanted to see me again, you could have just said. I wouldn’t have wasted some of my best moves on you.”

“Oh, what were the moves?” Calum smirked, prying his way further into the conversation.

His neighbour’s blatant disregard for the seriousness of the situation was annoying to say the least. It was also the last thing Michael needed to deal with right now. “Piss off, Calum!”, he snapped.

Duke yapped disapprovingly at Michael, his tiny eyes focused on the blonde man as his human’s smirk grew even further across his face.

“Oh, you can shut up as well!” Michael snapped at the tiny pooch. “Now you’re yelling at a dog.” Ashton rolled his eyes. “Maybe it’s a good thing you blew me off, looks like I had a lucky escape from dating an arsehole!” Michael really couldn’t envisage the situation getting any worse. At this rate he was going to be searching for another roommate instead of enjoying a pleasant lunch with this one, like he’d hoped.

“I didn’t give you a fake number!” Michael protested. “I swear, I’m not like that, and I really liked you! I broke my phone, the same weekend we...met.” He felt his cheeks begin to colour, trying his hardest to ignore Calum’s snort as he focused on Ashton’s disbelieving face.

“It took me two weeks to sort out a new one, I had a little pay as you go in between, I had a different number, and I-you did call, then?” Michael paused his blurted explanations to blurt out a question, instead. He had been wondering every time it was late and he was alone for 6 months whether or not he’d missed a call from the best one night stand of his life.

“Of course I did!” Ashton threw his hands up in exasperation, startling Duke and sending him scuttling back into the still-open doorway of the opposite flat. “I thought we had a connection, we said we wanted to see each other again; that doesn’t happen that often for me! Maybe it does for you…”

“Oh, it definitely doesn’t.” Calum smirked. “The only man who comes to see Michael regularly is the Domino’s delivery guy.”

Before Michael could blow up at him, Calum backed up properly into his flat, resting his hand on his front door. “It’s a shame, actually,” he continued, smiling encouragingly at his neighbour. “Michael is really a great guy. He always has time for me and Duke; whether it’s for beers, a listening ear, or belly rubs.”

He throws a wink to Ashton as he shuts his front door with a click. “I’ll leave you to figure out which one is for me. Welcome to the building!”

Michael knows he needs to gain control of the slightly-stunned silence left in Calum’s wake, fast. He needs to say something apologetic, or charming, or cool. “Do you like fish fingers?” Or that.

Ashton blinked a few times in quick succession, and Michael wanted to throw himself down the stairs.

“Do I like fish fingers?” Ashton repeated, pushing his long black hair back with both hands.

Michael flushed again, at least thankful for the fact that he no longer had an audience for the most embarrassing encounter of his life. “It’s just, I thought we could have lunch, and talk, and I’m not really much of a cook, but I have fish fingers, right, and everyone likes fish finger sandwiches...don’t they…” He trailed off, hoping Luke perhaps had another co-worker who needed immediate accommodation.

Ashton fixed him with the most intense stare he’d ever received in a conversation about freezer food, and Michael tried to match his unrelenting gaze in a way that would make him look less like he wanted to cry. Ashton’s eyes really were beautiful, seeming almost magnified by his glasses. He looked thoughtful and sad now, rather than judgmental and angry, and Michael would take that.

“I do.” Ashton decided on, after what felt like an eternity. He stooped down to pick up his box again, muscles tensing, and Michael’s mind began to wander.

He remembered Ashton’s arms looking just like that as he lifted him up for the last few feet of the journey to the redhead-at-the-time’s bed. Michael could almost feel his fingers digging into the bare skin of his thighs all over again. The memories of slow, wet, considered neck kisses being broken with teeth, and the delicious burn that started low and spread like wildfire as Ashton stretched him out like he was born to do it.

“Michael? After you?” Michael snapped out of his daze, dragging his eyes away from Ashton’s lips where they had landed at some point in his reminiscing. He stepped back so Ashton could enter the flat and set the box down by the sofa. “Yeah, great, come in, make yourself at home, I’ll get the rest of your boxes!” As soon as he was outside in the corridor, Michael let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. ‘Okay, Clifford - you need to snap out of it. Relax and smooth things over so you two can live together.’ He told himself, as sternly as he could manage. ‘We need a roommate more than we need to get laid.’

‘That’s debatable.’ Another voice - which sounded more like Calum than himself - chimed in before Michael shook it off and picked up the stack of cardboard boxes cluttering up the corridor.

‘Okay, you can do this. Damage control. Just be normal. Go in and face this head on. You can do this.’ Michael murmured, running his tongue over his bitten lips as he took his first steps back to where Ashton was waiting.

He hip-checked the front door closed as he re-entered the flat, placing the boxes next to one Ashton had carried in, before straightening up to see Ashton sat on the sofa, looking both nervous and delicious.

“I…” Michael faltered under Ashton’s almost shy gaze, then caught sight of a slice of Ashton’s firm, hairy stomach from where his t-shirt was riding up slightly.

“I just need to go to the bathroom. Then we can...talk, and eat. Okay?” Michael forced what he hoped was a casual, winning smile, and then scuttled across to the bathroom the moment Ashton made a noise of agreement and nodded his head.

Michael clicked the lock shut and put the toilet lid down as he pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. He began tapping away with urgency as he took a seat on the toilet, pulling up his message thread with his best friend.

SOS!!!! 🚨

Luke!!!!

Where are you

LUKE FUCK HELP ME YOU DICK

With each message he sent, Michael could feel his panic beginning to swell back up in his chest. Finally, three dots began moving across the message to indicate Luke was writing. Help was on the way.

🥺🥺🥺 What’s up

Michael felt what he knew was an unjustified rage at Luke and his fucking emojis as he furiously typed a reply.

Oh nothing, I just had sex with my new roomate!!!

Michael jumped when his phone immediately started vibrating relentlessly, sliding his finger across the screen and holding it gingerly to his ear.

“Hello?” He whispered into the receiver.

“WHAT!!! What do you mean you’ve slept with him?! Ashton was due there at 12, and it’s now...12 minutes past 12! That’s INSANE, even for you! I cannot believe-”

“Luke!” Michael hissed through clenched teeth, turning on the cold tap on the sink before he spoke again. “Not today, idiot! Remember, months ago, when I broke my phone? That weekend, I hooked up with that guy I met at The Alchemist? Red hair, big arms, amazing mouth-”

“Yes, I remember! What’s that got to do with it?” Luke cut in.

“It was Ashton. I only knew him as Ash, remember? And obviously I never saw him again because I had no way to contact him after I broke my phone. But it’s him, Luke - he’s in my living room! In OUR living room! What am I gonna do?! I am freaking out!”

“Oh my God! You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Mike! You’ve had your new roommates dick in your mouth before he even moved in! Classic you.”

Michael could practically hear Luke’s eyeroll. “This is not classic me! Dick! Help me, Luke!”

“What do you want me to do, I can’t unfuck him for you!” Luke shot back. Michael let out an involuntary whimper and slumped further down on the toilet. He was so screwed.

***

Michael emerged from the bathroom, Luke’s advice ringing in his ears as he approached Ashton on the sofa. ‘He’s a really nice guy, Mike; just talk to him. Explain what happened after you hooked up, and say you hope you can put it behind you and be friends. I think he’ll be cool, honestly. Just try not to trip and land on his dick and you should be golden.’

He took one last deep breath as he sat down on the black leather beside his one-time lover.

“So, Ashton...I...listen, I’m sorry that I broke my phone and made you think I’d ghosted you. I’m just an idiot that dropped his phone outside Sainsbury’s. And I’m really sorry I didn’t recognise you straight away, I was just expecting someone I hadn’t, and your hair, and glasses, and-” Michael could feel himself starting to babble but he couldn’t stop himself; he was so desperate for Ashton to like him. He was trying not to think about why it was this important to him.

Ashton held his hand up to stop him with a small smile. “Michael, it’s okay.”

Michael stopped short in his unravelling with a look of surprise. “It is?”

Ashton’s smile grew wider. “Yeah. I was just a bit blindsided, and I was hurt at the time back then, you know? But you explained, you apologised, and you seem like a nice guy. Luke sure can’t talk you up enough, and I trust him. I have no reason not to believe this is gonna be all good.”

Michael blinked, unsure if this was too good to be true. “Yeah? So...we’re good? You’re gonna...stay?”

Ashton relaxed back into his seat, toeing his shoes off and under the coffee table. “If that’s okay with you, yeah. We’re both grown ups; we can keep it platonic and put the past behind us, right? Friends?”

Michael nodded, trying to hide the gulp in his throat. “Yeah, of course. Right. Great. Friends.” He could definitely do this.

***

He could definitely not do this.

It’d been a long one month, two weeks and three days of trying to convince himself that he didn’t want to be anything more than Ashton’s friend and roommate.

Some days, Michael thought it was possible to put those lingering feelings away and focus on their blossoming platonic relationship. After all, Ashton was everything most people could ever want in a flatmate. He was tidy, considerate, fairly quiet and respectful of personal boundaries. The slightly older man was also great company. Michael has had many pleasant conversations with him over breakfast and in the evenings before they went to bed.

As lovely as all of that was, Michael had started questioning if it was worth the growing ache in chest for more. Each new thing he learnt about Ashton made him more sure that he was probably the closest thing to the perfect man that Michael would ever know. It was a cruel twist of fate that had meant his one opportunity to have Ashton for himself had slipped through his fingers, quite literally. He cursed himself on a daily basis for that one clumsy moment when he’d fumbled pulling his old phone from his too-tight jeans outside the supermarket and had been forced to watch his only chance with Ashton sink into a muddy puddle.

Whatever higher powers existed had been even less kind to have that strong, gorgeous, well-hung man turn up on Michael’s doorstep months later, as his only hope of being able to keep the flat he’d grown to love.

Every day since then, seemed to have presented a new challenge or torture. First it was the tight t-shirts and vests Ashton wore more often than not. They accentuated every muscle of the raven-haired man’s torso and displayed his strong biceps in all their glory.

Then came the sleepy morning routine they’d subconsciously fallen into. Ashton would emerge from his room in nothing but his loose grey sweats and crooked glasses, his hair ruffled and his eyes heavily lidded, before joining Michael for a hasty breakfast which usually consisted of cereal or toast and mug of strong coffee. It was during these sluggish mornings when they’d started to bond over their mutual love of crime dramas and fantasy movies, among other things. That had naturally led to evening-long Criminal Minds marathons whole weekends debating whether the Lord of the Rings movies or the Harry Potter movies were the better adaptations of their original books. Those playful arguments had spilled over into text messages now, so Michael couldn’t even escape his torturous living situation when he went to work.

Despite all of that hardship, the most latest and arguably the toughest challenge Michael found himself facing, was Ashton’s morning yoga. At first, the older man had kept that part of his morning routine confined to his bedroom. For some reason or another, over the last week or so, Ashton had decided that the living area was a more suitable location for this activity.

If Michael thought that sleepy, shirtless morning Ashton was hot, then sleepy, shirtless morning Ashton doing the ‘downward dog’ was positively off the fucking scale. The way his large hands pressed into the yoga mat and the way his strong arms and legs tensed as he straightened his back and pushed his arse up into the air lingered in Michael’s mind all day. These images often flickered through his mind at night too, when he was alone in his bed with nothing but his hand for company.

Deciding that a little get together with some friends would help dispel some of the tension, Michael floats the idea of asking Calum and Luke over for a ‘lads night’. Ashton had agreed easily, being a generally social person, he’d seemed enthusiastic about the possibility of hosting a mini party.

A group message is created and it doesn’t take long to settle on the following Friday night for beer, snacks and a FIFA tournament.

Ashton seemed to have been looking forward to it, often mentioning how excited he was to get to know Calum better and asking Michael to help him decide between certain snacks to purchase for the occasion.

All in all, Michael was proud of himself for the idea, focusing on hosting a couple of friends had certainly given both him and Ashton something new to focus on.

It was only when Friday arrived that Michael started to doubt his plan. Watching Ashton arrange plates of snacks on the kitchen counter, with the cutest concentration face he’d ever seen, started to make Michael wish they were spending the evening alone instead. He quickly pushes the thought of his head, berating himself for thinking something so stupid. It’s not like anything could happen between them even if they were alone, they were roommates now, that’s where their relationship ends.

“So....” Ashton broke the silence enveloping the flat as he finished pouring a bag of cheesy Doritos into a bowl. “Did you finally solve the mystery of who was stealing people’s shit from your fridge at work?”

Michael was caught off guard by the question. He’d been watching Ashton so intently that he momentarily forgot about everything else. It took him a moment to remember that he’d been keeping Ashton up to date with the ongoing lunch burglar drama at the DIY store he worked at. “Oh, umm no, not yet! But Brenda finally told Linda to stick her fake friendship where the sun doesn’t shine.”

A genuinely delighted smile burst into Ashton’s face as he headed into the living room area. “Good for her! Linda sounds like a bitch…”

It really meant a lot to Michael that Ashton took such an interest in his work life. The fact that he cared so much about people he didn’t know, but was aware they meant a lot to Michael, was also heartwarming.

Before Michael could go into more detail about the break time drama, a knock at the front door interrupted him. “Oh yay! Our first guest!” Ashton beamed, jogging off towards the front door to greet Calum.

***

As soon as the beer and wine had started flowing, Michael’s ever-present pining for Ashton dulled to an almost non existent haze at the edges of his mind. Sure, his knees felt weak every time Ashton flashes him that dopey smile of his and he might have blushed whenever their knees touched as they competed against each other in a thrilling game of virtual soccer.

That was all better than his usual all-consuming lust, so Michael was somewhat proud of himself. He even managed to surprise the urge to let Ashton win their game, and was almost smug when his player sent the football flying past Ashton’s keeper to secure a 2-1 win.

“Motherfucker!” Ashton grumbled, throwing his control pad into the sofa as he fixed Michael with look that was almost definitely the hottest gaze he’d ever been caught under. “I’m gonna get you for that, Clifford.” It sounded like a promise that held more weight than the simple challenge to a rematch it was probably meant to be.

Michael had to fight back a whimper, staring into Ashton’s beautiful hazel eyes this closely was too much. The intensity of it all rendered him momentarily speechless and he was all-too glad when Ashton got to his feet and headed for the kitchen.

“I need to drown my sorrows.” The black-haired man laughed, breaking the tension that had descended on them before heading off to the kitchen. Ignoring the knowing looks from his two friends, Michael picked up Ashton’s discarded controller and tossed it to Luke. “Your turn to face me, Hemmings. Let’s see if I can beat my all time record of beating you 6-1”

“Fuck off! You have never beat me that badly.” Luke huffed, picking up the control pad that had just landed in his lap. “I’m gonna enjoy kicking your ass in front of your new boy-“

“Shit, we’re out of beers already!” Ashton’s interruption came at exactly the right moment in Michael’s opinion. He really hadn’t wanted Luke to finish that sentence and now he wouldn’t get the chance.

“I’ll go to the shop for some more, does anyone have specific requests?” The eldest friend asked as he traipsed back into the living room area.

“Oh you don’t have to go!” Michael shrugged, “you should stay here, we’ll send Luke instead, he sucks at this game anyway.”

Luke scoffed, waving his hand defensively. “You’re not getting out of playing me that easily!”

Ashton laughed, his eyes sparkling as he checked that his wallet was still in his jeans pocket. “It’s fine. I’m already out of the competition and I wouldn’t want to give anyone else an unfair advantage.”

Maybe it was just the effects of the beers he’d already drank, but Michael could have sworn that Ashton’s gaze lingered on him a little longer than it probably should have. “You’re too nice.” The blonde beamed fondly, “I’ll transfer you my half of the money in the morning, unless you wanna take a tenner from my room?”

“Oh is that an open invitation?” Calum asked, a lazy smile curling the corners of his lips. “You owe me at least that from when we bet on whether or not Luke could drink that tzatziki sauce last time.”

“Fuck off, Calum! I don’t owe you a penny, I won that bet, Luke’s a fucking wuss…”

“Hey! I am not!” Luke interrupted incredulously.

“Okay, I need to hear that whole story when I get back!” Ashton giggled. “I’ll just grab a case of whatever beer is the cheapest though, yeah.”

There was a general murder of agreement before Ashton headed out of the front door. Michael fond him watching until Ashton had disappeared into the hallway, swinging the front door closed behind him. “He’s so nice…” The blonde sighed dreamily, still gazing at the closed front door. “Don’t you think he’s just the best?”

Calum and Luke exchanged a ‘is he for real’ glance before silently agreeing that this was the perfect opportunity to tease Michael about his blatant love for Ashton.

“Yeah, he’s pretty special.” Calum agreed, smirking slyly. “You really can’t sing his praises highly enough, can you?”

Shaking his head, Michael finally returned his attention to the TV. “You really can’t, he’s just so kind and sweet.”

Calum nodded in agreement. “Not bad to look at either!”

“Right?!” Michael giggled, oblivious to the fact that his tipsiness was making his lips too loose.

“Hey Mike.” Luke cut in, reaching over to nudge his friend’s shoulder. “How’s being in love with your flatmate working out for you?” His conversational tone was entirely at odds with mischief in his eyes. It confused Michael but the youngest friend’s words were altogether too bold, a blatant overstep if ever there was one.

Despite his inner rage at being called out like this, Michael fumbled, unable to cobble together an appropriate response. “Ugh, I don’t even… You’re so far-“

“There’s no point denying it anymore.” Calum chuckled, “I can feel the sexual tension between you two from across the hall!”

“God, I bet it’s like watching a car crash, isn’t it?” Luke asked, picking up the bowl of M&M’s on the coffee table. “It’s horrific but you can’t tear your eyes away? Am I right?”

Calum nodded. “It’s like watching a bad fucking soap opera.”

Michael felt offended and embarrassed but still no words seemed to form coherently in his mouth.

“At least it’s a bit less tragic now we can be sure it’s not entirely one sided!” Luke stage whispered with a calculating look on his face as he met Calum’s gaze.

“Yeah, it’s mildly less irritating!” Calum laughed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Michael sputtered. “Ash and I agreed that our one night stand is ancient history, we’re not-“

“Oh puh-lease!” Calum scoffed. “If you two haven’t fucked again by the end of this month I’ll eat my bucket hat.”

***

Ashton had returned with a case of twenty four bottles of beer and as a result, lad’s night had ended up running into the early hours of Saturday morning.

Having drank his way through more than his fair share of that case, Michael didn’t end up rising from his pit until noon had long since been and gone.

“Ah you are still alive!” Ashton chuckled, tearing his attention away from the TV to look at his flatmate.

This was definitely not fucking fair. Michael didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that he looked exactly as he felt - rough as all hell. Ashton on the other hand, still looked as dreamy as ever. His black curls, although slightly ruffled and fluffy, were still on the stylish side of messy and he’d somehow found the motivation to get dressed, too, something Michael wasn’t even contemplating.

“I’m glad you’re up now, though, I wondered if you had anything planned for dinner?” Ashton asked, peering at Michael from behind his horn-rimmed glasses.

The thought of food made Michael’s stomach lurch unpleasantly and he had to fight to hold back a wretch.

Ashton gives a sympathetic giggle before pausing his show and rising to his feet. “I’ll take that as a no. Don’t worry, buddy. I have a plan but first…” he jogged over to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. “Why don't you go and take a shower while I make you a tea? You’ll feel better after that and then we will talk dinner!”

As Michael plods over to the bathroom, he shoots one last look over at Ashton, busily preparing mugs on the countertop and tries his absolute hardest to remember a time that he wasn’t in love with his flatmate.

***

As always, Ashton was proven to be 100% correct.

Michael felt a million times better once he was showered and snuggled on the sofa with a mug of steaming tea.

“You look a little more alive now.” Ashton smirked, sparing Michael a sideways glance before returning his attention to ‘Law and Order’. “Do you think you can handle talking about dinner yet?”

The ache in Michael’s stomach felt a lot more like hunger than it had done when he first woke up and the thought of food didn’t make him feel like throwing up anymore so he nodded. “What’re your plans, chef?”

Ashton’s cheeks turned a rosy pink as he shrugged. “I couldn’t bear to see you try to cobble together another freezer meal so I thought you might like me to teach you a simple pasta dish?” He suggested, his tone a little shy like he was worried what Michael’s reaction would be. “I’ll do most of the work, but I thought if you helped out, you’ll learn how to make something other than Super Noodles.”

Michael couldn’t even be mad at the subtle dig at his cooking skills. He was terrible in the kitchen and it was just a little embarrassing that Ashton had noticed just how dyer his cooking skills were. “When you say simple, do you mean like a recipe and technique you can write on the back of a postage stamp because that’s about the level of my skill.”

Rolling his eyes, Ashton casually threw his arm around Michael’s shoulders. “Don't be so hard in yourself, buddy! I once taught Luke how to make scrambled eggs on the stove so he didn’t have to be a savage and use the microwave anymore, so there’s definitely hole for you, I promise.”

Michael tried to focus on the hat Ashton was saying but all that his slow, hungover brain could process was that he was pressed against his stupidly gorgeous flat mate’s side. The heady smell of Ashton’s minty body wash and the soft scent of his fabric conditioner felt intoxicating and Michael could do nothing besides allow his head to drop into Ashton’s shoulder.

To the blonde’s surprise, Ashton shuffle away or call him out on it. He simply rests his own head on Michael’s and laughs. “We’ll make a chef of you yet, Clifford.” He promised.

***

They spent a good three hours, watching reruns of C.S.I and making plans to start a Marvel movie marathon after dinner. They sat close to each other the whole time and Michael noticed Ashton watching him from the corner of his eye on at least three separate occasions.

By the time Ashton suggested they start making dinner, Michael had gone over his conversation with Calum and Luke the previous night, about sixty times. His two best friends had convinced him that Ashton wanted Michael just as much as Michael wanted Ashton.

“The way he looks at you, dude.” Calum laughed. “He’s practically imagining you naked at any given moment. It’s getting uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be stupid!” Michael reprimanded. “He doesn’t think of me like that anymore. We had a one night thing months ago. That’s it. Nothing else will ever happen between us again, we’re just flatmates.”

Calum and Luke exchanged a sceptical glance before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah right!” Luke huffed sarcastically. “Do you know how many times I hear your name come out of his mouth at work these days?”

Michael’s cheeks reddened. He had no idea that Ashton talked about him at work. It felt kind of surreal to imagine his roommate relaying snippets of their home life to Luke.

“Let me guess!” Calum interrupted. “About a thousand…”

Nodding, Luke drained the last of his beer. “Yeah and that’s just before lunch!”

“Honestly, if they don’t bang soon I’m gonna knock their heads together.” Calum sighed. “Did you know Michael comes over to my place most mornings so he doesn’t have to watch Ashton do topless yoga?” He asked Luke disbelievingly. “I want my lie-in’s back!”

At the time, Michael hadn’t believed his friends. He didn’t think that there was even a remote possibility that Ashton still carried a torch for him. But in the clear light of day, Michael couldn’t deny that all the signs were there… perhaps there could be more between them after all.

He followed Ashton into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his grey oversized sweater, trying to clear his mind enough to be able to process learning a new skill.

“Okay, this is like the simplest recipe I know but it’s delicious and tastes so much better than the freezer junk you usually make for yourself.” Ashton rambles as he grabs a saucepan and a frying pan from the shelf near the cooker.

“Hey, freezer junk has been my lifeline on many occasions, I’d probably be dead without it.” Michael scoffed, only half joking.

Ashton rolled his eyes fondly, handing Michael the saucepan. “Fill this with water for me and then put it on the back hob, while it’s boiling I’ll teach you how to make the sauce.”

As Michael carried out his instructions, he couldn’t help but admire the concentration on Ashton’s face when he began rifling through the fridge and cupboard, pulling out various ingredients.

Once the pan of water was safely on the job Ashton had indicated, Michael returned his full attention to the slightly older man.

“Right, the first thing we do for the sauce is put 2-3 tablespoons of olive oil into this cold pan.” Ashton explained, pushing his glasses up his nose a little, reminding Michael of a hot English teacher or something… fuck, it was already difficult enough for Michael to concentrate without random fantasies about Ashton fucking him over a desk running through his mind. “Usually I’d never add oil to a cold pan, but for this particular recipe, it works because if the pan was already hot, the first ingredients would burn before the rest was in there.”

There was something about the way Ashton talked with such passion and confidence that made Michael wish he was confident enough to just drag him to the bedroom, his need for more from Ashton becoming unbearable. He forced himself to nod, pretending like he understood when really, Ashton could be telling him absolutely anything right now, and Michael would not know the difference because all he can think about is the way Ashton had groaned at the feeling of Michael’s nails running down his back and how he’d growled Michael’s name as he neared his climax.

“Can you pass me the basil?” Ashton asked, pulling Michael out of his memory.

The blonde surveyed the ingredients on the countertop. Luckily he recognised most of them, so he picked up the basil by process of elimination and handed it to Ashton like a dutiful sous chef.

Ashton looked mildly impressed as he took the bag of basil and took out handful. “We want about ten or so decent sized leaves and we tear them in half before adding them to the oil, okay?” He waited for Michael’s nod of understanding before tearing the leaves in his hand and dropping them into the pan.

“Then we need to chop 6-8 cloves of garlic directly into the pan.” Michael looked back at the little stack of ingredients and frowned, noticing an instant problem. “We only have one clove of garlic…” he pointed out, biting his bottom lip worriedly.

Ashton burst out laughing as he picked the garlic up from the counter. “This is a whole bulb, babe…” he explained, apparently not even noticing his use of the supposedly accidental pet name.

It was difficult for Michael to feel too offended by Ashton’s laughter when he’d just called him babe, though, so he let it go, focusing on the term of endearment, no matter how accidental it might have been, rather than the humour at his dumb mistake.

“It’s the smaller, wedge shaped pieces that are cloves, please don’t mix that up if you make this without my help.” Ashton chuckled, breaking six cloves from the bulb and picking up a tiny knife he’d laid out next to the oven.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Michael pouted. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

Ashton gave him a fond smile. “You’re not alone in that, I promise…”

It was hard not to feel comforted by Ashton’s lopsided smile, so most of his embarrassment slipped away fairly quickly.

“I just chop off the little hard parts at the bottom of each clove and peel the skin off before chopping it directly into the pan. Don’t chop it on a board or you’ll lose some of the flavour.” Ashton explained carefully.

Michael watched with interest as Ashton demonstrated his technique with the first two cloves. He handed the third to Michael along with the knife and gestures for him to add it to the pan.

It took him probably three times longer to chop that one clove into the pan, than it took Ashton to do the first two, but he was encouraging and patient. The older man praised Michael for completing the tiny task, seeming genuinely impressed.

Once all six cloves of garlic had been added to the pan, Ashton turned on the hob into a medium heat. “Okay, so we stir this together for about five minutes. Can you do that while I open the tin of tomatoes?”

Michael nodded, picking up the wooden spoon from the counter and storing the simmering ingredients together. It already kinda smelt like his favourite Italian restaurant and his tummy grumbled impatiently.

“One thing I should specify is, you need to use tins of whole tomatoes, not chopped.” Ashton explained as he poured the first tin of tomatoes into the sizzling pan. “Can you pour in the second one?”

Michael did as he was told and watched as Ashton squished the whole tomatoes down and stored them into the red eat of the ingredients.

“Mmm it smells so good.” Michael sighed, breathing in the delicious smells.

Ashton looked proud of himself as he offered a smile. “Can you take over the stirring while I add the salt?”

Michael took the spoon from Ashton, ensuring that their fingers brushed.

There was a moment of eye contact and a silent shifting of tension between the two of them. If ever there was a time to bite the bullet and kiss Ashton, now would be it. His nerves failed him though and he dropped his gaze to the simmering pan.

Instead of moving around Michael to pick up the salt as he’d done for the tomatoes, Ashton simply reached past the blonde, pushing him against the counter momentarily before he pulled back to add the salt to the pan.

If Michael had been fully alert, he’d have recognised that for the flirtatious move it was meant to be, as it was, he put it down to a simple lack of judgement on Ashton’s part and continued to concentrate on stirring the sauce.

***

The tomato pasta tasted as good as it had smelt. It turned out to be exactly what Michael’s hungover body had needed.

He and Ashton had eaten it at their little table in the kitchen. Conversation had flowed freely as always, skirting around flirtatious at times but never quite enough for Michael to pluck up the courage to take things further.

“The only thing that would have made that better would have been a nice glass of white wine, but I thought you were still a bit too delicate for that.” Ashton giggled as he picked up the empty plates from the table and carried them over to the kitchen sink.

“Hey, you drank as much as I did!” Michael pouted, picking up the empty glasses and following Ashton to the sink. “How’re you not hungover.”

Ashton chuckled as he ran the water into the washing up bowl. “You’re just a lightweight, Mikey.”

It wasn’t the first time Michael had been called that so it didn’t take him by surprise. He laughed it off as he grabbed a tea cloth ready to dry the dishes that Ashton washed. “One day you’ll stop teasing me, Irwin.”

Ashton shook his head. “Don’t count on it, babe… you’re too easy to make fun of, that’s not my fault.”

There it was again, that little slip, a fond nickname that roommates probably shouldn’t have for one another.

Quickly pulling himself together, Michael nudged his flatmate in the arm, just hard enough to pull a surprised “oof” from him.

“Careful now.” Ashton warned jokingly. “You don’t want to start a scuffle you can’t finish, Clifford.”

Michael threw caution to the wind and nudged Ashton again, deliberately keeping his gaze on the plate he was drying.

“That’s it!” Ashton huffed, scooping up a handful of bubbles and swiping them across Michael’s face.

The blonde spluttered and shook his damp fringe out of his face before fixing Ashton with a glare. A few acts of retaliation flashed through his mind. He could have whipped Ashton with the tea cloth or splashed him with dishwater but none of that happened.

There was something about the way Ashton’s eyes were sparkling, almost like he was daring Michael to do the thing he’d been too scared to do this whole time. He refused to let another opportunity pass like before when they were making the pasta sauce. Michael tried not to overthink as he stepped forward and cupped Ashton’s face with one hand before leaning in and kissing him.

The raven-haired man’s lips felt every bit as soft as they had done on that night seven months ago. Ashton didn’t kiss back with the same hunger and desperation that he had done back then, though.

Michael stepped back, feeling his cheeks heat up in an embarrassed blush. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, Ash…”

Ashton bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at Michael intently. “No…” He said, finally breaking his silence. “You just shouldn’t have waited so long.”

The older man’s words had barely penetrated Michael’s brain before he was being pressed against the counter behind him. Ashton’s lips were on his again but this time they were working just like they had been that night at Ashton’s old place.

The intense kiss pulled a whine from Michael and he automatically wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck.

It started as a fairly simple kiss but it quickly began to build momentum. It was the crack in the dam holding back all of their emotions for all this time.

“Ashton…” Michael gasped as they pulled apart for air. “I know we said we should just be friends but…”

“Fuck being just friends.” Ashton mumbled as he worked kisses down Michael's neck. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

Those words were all Michael needed to hear in order to relax into this. “I can’t tell you how bad I’ve wanted this.” He whispered.

Ashton slipped one of his thighs between Michael’s as he nipped at the blonde’s neck. “I think I have some idea.” He groaned. “I never stopped thinking of the way you moaned my name that night, Michael.” The older man confessed, pulling back just enough to look Michael in the eye. “Wanted it again since the moment I walked in here.”

The way Ashton was looking at him like he wanted to devour every inch of Michael, had the blonde melting. “Me too.” He crashed his lips against Ashton’s in another desperate kiss as he subconsciously rutted against the older man’s thigh. After the months Michael had spent feeling kind of lonely and touch-starved, the tiny amount of friction was enough to have him whimpering against Ashton’s lips.

“Uh, you sound and taste even better than I remember.” Ashton muttered, pressing his thigh harder against Michael’s crotch to pull another little gasp from him.

“Ashton! Fuck, please, I…” Michael’s head tipped back as he lost his fight to regain any sort of control over his own body. He was in Ashton’s control now, and Ashton knew it.

“Come on…” Ashton coaxed, stepping back from Michael as he took both of his hands in his to pull him away from the kitchen counter. Michael whined high in his throat as he easily followed where Ashton led.

Michael had hardly been into Ashton’s bedroom since he had helped him move some furniture the day he moved in; it had almost felt too intimate to go into Ashton’s personal space given the history between them. Seeing it now, cozy and dark with slithers of light coming through the window from the lamp posts outside, gave Michael a chill; it felt like Ashton was sharing a secret with him.

He followed Ashton’s lead dutifully all the way to the bed, accepting the deep kiss Ashton offered him as a reward, before the older man peeled his oversized sweater from his torso, breaking away to pull it over Michael’s head. Michael wanted more contact, but was disappointed when Ashton gently but decisively laid him down among the crisp sheets, instead.

Ashton pulled his own t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion and flicked the lamp on his bedside table on, bathing the bed in a warm glow that made Michael feel like he was in a dream.

Michael gazed in wonder at Ashton as he climbed into bed beside him, letting his eyes travel all over his arms and chest, taking in the extra tone and definition in his body since the last time he’d been able to stare at him like this; clearly, the yoga was doing more than just allowing Ashton to ‘find his centre’.

He didn’t think he was anything special to look at, but he could see Ashton mirroring his own actions, eyes full of lust searching all over the parts of Michael’s body he could see, and even his gaze lingering on a part he couldn’t.

“Ash,” Michael breathed out, surprising himself with how far gone he sounded already. “Take ‘em off, I wanna…” He trailed off as Ashton’s eyes snapped up to meet his own, holding eye contact for only a moment before he nodded almost imperceptibly, shuffling down the bed and taking hold of the waistband of Michael’s sweatpants. He returned his gaze to the pale man before him, biting his own lip as he allowed his fingertips to graze the skin of Michael’s hips. “These too?” Ashton questioned in a low voice as he brushed the fabric of Michael’s underwear.

“Oh God, yeah”, Michael answered, squirming slightly from the infuriatingly gentle feel of Ashton’s touch. Ashton didn’t need to be told twice. Michael shivered with the feeling of being suddenly completely exposed as his sweatpants and underwear hit the carpet. Michael looked up at Ashton through his lashes, braced up on his knees in his black, ripped jeans. “You’d better be planning on losing those in the next second, Irwin.”

Ashton smirked as he undid his jeans. “And I mean your underwear, too!” Michael amended hastily, hungry to see if his memory of Ashton’s body was accurate.

The dark-haired man’s smirk grew wider at Michael’s clarification, pulling his zip down and allowing his jeans to fall open, exposing only bare skin beneath. “Underwear?”

Michael’s jaw dropped a little, prompting a deliciously filthy laugh from his roommate. “For the record, roomie - I don’t wear underwear.” Ashton winked as he yanked his jeans down as far as he could in his current position, before wriggling around to pull them off completely. Michael was pleased to see that, if anything, his memory had been selling Ashton short. Blame it on the alcohol.

Michael didn’t know how to decide on what to do first; on one hand, he wanted to kiss Ashton non-stop for the rest of eternity, but on the other hand, if he didn’t get filled up in the next 10 minutes, he was definitely going to throw a tantrum. Luckily, he realised, it probably wasn’t up to him. All of his experience with Ashton so far told him that the older man would definitely be taking the lead, and this was definitely not a problem for Michael. Indeed, it had worked out very well for him last time, when his staff night out started at the bar and ended with Ashton eating him out like his life depended on it.

“What are you thinking?” Ashton’s sultry voice broke through his thoughts, apparently wanting a coherent answer despite the fact that he had just begun to run his fingers up and down Michael’s sensitive, pale inner thighs. Michael let out a shuddery breath as he tried to use his words to tell Ashton he wanted anything and everything possible between them, right there and then. Perhaps the way his cock twitched when Ashton let one his nails run over a faded stretch mark right at the base of one of his thighs would speak for itself.

“Maybe we should get right to, huh, gorgeous?” Ashton teased, withdrawing his touches to lean towards his bedside table. He pulled open the top drawer, fumbling only for a moment until he found what he was looking for. The lube and condom were dropped carelessly onto the mattress as he shut the drawer again, returning his attention to the man almost-beneath him immediately. “We’ve got plenty of time for all the other goods stuff; right now, I need to fuck you, and I know you need me to fuck you...don’t you?”

Michael wondered at what point in his life he had begun to communicate exclusively in whines, but Ashton seemed to be into it, so it didn’t matter. Michael watched impatiently as Ashton popped the top on the half-empty bottle of lube, wasting no time in squirting a generous amount onto two fingers on his right hand and pulling Michael’s leg fully around his hip with his left.

Michael’s heart jumped as much as his cock when Ashton breathed gently on the lube coating his fingers in an attempt to warm it slightly before he brought them straight down to Michael’s bare hole, rubbing over it in a firm circle.

Michael was glad he didn’t have the problem of not wanting his roommate to hear him getting fucked, anymore, as he let out his loudest, neediest whine yet. Ashton proved he had meant what he said about not taking their time with their second tryst, sinking his index finger inside Michael in one fluid motion. Before Michael had got to 10, Ashton was opening him up at a steady, delicious pace and was driving Michael crazy in record time.

Michael wouldn’t claim to be a pornstar or anything, but he didn’t normally have a problem with stamina. If Ashton kept it up like this, though, Michael was in danger of coming before Ashton’s thick cock got any closer to him, and that was unacceptable.

“Ash, please, I can’t...I want, ne-your cock, please!” Michael cried out as Ashton probed his spot one last time before immediately acquiescing to Michael’s begging. Michael wriggled at the loss of Ashton’s fingers, but took comfort in the fact that Ashton was already tearing the condom packet open.

Michael watched in awe-tinged anticipation as Ashton gave himself a couple of loose tugs once he had the condom on, before closing in on his lover once more, making sure Michael was laid comfortably on the pillows as he positioned himself over him. Michael clung to Ashton’s shoulders as he lined himself up, just resting the tip on Michael’s slick hole for a moment.

Ashton’s hazel eyes bore down into Michael’s green ones with a soft fire as he raised one hand to brush Michael’s fringe out of his flushed face. Michael let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding as Ashton pushed in - slowly, but all the way.. He felt like he was sinking and floating simultaneously, and wrapped his arms around Ashton’s neck to anchor himself here, with him, in this moment.

Ashton pressed his face deep into Michael’s neck, kissing and sucking his way up towards Michael’s ear. “You good?” He murmured, shifting his hips a miniscule amount. “Yeah,” Michael breathed, “S’good, please…”.

With a final nip to Michael’s neck, Ashton pulled back slightly and began to move his hips properly, his cock sliding halfway out each time as he began to build a steady rhythm for them. Michael felt that perhaps in their sexual relationship so far, he was earning himself the reputation of a bit of a Pillow Princess, and so he began to move his own hips to meet Ashton’s building thrusts. Ashton groaned, long and loud, at the heightened sensations Michael’s movements brought, and they began to work together towards their goal.

Suddenly, Ashton’s mouth was crowding his, his tongue sliding into his mouth in a glorious kiss that Michael never wanted to end. He couldn’t tell if it had been 10 minutes or 10 hours when he felt that familiar feeling begin to bubble in the lower stomach. Ashton had begun to up the pace of his thrusts, his hips occasionally stuttering as groans rumbled low in his throat, so Michael knew they were on the same page.

“Ash,” He murmured in the millisecond between kisses. “Touch me, please, I’m getting so-” Michael broke off into a moan as Ashton was already wrapping a firm hand around his neglected cock, stroking it with determination and flicking his thumb over Michael’s dripping head. “You close, baby?” He murmured, eyes drifting over Michael’s face and the arousal present there. Michael was starting to writhe slightly and his head was flopping to the side on the pillow, but Ashton wanted his attention. With his free hand, he took Michael’s chin and turned his head to meet Ashton’s stare. The moment Michael was forced to meet his strong, heated gaze, his hazel eyes boring down on him with such intensity, Michael felt the kick of heat and it was all over. He cried out Ashton’s name and let out a series of curses and moans as he came, hard and hot over Ashton’s hand and their sweaty stomachs in equal measure.

Michael hadn’t finished himself before he felt Ashton taken by surprise, as well; his hips shooting forward to fill him to the hilt for the last time as he spilt into the condom, releasing Michael’s chin to brace himself through his orgasm on the pillows. “Michael, fuck!”

Michael regained enough control to watch Ashton’s face through hooded eyes as he came, moaning and unrestrained as he finished. He thought he looked heavenly.

As they both fought to catch their breath, Ashton pulled out gingerly, releasing Michael from his grip as he moved away to remove and dispose of the condom. Michael wriggled in place, trying to get comfortable to recover from what he hoped would be the first of many. Ashton came back from the bin in the corner and flopped back down, alongside Michael now, lifting his arm to allow Michael to snuggle in under it when he wrapped it around him. “So…” He said, sounding casual as you like. “About the whole platonic, friendly, roommate thing…”

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Less Of An Angel

Genre: Smut

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Reader/Ashton Irwin

Word Count: 4.2

Requested: by @cashtonasfuck for Mikemonth

Laura, i'd like to request something for #mikemonth week 2 😬so the theme is smut right? so dom!michael, light bondage and exhibition kink? 😬maybe throw a bit of spanking in there? basically, all the dom stuff we know and love 😂(maybe mike and ash if we're going for pairings?? 😬) love ya! 💛

Trigger Warnings: explicit sexual content, light bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom/sub

A/N: I’m not great at writing dom!Mike because to me is the softest baby but I have come up with this, which I hope you like!

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“I’m going to need you to be less of an angel tonight.” Ashton whispers to Michael. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you though and he makes damn sure you can hear every word he says. “I need you to take on a little more of my roll, can you do that for me?”

Michael’s green eyes are glittering with confusion. He’s usually lying on the bed beside you whilst Ashton decides what he wants to do to each of you. That’s not the case tonight. You’d been instructed to strip and take your place on the mattress, but Michael had been kept at the foot of the bed.

“I’m in kind of a watching mood.” Ashton clarifies, easing Michael’s shirt up over his head, leaving the younger man’s blonde hair dishevelled and fluffy. “I want to see if you two can put on a show for me.”

This request makes perfect sense to you. Ashton rarely gets to enjoy his voyeurism kink because he normally has two needy submissives to satisfy.

“So I can…” Michael asks, glancing over his shoulder at Ashton once his shirt has been thrown to the ground.

“You can do whatever you want, within the perimeters of my instructions, Angel.” The older man interrupts. “I only have a few little guidelines, though.”

Even though you’re intrigued by the conversation your boys are having, you’re beginning to grow impatient. You’ve been lying on the bed, completely naked for several minutes and you’re starting to feel a little neglected. “Are you two done?” You whine, “If someone doesn’t touch me soon I’m gonna scream.”

Ashton clicks his tongue at you. “Our little Sugar is getting all impatient, Angel.” He says softly, “What’s the punishment for comments like that?”

“Five spanks.” Michael replies instantly. He knows every punishment off by heart, as do you. Both of you have experienced them enough times to be able to recite them whenever Ashton demands it.

“Good.” Ashton hums, reaching around Michael’s waist to unfasten his jeans. “Why don’t you show me if you’re as good at giving punishments as you are at taking them?”

The younger man is still a little confused, you can tell by the way he looks between you and Ashton as though he’s awaiting an answer to an obvious, but unspoken question.

Ashton chuckles, tugging Michael’s skinny jeans down to his knees. “Take these off and sit on the edge of the bed, Angel.” He orders, his voice firm but quiet.

As Michael obeys the dark haired man’s first instruction, you make another impatient sound. Ashton’s eyes meet yours and you can tell by the fire in those hazel orbs, that five spanks are about to be the least of your concerns. “Actually.” He smirks, “will you grab the wrist restraints before you

sit down please, Mikey?”

The notion that you’re about to get chained to the bed pulls a little moan from you. There’s not much that turns you on more than being totally at your boyfriends’ mercy.

Ashton walks along the side of the bed, running a finger lightly along your bare leg and then your arm. “You need to be on your best behaviour for Mike, okay sugar?”

You nod innocently, still shivering slightly at Ashton’s touch. “You wanna watch Mikey punish and fuck me, sir?” You ask, hoping to illicit some aroused response from your dominant. It’s a tiny version of power play but you love it.

“You’ll see.” Ashton replies, his face remaining expressionless as he looks over to see where Michael has got to. “Hurry up, angel. It’s time to see a new side of you.”

The blonde man scrambles faster in the ‘toy chest’ you keep in the closet. He holds the wrist restraints up in a small display of his trauph before padding back over to the bed. “Here you go, Ashy.” He smiles proudly, holding out the restraints to your eldest boyfriend.

Ashton shakes his head, taking a step away from the bed. “Our little sugar is all yours tonight.” He explains, “the only rules I have are; always implement the correct punishments for any misbehaviour, make sure I can see everything that’s happening at all times and don’t ask me for any guidance. Are we clear?” The eldest man looks between the two of you, awaiting a response.

Lips moving soundlessly, Michael nods, glancing over to you almost as though he’s checking that you’re okay with it too.

“I don’t care which one of you fucks me.” You whine irritably. “As long as someone does it soon, because I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours.”

Michael’s expression relaxes a little, as though he’s pleased that you’re happy for him to fuck you. You’re not sure why he’d have had any doubts, it’s not like he hasn’t done it before. It’s most likely down to the fact that Michael’s never had complete control of you before. He’s always just followed Ashton’s instructions before tonight.

“Make it ten spanks, Angel.” Ashton instructs, pulling your attention back to him, even though he’s intent upon ignoring you. “As always, respect the safe word and always get verbal permission before moving onto something new, okay?”

Your younger boyfriend still looks slightly bewildered but there’s definitely more excitement in his eyes now. “Can we start?” He asks, placing the restraints down on the end of the bed.

Ashton doesn’t reply immediately. He silently unfastens every button of his sexy black shirt deliberately slowly before sliding it off and dropping it to the ground. He catches you eyeing his muscular arms and barely suppresses a smirk before working on the button of his jeans. Once he’s kicked them aside, he drags the comfy chair from the corner of your room closer to the bed and sits in it. Only when he’s completely comfortable does he give Michael the nod.

You can hardly contain your excitement now that both of your boyfriends are in nothing besides their tight little boxers. Biting your bottom lip in anticipation of what's to come, you take in every inch of both men’s bodies, committing them to memory for when you’re left home alone.

The blonde man sits on the edge of the bed, eyeing you hungrily as he taps his lap. “Come on, Sugar.” He whispers, trying to match the tone that Ashton usually uses with you. “You know what to do.”

Michael’s husky tone sends shivers through your body as you push yourself up onto all fours and crawl across the bed towards him. “I’ve been pretty bad, huh?” You ask, pouting exaggeratedly, before laying across his lap.

Despite being somewhat concerned that Michael’s submissive qualities will hinder his ability to satisfy your needs the way Ashton does, you’re more than a little excited to explore this new dynamic.

Michael caresses your ass cheeks softly, rubbing and squeezing them several times before finally asking if you’re ready to take your punishment.

The blonde’s hesitance makes you wonder if Ashton’s made the right decision to give Michael a dominant role tonight. You nod your consent, purposefully meeting Ashton’s eye across the room. “Of course, Mikey.” You reply. “Don’t hold back, though, I can take more than you think.”

It’s obvious by the way that Ashton’s eyes darken with lust, that he’s enjoying the way your acting. You don’t have much time to feel proud of yourself, before Michael delivers his first spank to your right ass cheek. The force with which it lands pulls a shocked gasp from you.

“I don’t hear you counting.” Ashton reprimands quietly but firmly. “Be stricter, Angel.” He adds to Michael.

You hold Ashton’s gaze as you speak the first number. Knowing that the older man is going to use your reactions as a gauge for how well Michael is taking on this new role.

The blond delivers his second spank to your left cheek. It’s even harder than the first and your gasp sounds more like a moan this time. “Two.” You say plainly, determined to keep your eyes on Ashton.

It’s obvious by the way that Michael delivers the next five spanks, that he’s been paying attention to what Ashton does. He hits a different spot every time and varies the speed and strength of every slap. You’re already a gasping mess as you count out the final three smacks. Your fingers are tangled in the duvet cover and your eyes squeezed shut.

Michael gently smoothes the palm of one hand over both of our cheeks, just like Ashton usually does, undoubtedly savouring the red marks he’s left there. “You took that punishment so well, Sugar.” He says, his arousal obvious in his voice. “You ready for something else now?”

You nod, scrambling off of Michael’s lap and crawling back towards the pillows. As you make yourself comfortable again, you can hear Michael prepping the restraints and your excitement starts to bubble closer to the surface. “What’re you going to do to me, Mike?” You ask, finally settling down and meeting his gaze.

Part of you expects Michael to be hesitant, or for him to turn to Ashton for guidance. He does neither. “I’m going to tie you down so that you can’t misbehave when I play with you.” He replies, his green eyes flashing lustfully. “Do you like the sound of that?”

You smirk mischievously as you lift your arms above your head, ready for them to be chained to the headboard. “I’ll be good.” You promise, keeping your voice low and even. “I’m not sure you can handle me at my naughtiest, anyway.”

Michael hums as he holds your gaze determinedly. You’re impressed with the way he’s handling you so far, it makes you want to push him a bit further.

“I think you’ll be surprised, sugar.” Your younger boyfriend growls after a moment of silence. “I know I can handle you just fine.”

You raise an eyebrow sceptically. “Really?” You taunt. “I thought you were just a needy little slut.” Maybe it’s a little early for you to play that card, but you can’t resist. Michael’s always loved it when Ashton calls him that and you’re eager to see if you can break down this new attitude of his.

Despite his determined expression, Michael’s cheeks turn pink at your words. “Unlike some people, I have layers.” He replies evenly, refusing to let your words rattle him. “Maybe I should fuck that smart mouth of yours before we do anything else.”

You bite your lip seductively, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Is that what you want Mike? For me to get down on my knees and swallow you whole?” You pause, enjoying Michael’s silent reaction to your proposition before the urge to tease more him overwhelms you again. “Just like you do to sir on a nightly basis?”

Michael growls lowly in the back of his throat. Apparently ‘dom Michael’ isn’t a fan of being reminded that he’s Ashton’s little play thing. That’s interesting to know and you’re determined to use it to your advantage at every given opportunity. The blonde man drops the restraints back onto the bed and perches on the edge of the mattress, turning his back on you. “Get over here, sugar.” He demands, not even bothering to turn back to look at you.

It’s impressive. Michael has obviously noticed the things you enjoy. He’s acting just the way that Ashton does when you’re being bratty. You keep your smirk firmly in place as you slide off of the bed and stand in front of him. “At your service, angel.” You quip.

There’s a split second when it seems that Michael might break character. His lips turn up as though he’s about to giggle, the way he does when Ashton has him at his mercy. As quickly as the twitch in his lips appears, it vanishes, replaced by a stern glare that could almost give Ashton a run for his money. “On your knees, sugar.”

You obey, keeping your movements calm and deliberate, not wanting to betray your enthusiasm for what’s to come. Once you're kneeling in front of Michael you meet his gaze again, silently warning him that you’re not finished being a brat. “If you want me suck you off…” You explain, as though you’re speaking to someone who has no idea what they’re doing. “You need to take off your boxers and spread your legs for me, I know you’re good at that part. I’ve seen the way Ashton takes whatever he wants from you every night, you don’t even put up a fight.”

Michael places a hand on your cheek, gently but firmly urging your face closer his. “Enough talking.” He orders, “You’re going to take off my underwear and think about how my cock will feel when it’s hitting the back of your throat. I know how much of a slut you are, Sugar. I’m not sure you can handle me though, my cock is bigger than sir’s, don’t forget.” The way that he breaks eye contact with you to offer the ghost of a smirk to Ashton tells you that he’s working out how to incorporate his bratty characteristics into this evening’s role. It’s undoubtedly a clever move and you’re tempted to glance back to see Ashton’s reaction, but Michael’s hold on your face feels too good for you to break the contact.

Focussing on Michael’s words, you reach for the waistband of his boxers. His words have lit a fire in you that you’re all too eager to allow to burn you out. Your cold fingers brush the warm skin of his hips and he gasps as he returns his attention to you. “That’s right.” He whispers, his hips lifting automatically for you. If you weren’t so focused on the task at hand, you’d marvel at the way Michael’s submissive tendencies give his dominant character a uniqueness that you want to explore much more.

Michael’s already half hard from the dirty talk and the promise of a blowjob. He’s always been easy to turn on and you can’t wait to taste him. You lean up to kiss him, pressing your body against him as you slip your hand between the two of you to work his dick until he’s practically aching for your mouth.

The blonde gives into your actions easily, allowing the deep kisses and your unauthorised touching. Ashton would never have allowed this, he’s have pulled you back by your hair and demanded an apology. You kind of wish Michael would do that but he’s probably never going to be quite that kind of dominant. That’s something you can live with, though. He’s definitely not disappointing you so far tonight.

Once Michael’s cock is fully hard, he pulls back from the lustful kiss, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. “I wanna fuck that dirty mouth, sugar.” He growls hungrily.

As much as you want to suck Michael dry, you restrain yourself just long enough to whisper one last thing into his ear. “That’s right, show off for sir, He’s gonna punish you for bringing up the size of his dick. You know he hates being reminded that you’re bigger.” You ensure that Ashton can hear you, hoping that you’ll get punished alongside your other boyfriend later.

“Careful, Sugar.” Michael warns, his voice still gravelly, “It’s just about me and you right now.”

You nod, licking your lips seductively. “Oh, I know, Angel.” you reply. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you sure you get some of my best work.” Ensuring that you hold his gaze as you back up and lean closer to his crotch, you revell in the way his eyes sparkle as though he can’t believe you’re acting this way for him. He’s so used to seeing you service Ashton but very rarely gets to see you on your knees between his legs.

Placing your hands on Michael’s thighs, you angle your face closer to his hard cock, still refusing to break eye contact. His expression remains lustful but his legs tremble in your grip, betraying his excitement for this rare occasion. You’re determined to make sure he remembers it for a long time, so you take your time. Your breath ghosts over his tip, making him shudder in anticipation. That’s another thing that Ashton would never do, but you enjoy that ‘dominant Michael’ is different to your ‘sir’. “Just to avoid interruptions, I give you permission to cum down my throat.”

You don’t give Michael time to hide the shocked expression that takes over his face before you close your lips around him. He gasps, gripping the bed covers as opposed to you, like Ashton would. Hoping to change that, you sink further onto his impressive length, enjoying the weight in your mouth as you begin to work your tongue. Michael whimpers, seemingly unable to control his usual aroused sounds to keep with his role for the evening.

It makes you feel a little more powerful, knowing that you can undo one of your boyfriend’s so easily. Once you begin to bob your head, Michael finally reaches out to hold the back of your head, forcing you to take even more of him into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat. “Fuck, Sugar…” He whines. “You feel so good!”

You hum around Michael’s dick, working your tongue in the expert rhythm that you’ve mastered over countless nights of practice with Ashton. The vibrations have Michael moaning above you. Knowing that he always enjoys a little pain with his pleasure, you dig your fingertips deeper into his thighs as you work the last couple of inches of his cock into your mouth.

The tightness of your throat and the pressure of your fingertips denting his sensitive skin, Mihcael makes the desperate whine he usually makes when Ashton hits his spot just right. You know that means his fairly close and you’re impressed with the speed in which you’ve gotten him to this point. You’re not gonna let him cum before you give him one more smartass comment. You pull off of him, making the blonde whine like the true brat he is. “I thought you were gonna fuck my face, Mike.” You whisper, ignoring the ache in your throat. “Why would you get my hopes up like that and not deliver?”

In a split second Michael’s soft close-to-orgasm expression, turns into a firm, determined one. You don’t even have time to fully appreciate how hot he looks before he’s forcing your head back towards his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth willingly, proud of the reaction your comment has pulled your usually submissive boyfriend. He pushes you onto his length slowly, easing your throat open again before pulling you back and pushing you down harder, thoroughly enjoying your lack of a gag-reflex. You press your tongue against the underside of Michael’s dick as he continues to move your head as a quickening pace. His shuddering breaths and trembling thighs tell you that he’s close but you bring him over the edge by dragging your fingernails over his thighs, leaving long red trails on his milky white skin.

Michael spills down your throat, gasping your name and cursing before his hand slips limply from your head. He flops backwards onto the mattress as you pull off of him and turn to face Ashton. You’re pleased to see that he’s watching intently, his boxer shorts tenting as he palms himself. “Did you enjoy the show, sir?” You ask, your voice weak and croaky.

Ashton shakes his head. “You can both do better.” He replies. “Get the restraints, Angel.”

It takes a moment for Michael to gather the energy to move again. When he does, he grips the restraints and motions for you to get back onto the bed. “You know what to do, sugar.” He says, his voice still breathy.

You’re already pretty turned on by having your throat fucked and knowing Ashton is watching you and Michael intently. Not wanting to delay your own orgasm, you obey Michael’s request as he gets to his feet.

You lie back on the bed, your head resting comfortably on the pillows as you lift your arms. Michael straps one of your wrists securely to the bedpost, checking that you’re happy with it before moving around the bed to secure your second one.

As the blonde man works on the buckles of the restraints, you glance over at ashton, moaning at the way he pulls off his underwear, his hard cock springing free. “Fuck, sir.” You whine, licking your lips and arching your back. “Want you…”

Before Ashton can respond Michael takes hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently guiding your face back towards him so that you’re forced to meet his gaze. “No, sugar.” He states firmly. “The only cock you’re getting tonight is mine, remember?”

It’s impossible to hold in the moan that escapes you, there's nothing that turns you on more than being told off by one of your boys. “You better know how to use it as well as sir does.” You reply, holding gaze stubbornly.

“You know I do.” Michael hums, letting go of your chin and running his finger down the side of your neck and over your chest, before swirling it over one of your nipples until it’s stiff enough for him to grip firmly. You gasp loudly, equally as surprised and aroused by the unexpected roughness he handles you with.

“Fuck!” You moan, arching your back and instinctively spreading your knees. “Show me, Mike, please…”

Your slight begging brings a proud smile to Michael’s face that he apparently couldn’t suppress. It doesn't matter that it takes away from his dominant edge, you just want him to uck you as hard as he can, you’ve waited long enough damn it.

With one quick glance to Ashton, a silent request for permission which is granted with an enthusiastic nod, Michael crawls onto the bed, spreading your legs as wide as possible. He runs his fingers over the inside of your thighs, ensuring to stop just short of the pace where you're craving his touch the most.

“Please, angel.” You whine again, abandoning all of your previous resolve to hide how desperately you want Michael to fuck you.”

The blonde man positions himself over you, lining up just right. “Look at me, sugar.” He demands, “I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”

So maybe Michael does have what it takes to dominate you the way you enjoy the most. You moan needily as you meet his gaze, loving the concentration on his face as he slowly pushes into you. He feels even bigger than you remember, forcing every other thought from your mind as you focus on the way he fills you up. You close your eyes, the intensity of Michael’s gaze proving too much for you to handle.

Once your bodies have adjusted to each other, Michael begins to move, slowly but firmly, making sure he goes deep enough to make you moan every time. His grunts and the sound of him sliding in and out of you almost make you miss Ashton’s moans. You open your eyes again and look over to the older man. He looks so hot, sprawled out in the chair stroking himself with the speed and ferocity he usually fucks you with. The sight brings you that much closer to your climax as you moan his name. Michael adjusts his angle slightly before slamming into you particularly hard. “No!” He reprimands, “focus on me, sugar! Moan my name, not sir’s!”

The determination in Michael’s thick tone of voice and the intensity in his eyes as you meet them once more prove too much for you. “Fuck, Mike!” You whine, “I’m gonna cum, please, please… I need to…”

“Only if you tell me it’s for me.” Michael replies, never breaking his rhythm, pounding into you hard and fast until you’re trembling with the effort to delay your orgasm for another moment. You ultimately fail, coming apart beneath him, moaning his name louder than you thought possible given how sore your throat is.

Your confirmation that he’s responsible for your orgasm is Michael’s undoing. He follows you over the edge a second later before collapsing on top of you with an exhausted but satisfied groan. One glance over at Ashton’s slumped form in the chair, tells you that he’s recovering from his own climax, too.

“Was I good?” Michael asks as he carefully pulls out of you. His question is aimed at Ashton as much as you, proving that he’ll never tire of being praised by both of you.

“Yes.” You reply breathlessly. “Really fucking good, Mike.”

Ashton pushes himself to his feet before heading over to unfasten your wrists. Michael flops down onto the bed beside you, eyeing ashton expectantly, awaiting his answer.

Once your wrists are free, Ashton takes the restraints back to the chest where they belong before heading back to the bed. Michael cuddles into your side, his gaze still fixed on Ashton.

“You were perfect, Angel” The black haired man finally replies as he lays down on the bed at your free side. “You both were.”

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jawnjendes · 4 years

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try new things! | 3. confident

Ashton talks you into having a threesome with each band member.

AN: im gonna be deadass here. i published the masterlist on accident and it got notes, as well as the 2 previous chapters. so now here i am again, 3 years after the last chapter was posted. enjoy it fuckos.

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It was much easier getting in the mood next time around. Ashton invited the guys over for video games, pizza, and beer. Calum gave me a friendly wink and looked at me for longer than usual throughout the night. The stolen glances were a little exciting, given that some of the heat was still lingering. Calum's time was up, though. It was only one guy for one night and that was it. However, it did feel like the threesome thing was the elephant in the room, even when we were all distracted by Super Smash Bros. They all knew it was going to happen at one point, I just wished I knew how eager Michael and Luke were, if either of them were thinking about it and getting excited butterflies.

That thought was answered very fast that night.

“What was it like, Calum?” asked Michael at one point when the alcohol was seeping into our systems. Tipsy or sober, I did sort of expect that from him.

“Doing what?”

Michael pointed at me as he slouched in his seat, clearly at ease.

Calum’s eyes went to Ashton’s. It was like before, when he was silently asking for permission to defile me. Ashton, who had his arm firmly around me, quirked an eyebrow before speaking.

"Ask her, not me."

And so brown eyes locked onto mine. I nodded once, trying to be as stone faced as Ashton and failing at it.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Calum finally replied as he turned back to Michael, grinning like he was in on the biggest secret.

He sighed. “I wanna know!”

“Why don’t you ask her, then?” Luke suggested.

“Yeah, Michael,” I egged on, feeling confident thanks to the liquid courage. “Or better yet, why don’t you come find out for yourself?”

Ashton suddenly placed his free hand on my upper arm, making me look at him. “You sure you wanna do this now?”

I nodded, looking him dead in the eye. I was inebriated to the point where I felt like I could take charge and not care about the repercussions from the guy who was always in charge. I was definitely looking forward to the during and after of it all. How often does a boyfriend of mine have hot friends that I can consensually fuck?

I looked back at Michael, who was now sitting up straight, eyes wide with anticipation. Didn’t have to ask him twice.

“When am I gonna get fucked, though?” Luke whined, breaking the tension in the room.

That little moment where he sighed and slouched distracted me for a moment. I looked at Luke, but he was looking up at the ceiling. Was he just horny or did he actually want me? Did he have an awkward-but-not-really dream about me too?

“We’ll get to you,” Ashton suddenly replied, squeezing my upper arm. “Trust me, she’s not going to let me forget about you.”

If I wasn’t reeled back in by my boyfriend, I would have been blushing redder than a tomato. Instead, Luke did it for me, which was endearing.

“Well,” I said, standing up. “Shall we?”

Michael was quicker than Ashton. He walked over and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bedroom, my boyfriend quickly following after us. Once the door was shut, they both got their hands on me, Ashton behind me and Michael in front of me.

“Couldn’t be patient, could you?” Ashton growled in my ear, his big hands running up my shirt.

I bit down on my lip at his words. I reached towards Michael’s collar, unbuttoning his flannel while he began feeling under my skirt. He had a smirk on his face as he closed the gap between us, while Ashton kept talking in my ear.

"You were supposed to wait until our guests left, baby," he sternly told me. "But you couldn't keep your legs closed, huh? Michael, you wanna take her to the bed?"

The man in question had his fingers hooked around my panties, but paused his actions upon the command. It was odd in the sense that two out of the three friends seemed to comply with Ashton's needs in a situation like this. Almost like they had done this before. Was Luke going to be the same way?

I didn't think about it much as Michael's gentle hand took mine and walked me over to the king size bed. I was already dazed, I didn’t even take a second glance at the armchair where Calum and I fucked the week before, and I did that a lot since that event.

Also, it made sense why Ashton got us a king size bed not too long ago. If he hasn't had a threesome before dating me, then he's definitely thought about it and wanted to be prepared for it.

"I'll be right back," Ashton said. "Don't have too much fun without me." He stepped out, but then ducked his head back in the room. "And don't kiss each other."

As soon as the door closed, the tension heightened. It seems as though I was the only one to feel it. Michael was sat on the bed and pulling me towards him, hands around my wrists and then the backs of my thighs as I got closer.

"You nervous?" he asked me like he wasn't groping my ass.

"No," I replied a little too quietly. I really wasn't. Most of the nerves were let out the first time I had sex with a different man while my boyfriend watched.

Michael seemed to like my docile tone, smiling and leaning in. For a hot second, I thought he was about to do what Ashton said not to, but his nose just ran along my jawline instead. Then, he scooted back on the bed, beckoning me to follow. I practically crawled over him as he moved back, and then I was properly straddling him.

"Think you can handle being on top?" he teased.

"Think you can handle me?" I replied, gently pushing his chest so he was laying back.

My little burst of confidence quickly dissipated as the door opened. I jumped, somehow forgetting that there was someone else who was supposed to be here. I looked back and saw Ashton entering the room again, and I smiled timidly.

Michael chuckled at my reaction, his hands moving up my thighs. He took my dress with him, lifting it up. Ashton crawled onto the bed behind me, reaching over to take my dress off the rest of the way.

I was left half naked while the two men with me were still fully clothed. It left my core leaky and hot for more. Just the fact that I was sitting on Michael's crotch, eager to make him hard was adding to it.

"I had to make our guests leave early," Ashton told me as his hands went on my shoulders. "All because your naughty pussy couldn't wait another day."

His breath touched my neck, making a chill go down my spine. I looked to the side, knowing Michael was looking up at me with a smug grin. Just a minute ago, I was so confident and ready to ride him into oblivion. Now I was being put into my place because I was horny via tequila.

"You wanna do the honors, Michael?" Ashton said as he grabbed the back end of my panties and pulled them down.

Then, he was pushing me forward, so I was lying on top of Michael completely. Still, I had the least amount of power here. My bare ass was out, and Michael didn't even hesitate to slap the cheek.

I didn't know what to do but hide my face in his neck. It was only going to get more deliciously painful from here.

Ashton and Michael took turns spanking me. With each one I was digging my nails deeper into Michael's shoulders, almost tearing at his shirt. I groaned and bit into the crook of his neck, which made his hips buck up into mine. He did it once, and then I was lurching forward every time a spank landed, keeping the friction going. I could feel his erection growing the longer we kept at it, and all I wanted to do was ride him until my legs gave out.

"Have you had enough?" Ashton asked when I was whimpering. His hands were groping the curve of my ass, almost like he was soothing the sting.

"Mhm," I mumbled from the crook of Michael's neck.

"Don't think he heard you," Michael cooed, gently nudging me to sit up.

So I did. I pushed myself up on my arms, only to be pulled back further by my ponytail. Then, Ashton's hot breath was on my neck.

"I asked you a question," he growled while his free hand went for the clasp on my bra. "And I expect you to use your words."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, humiliated but so turned on at the same time.

"Yeah, I bet you are." His large hand moved to my stomach, trailing up to grab a breast. "You gonna give my friend here what he came here for?"

"Yes," I replied. "Yes, I want to."

"Good girl. You know what to do."

My ponytail was released so I could look down and undo Michael's jeans. I could feel his eyes on me as I felt his hard cock rubbing between my legs. It was just as thrilling as last time, being watched as I fucked another man.

Ashton helped move my panties to the side as I sat up on my knees. Michael's breathing quickened as he met my core, and we both sighed when I sank down on him. We sat like that for a moment, while Ashton got his mouth on my neck. It was the push I needed to start moving slowly.

But I couldn't do it sitting up straight, as much as I wish I had that talent. I shrugged Ashton away to lean forward, planting my hands down on either side of Michael's body, and I went to town.

"Fuck," Michael breathed out, then he picked his head up to plant his face in my chest. He got his mouth around a nipple, and it set my entire body on fire.

How I wanted to look back and watch Ashton's face. Was he upset that I pushed him away? Was he turned on by my little bursts of boldness? Surely, he had to be getting off on what was happening in front of him.

"Mm," I groaned, as I found the right spot. I went slow at first, enjoying the sensation.

The feeling was fleeting, as always, because someone always had to be in control. Suddenly, I was flying backwards, losing my rhythm as a hand went around my neck.

Yeah, Ashton didn't like being challenged.

"You dirty fucking girl," he growled in my ear. "Did I say you could move? Did I say you could fuck my friend the way you wanted?"

"I'm sorry," I choked out, my hand frantically going for his wrist.

Ashton quickly deflected the movement. "Nope. Michael, grab her hands."

Then, my hands were being held down on Michael's abdomen. His grip was just as tight as Ashton's. I couldn't move at all. I might as well have been tied up.

"Think you can fuck her like this?"

"Fuck yeah."

I whined as I was filled up again, it wasn't as slow or as mind blowing as when I was in control. I couldn't look around to see Michael's face, nor Ashton's. Still, it was hot as fuck, being held down and used, and I wanted more of it. I gave an experimental tug at Michael's grip, just to see.

"Mm, no you don't," he chastised, tugging back twice as hard.

"How cute, you think you can break free," Ashton mumbled in my ear. His free hand reached down to pinch my ass cheek, followed by a harsh spank. "Not here, babygirl. You need to earn it."

I whimpered once again. I didn't even try to wiggle my hips, the only thing I was able to move. Ashton still had his hand on my ass, which meant he was very close to physically restraining me even more. I moaned quietly, while Ashton and Michael were filling up the room with their noises. Ashton wasn't even fucking me, he just got off on restraining me while one of his friends did the fucking.

But I knew, once this part was over, Ashton was going to be insatiable. Just like last time.

"Okay, let her go," he ordered after a while. Then, he took my waist. "Here babygirl, face me."

I was pulsating between my legs as I removed myself. My heart pounded when my eyes met Ashton's once again. He watched me as I grabbed Michael by the base and sank down on him again.

"Michael, hold onto her," my boyfriend said darkly. "And let her fucking have it."

There was no time to breathe, as his cock pounded into me. I let out a loud moan and squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself on the mattress, until Ashton took my hands and placed them on his shoulders.

My eyes opened, and I saw the look on his face change. I could barely process it before he was leaning in to kiss me. It was tender, a complete turn from the harsh front he usually put on in the bedroom. The sudden softness almost made me forget that there was a third person in the room.

"Baby," Ashton mumbled, cupping my face.

His thumb rubbed my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth and gently suckled on the tip. Then, Michael thrusted in a particularly intense way, and I groaned against the digit, almost biting into it.

And just like that, the soft moment was over. Ashton's hand was around my neck again, and Michael was growling as he got closer to his end. He grabbed my ass, nails digging into the flesh while Ashton brought his lips down to my nipples, only driving me more wild. I keened and moaned, my thighs shaking the more I tried to clench them together. My toes curled, feeling the coil in my body tighten every second.

"Fuck, oh fuck," Michael growled. "I'm gonna come…"

"Okay, okay, stop moving," Ashton told him.

Michael stilled and pulled out, his breath heavy and shaky. I felt the same way, except I was not as close to orgasm as he was.

Next thing I knew, I was deepthroating his cock, with Ashton holding the back of my head to make sure I didn't move. I choked around the girth so much that my eyes teared up, I wasn't sure I'd be able to see it through.

But Michael certainly did.

"Oh, oh fuck!" he cried out, his hips moving erratically. He let out long, guttural moans while he spilled down my throat. "Aahh, fuck yeah. Fucking take it all."

I moaned around his cock, trying to lap up what I could. However, once I was let go, I was drooling his cum, and Ashton saw it.

He just scooped up whatever he could with his finger and got back into my mouth. "We'll try that again in a minute."

At first, I thought he meant that I was going to have another go with Michael. Then, I realized my ass was pressed up against Ashton's crotch. He was still rock hard, and only the first half of the night was done.

#5sos smut #ashton irwin smut #mashton smut #michael clifford smut #michael clifford imagine #ashton irwin imagine #try new things fic #and 3 years later.... she has been updated #donut worry tho both reader(?) and ash get their nut dw dw

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irwinkitten · 5 years

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being occasional fuck buddies with ashton, and one time as you're riding ash nice and slowly bc you've cum 3 times, but bc ash hasnt cum, its just not enough™, and mikey walks in, and is like 'oh shit!’ and goes to leave, but ash calls him back and is like, ‘you wanna see how pretty our best friend looks when she cums for me?’ and mike nods, so ash switches you round so he can get it from behind so you can face mike, and he makes you look mike in the eyes as you moan and groan about (1/2)

how good ash's cock is and how big he is, and how you, a dirty little girl, the prettiest, neediest little slut, can never get enough of ash's cock. and mike can't help but rile ash up. “hows her pussy man? is it tight?” and ash has to grit his teeth in order to respond. "So fuckin' tight. squeezing my cock so good.” “look at her face, man. so innocent.” “i know. makes me wanna fuck the innocence out of her.” “think you've already done that. she could write an essay about your cock, dude.” (2/2)

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I showed this to @sexgodashton and she carried on for y’all. I’m currently fucking dead.

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Mikey would love teasing you both endlessly. “Look at these pretty nipples. Okay if I touch?” He’d say, looking at Ash over your shoulder. “I would say whatever the lady wants but we both know she wants it. Isn’t that right, naughty girl?” And you’d bite your lip and nod your head to Mikey. His hands would pinch and pull at your nipples. He’d slap your tits and make you moan, squeezing around Ash’s cock. “Oh fuck, Mikey do that again.”

He slaps your tits over and over. The red marks he leaves behind sting, but you’re too blissed out to care. Ashton’s hands dig into your hips where he’s thrusting into you. You’re already three orgasms deep and closing in on a fourth when Ashton tells Michael to choke you.

“Both hands. Squeeze until she closes her eyes,” his voice is deep, and he growls his instructions. “Keep those pretty eyes right on Mike until you cum, slut. God, I’m close. Gonna cum so deep inside this pretty pussy, yeah?”

You whine as you lock your gaze with Michael. The hungry look in his grey-green eyes sends you closer to the edge. His hands tighten around your throat, and your vision blurs at the edges. The lack of oxygen to your brain heightens the way Ash keeps hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. He’s almost there, judging by his rhythm slipping just slightly.

“Show Mike how pretty you are when you cum. Let go,” Ash commands.

“Fuck,” you pant, taking the tiniest of breaths and closing your eyes. Mikey’s hands linger just a moment, tightening briefly before pulling away entirely. Your whole body trembles as your orgasm takes over. The way your pussy clenches around his cock is too much, and Ash groans and spills inside you.

You’re gasping for air, head still spinning when Ash carefully guides you back against his chest. Both of you are panting. You press your lips against Ashton’s whining into the kiss, almost forgetting Michael was there until he clears his throat.

“I guess I’ll just uh-“ he starts.

“No way,” you cut him off. “Stay.” You give Ash a look, silently communicating your intentions. His answering look is all the encouragement you need.

“I’ll need a few minutes,” you breathe, “but you better be naked and next to me by then, Mr. Clifford.”

#yall fucking suck #oh my god this is so hot #i’ll put it under a read more in a few #mashton blurb #mashton smut #michael clifford smut #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin blurb #ashton irwin blurbs #michael clifford blurbs #michael clifford blurb #ask you shall receive #nonnie

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Mornings Masterlist

An Ode To The Sea (ao3) - Malinawrites luke/calum N/R, 537

Summary: Calum loves his mornings with Luke. Like a lot.

everything will glow for you (ao3) - mukelftv michael/calum T, 695

Summary: michael and calum have a soft morning.

Good morning (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 1k

Summary: Michael wakes up from a lovely wet dream his boyfriend next to him. very kinky morning sex happens. :)

hang up the telephone (and just be here with me) (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: The rain wakes Ashton at seven in the morning, but the phone buzzing on the bedside table is what rouses Luke.

how do you like your eggs in the morning? i like mine with a kiss (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton, michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: Ashton doesn't know how he got lucky enough to have the most beautiful boy in the world standing butt naked in his kitchen making him breakfast on a Saturday morning but hey, he isn't complaining.

In The Heat Where You Lay (ao3) - merlypops michael/ashton E, 2k

Summary: It's Mashton's anniversary, Michael is sleepy, and Ashton just wants to give him his present.

i was made to keep your body warm (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: There was a calm feeling in the air, despite the deep arousal flowing through both of them. Ashton pressed a hand to Luke's shoulder, gently slowing his movements to resume their unhurried pace.

or, lashton morning sex

Just Another Reason I Could Never Forget You (ao3) - MyMy michael/calum M, 2k

Summary: It's malum grinding one out in the too early morning.

Live Like This Forevermore (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Luke and Ashton spent a lazy morning together

mornings (ao3) - sanfran michael/luke E, 527

Summary: michael and luke love mornings like this

Morning Sexxxxx (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 436

Summary: just basically short Muke smut (morning sex)

Plaid Shirts and Morning Kisses (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Luke wears one of Michael's plaid shirts.

right now could last forever (ao3) - mukelftv luke/ashton T, 434

Summary: luke's wearing ashton's shirt this morning.

stay stay stay (i’ve been loving you for quite some time) (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) michael/ashton T, 2k

Summary: A soft, lazy morning that ends with Ashton asking Michael a very important question.

tell me that you got nowhere to be (ao3) - mukelftv luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 1k

Summary: luke and calum have another lazy morning together.

the best present (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Luke has one particular present to give Ashton on Christmas.

Waking Up Next To You (ao3) - iamfrenchy michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Waking up next to Michael Clifford had to be the most amazing feeling in the world and I was that lucky person that got to call Mikey my own, I, Luke Hemmings, got to call him all my own.

Cute fluff moments and just a little peak into a very fluffy cute morning between the two.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #mornings #mornings masterlist

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5sosOpener!Y/N

summary: you’re is the opener for 5sos and they’re all kinda in love with you

4300 words, issa long one fam

-you’re an rising performer and they saw you live once while creating their new album and all fell in love with your voice on the spot

-they convince management that they want you as their opener because you’re amazing

-when your management approaches you about it, of course you say yes and soon after that you’re following all of 5sos on insta and they’re following you

-they want to get to know you pre tour to see if you’re chill, it will be easier to tour together if you’re all buds

-so you go meet up with them at Cal’s house and spend the whole day getting to know each other

-they’re all super cool and you find yourselves all laughing and chilling next to the pool having a great time

-they show you some of their new songs and you all end up having an impromptu singing and dancing party

-yeah, its going to be a great tour

-you have to leave and they all offer to drive you home but you have it covered

-as soon as you’re gone they’re all just like “wow.” “yeah, she’s an angel.”

-they make a group chat with you in it and you all talk a bunch before the tour starts

-meeting up with them whenever you can

-Ashton convinces you to go to yoga

-you go walk Cal’s dog with him

-Michael getting you to create fortnite so you can play with him and Luke

-the first day of tour arrives and you show up to the airport only to be sneak attacked by Ashton who was totally waiting for you, he’d really want you to feel included and welcome

-getting to the plane and you go to sit by yourself but then Michael just comes and sits next to you and smiley, and he’s like “are you ready for tour?!” and he’s just a ray of absolute sunshine

-they all kind of take turns sitting next to you because the flight is so long

-you end up falling asleep on Luke’s shoulder and they’re all just like “oh my god she’s so cute.”

-Luke doesn't let anyone wake you

-usually the opener would travel in a different van and tour bus but they really want to ‘include’ you so you end up being in their van most of the time and you sleep on the other tour bus but you’re in their bus most of the time

-your first show you go out there and you have an amazing set, as you get off the stage the guys all pull you into a huge hug to tell you how amazing you were

-getting to watch them preform and they are brilliant

-hanging out after the concert in a back stage room laughing and talking about the tour

-singing with them

-going over their note changes with them

-can you imagine singing with Calum and Luke and they both just adore your voice

-Michael trying to teach you how to play guitar if you don’t know how to already

-Cal trying to teach you to play bass

-And Ashton letting you dick around with his drums

-going out after concerts to look at the city

-you always get cold and one of them always ends up giving you their jacket

-or one of them offers to hug you to keep you warm

-Michael gives the best fucking hugs but Cal is a close second

-its because Michael is a lil squish okay!?! don’t fight me on this

-all of you taking pictures of each other and being able to freely post them because you’re their opener and its the cutest thing ever

-everyone speculating that you might be dating one of them

-taking cheeky photos where you’re kissing one of their cheeks or their kissing yours and everyone flips out

-spending entire bus rides in their bus goofing off and laughing and having a great time

-when you leave to go to your own bus for the night they spend at least an house usually talking about the cute things you did while with them

-one night you’re in the chill area with them watching a movie and you fall asleep cuddled against Calum

-none of them want to move to wake you up so they all sleep there

-waking up next to these four guys, you all having moved at some time during the night and you’re just a cuddle blob

-pre concert rituals together with huge group hugs

-helping Luke put glitter on before a show because “more glitter!”

-sometimes they bring you on stage to sing with them as an encore

-you and Luke just have such vocal chemistry

-”and can we give it up for our angel and opening act, Y/N!”

-so many hugs

-group dogpiles after the show

-you all write songs together and bounce ideas off of each other

-harmonizing together

-tapping out beats together

-running around cities and usually one of them grabs your hand and starts running and then you’re all running around looking at stuff

-Cal and Ashton are huge fans of carrying you when you get tired

-getting shipped with all of them

-the five of you looking at the ship names and laughing then picking favourites

-so every guys favourite ship name is their own name with yours? what a fucking coincidence eh?

-they all ask your favourite ship name and you’re just like...... “uhhhhhh....”

-refusing to choose

-it would honestly be such a mess because it’s not like you don’t know they’re into you but its hard to choose because they’re all hella

-but you choose, and i can get into each choice later if ya’ll want but for now imma continue with poly!

Continue reading for Poly!5sos

or Luke Con’t, Cal Con’t, Ash Con’t, Michael Con’t

-so they’re all talking about it one night and Michael is just like “we can’t all date her.” and Ashton’s like “i mean... we could....” and they all just kinda look at each other like....

-after that they all do a bunch of research on polyamory which is tough because they all have to hide their phones every time you’re around

-”so i have this friend and she’s in a relationship with two guys, i think it’s called” “Polyamory.” you finish for Ashton and he grins “yeah, what do you think about that?” “i mean as long as they’re all happy and they’ve discussed it, i don’t see an issue.”

-after you leave that night they all huddle to talk about your reaction to it and they all agree that you seemed open to it, or at least, not against it

-the next show you have, you absolutely kill it and the guys are all watching from the side and Michael just says “holy shit. i think i fucking love her.”

-they’re all just like “oh shit.” cuz they’re all kinda feeling that way

-”okay, we do this tonight. we tell her tonight.”

-after the show they all come into a back room where you’re just hanging out. Ashton sits on one side of you, Luke on the other while Michael and Calum hang back and lean against the wall watching

-”hey guys, great show!” “Y/N we need to tell you something.” “Yikes Ash, you’re giving me your serious face.” “we all like you.”

-there’s a bit of silence and then the whole thing makes sense, “ohhhh, thats why you wanted to talk about polyamory.” they all just kinda stare at you and you’re like “wait, so you all want to date me?”

-”i mean, we could just give it a shot, see how it goes.” “yeah, you could end it any time you want.” “we wont let it affect our professional relationship.”

-”okay, we can give it a try.”

-group hug but this time its sweeter

-group deciding what you want to do for the night. i mean, sometimes after concerts you all go clubbing but sometimes you all end up chilling on the tour bus, or on nights when you have hotels you sometimes all go to one of their rooms and watch movies on demand

-thank god this night you all have a hotel so you head there and decide to go to Ash and Cal’s room to watch movies

-pushing the huge beds together so you can all fit

-”Y/N you get to choose the movie.” “really? you mean all i had to do to choose was agree to date you guys? would have done this ages ago!”

-its a big cuddle pile

-but there’s no easy way for you to cuddle all of them

-Ash immediately pulls you next to him, Luke curls up on your other side with his head on your shoulder while Calum and Michael are kinda just like ‘well now what’ Michael flails himself onto the bed and gets between your legs, using your entire body as a pillow, now its just Calum standing there so he chooses to be next to Ashton but you reach out your hand and place it on his chest, his hand going over yours

-falling asleep when the movie ends

-you wake up first in the middle of all your boys, and they are, your boys

-Ashton and Calum wake up soon after and the three of you go to another room to hang out and order breakfast while Luke and Michael get more sleep (feel like those two need some good snoozing time)

-you still haven’t actually kissed any of them, you’re less than 24 hours into the whole dating them thing but still, you figure you should have kissed at least one of them by now

-the room service comes, Ashton deals with it at the door and when he comes back in with the food you go up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, it makes him giggle and he turns in your arms so you’re pressed against his chest and he’s looking down at you and you just do it

-you tip toe and kiss him. one of his hands immediately goes to cup your face

-when you pull away from Ashton, Calum is grinning, “shoulda known all it would take to get that first kiss would be some food.”

-you and Ashton laughing as you go over to where Calum is sitting on the couch and you straddle him, pressing your lips to his next while Ashton sets up breakfast

-the smell brings a sleepy Luke and Michael into the room and Michael sighs, “shoulda known it would be Cal to get the first kiss.”

-”actually it was me, won my way in with food.” Ashton grins

-”you gonna give me some sugar too or what?” Michael teases as you get off Cal to greet your sleepy boys

-you grab Michael’s face and kiss him next, his hands wrap around you and give your ass a squeeze, causing everyone to laugh as you pull away grinning

-before Luke can feel left out you go on your tip toes to kiss him too

-when you pull away his eyes are still closed only to flutter open to look at you with a grin

-and just like that you’ve kissed all of them, ripped off the bandaid, just went for it, and it actually feels kinda normal?

-having breakfast together and then all of you go to the bus for your drive to the next city

-if you thought they fought about having your attention before? you’re into a whole new level now

-and there’s never enough room for all of you so usually you gotta choose two and then give your attention to the other two later

-its just a huge group of friends and also some hard core make out sessions, what’s not to love?

-at the next city, Calum and Ashton really want to explore but Luke and Michael are still exhausted nuggets who need some chill time before the show so you go out with Cal and Ash

-Ash always had his arm over your shoulders even when you weren’t ‘dating’ and now Cal grabs your hand as the three of you walk down the street

-it begins to rain and you end up in some hole in the wall diner, the three of you shoved into one side of a booth so that they can both be touching you

-Cal’s beautiful tattoo covered hand on your thigh while Ash’s arm is still over your shoulders

-Cal begins to kiss you first and then Ash goes for your neck and before you know it you’re that triad thats being way too sexual in public

-running through the city, Ashton pulling you pulling Cal, back to the arena and they go to get ready

-you bump into Michael and Luke who both look amazing and Michael just gets behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as his head goes to your shoulder and Luke comes and pulls you to his chest. a Muke sandwich. please.

-”guys, i gotta change and get ready.” “i’m down to help you take your clothes off.” “Michael!”

-finding yourself in a change room and Michael makes the whole clothes off process dirty but Luke actually helps you put your stage outfit on and is actually such a lovely giant baby about it

-Cal finding you three in your change room and he just laughs because Michael is struggling to take off your pants while Luke is insisting that you need them on for stage

-your first preconcert ritual as a poly group where they all want to be the last to kiss you before you go on stage and end up having a tournament of rock paper scissors to see who wins the honour

-Luke wins and his glitter gets all over your face but you can’t fix it before going on stage

-going through your set and being super aware that the guys are all watching from backstage takes it to a new level

-it just fits. and there’s already so much love. you’re already so comfortable with all of them and you all just fit together

-you gotta go on the bus after the concert and you’re about to head to your own bus when Cal stops you, “nah, sleep with me tonight.”

-you cuddle up next to Calum on the small tour bus bed but the five of you are all still talking to each other

-”shhh, she’s asleep.” “aw is she doing that cute thing with her face where-” “where she sleeps? yeah. she’s sleeping. that’s the face.”

-tour continues, on nights where you’re on the bus you switch between their beds and cuddle until you fall asleep

-you’re with at least one of them most of the time which is pretty cool

-you Luke and Calum spend lots of time singing together

-Ashton and Michael join in on the singing if they’re around

-Ashton’s the one who wants to go explore cities with you, usually Luke or Calum will join, Michael does sometimes but not too often

-Luke and Calum are cuddle-bugs and they always want to be touching you or cuddling you or pulling you into their arms

-Michael (this dirty boy) turns everything dirty and he loves to have his face buried into your neck

-Michael and Ashton will tickle the shit out of you

-but Luke and Cal will protect you from Michael and Ashton during tickle fights so it’s pretty even odds, unless you join in and then Ashton will run away and leave Michael to be tickled

-when Cal and Luke aren't around the only way to stop Michael and Ashton from tickling you is to kiss them, this always gets Michael to stop tickling you, Ashton’s not so easy but he always gives in

-and thats how you end up having Mashton for the first time probably. in a hotel room, supposed to be meeting others in a bit and then they decide to tickle you and you kiss Michael to stop and he just groans, falling onto the bed next to you and pulling you on top of him. Ashton stops and watches for a bit before joining in and just like that, Mashton is your first triad sexual experience but damn

-cuz they both kinky, dirty, hella gorgeous men.

-Michael is super into dirty talk and Ashton just rifs off of him because they are power doms

-the three of you dont get to chill after because ya’ll gotta run and meet the others so you’re all tossing clothes at each other and hurrying to button everything up before running out the door

-Luke and Calum both totally know what happened when they see the three of you

-i’m just going to get into it fam. here we go with all the triads in alphabetical order <3

-Cake: sometimes these two just need a quiet, relaxing night. this is definitely the triad for that. they’re such sweeties and they both just cherish the shit out of you. we’re talking sex where you’re all exhausted but just want some loving. lots of kissing and groans and clenching your eyes shut. i’m going to say a lot of spooning just because

-Cashton: my dream team. the rhythm section. these boys keep a fast, brutal pace that makes it hard to walk the next day. they are pretty dirty and they’re both doms (but Ash takes over most of the time as the real power dom) they are all hands, groping, and groaning. “say my name princess.” either overstimulation or orgasm denial. these two will find any place available to fuck. the most into public stuff. pre and post concert sex while in the arena building is huge for these two.

-Lashton: this pairing happening the first time when Luke walks in on you and Ashton pre concert and Luke’s already so pumped for the concert he’s just like “fuck it” and joins. Luke is at his roughest when he’s with Ashton because you’re super into it with Ashton so he tries it too. these two golden boys are different but Ashton goes a bit slower, they reach a happy medium.

-Mashton: so we’re talking dirty and kinky, like super kinky. Michael likes toys and Ashton is the only one who will truly embrace the use of the toys. Like Ash is confident in his ability to make you cum until you’re shaking without toys but he’s down to use the toys because Michael is a toy genius and it always makes it better for all of you. they take turns on who does what and they actually share control? this is I think probably the best equal dom situation. also actually you know what, i still think Cashton is huge on public sex but Mashton is also super down to fuck wherever and whenever you want.

-Malum: i man, i’m super down for all of these pairings but this one is pretty hella in its own right too. they’re constantly laughing at each other. this one is kinda crazy because they can be going hard dom one moment and then laughing their asses off the next. i actually love this triad because of this. its goofy and fun and no pressure, ya’ll can just do whatever you want, there’s no competition or trying to see who can make you cum more or egging each other on to be more dom or more rough. it’s just Michael and Calum being Malum and it’s glorious.

-Muke: these sleepy honeys. morning sex is huge for these cuddle-bugs. i feel like with Ashton and Calum, Michael can be as kinky as he wants but with Luke, its more chill. Michael is always horny so when you’re cuddling with these two it usually heads the sexual way. lots of grinding and groaning and rubbing, just a fuck ton of foreplay. so much foreplay. these two just work really well together

-yeah being on tour makes it really hard to find time for sex so its usually quickies at the venue or hotel sex or morning sex before a long bus ride

-they all just want to be touching you all the time

-the first time you have all of them at once is kinda wild and a bit clunky because there’s a lot of patience involved when five people are trying to do the do but Ashton gets kinda fed up with it and takes the wheel as the main power dom who tells everyone what to do

-Luke is down to do what Ash says but Cal and Michael take some convincing

-so yeah, three doms and a medium would be a fun time

-getting pampered like a motherfucker

-so you’re their opener and everyone knows that you’re close with the band

-but there starts to be more and more pics of you holding Calum’s hand, or Ashton’s arm over your shoulders, or Luke giving you piggy backs or Michael hugging you and people are making hella detailed conspiracy theories on which of them you’re actually dating

-i’ve said this before but the more the touching becomes less PG the more fans notice

-”Luke you have to stop kissing me before i go on stage, fans are noticing the glitter on both of us.”

-you’d think that the first actual picture of one of them kissing you would be with Ashton because he doesn’t give two shits but it ends up being Luke. this pretty boy gets too excited about kissing you as you come off stage and he doesn’t realize he’s standing just a bit too close to the stage and that he’s in the line of view of a few fans

-none of you notice it until after the concert when Ash just starts laughing and shows a blurry picture but its obviously you and Luke and the fan caption is “I KNEW THE GLITTER MATCHED!”

-your ship name begins to trend everywhere and it’s just like oh shit

-imagine the headlines though. “Lead singer Luke Hemmings caught in the act with his opener.” “Luke Hemmings kisses new girlfriend, unaware of cameras.” “Luke’s the one! on stage kiss confirms 5sos singer and his new opener beau” “5sos fans call it again, Hemmings is dating his opener.” “Y/N L/N cozies up to her singer beau as she gets off stage at 5sos concert.”

-you all decide just to not contradict the headings and just roll with it, at least you and Luke can be seen in public being cute now

-but boy does it make the others jealous. Luke being the only one who’s able to kiss you in public is not sharing.

-they all deal with it... until you and Cal are out one night and it’s dark and you think no one’s around and his arm slips over your shoulders and he kisses your cheek and boom, the next day the headings are: “Calum and Luke fighting over the same girl.” “5sos Opener Y/N L/N, the new Yoko?” “Calum Hood spotted having a tender moment with Luke Hemmings girlfriend.” “trouble in paradise for 5sos?”

-people are getting kinda savage about the whole Luke and Calum mess and it’s taking everything for your guys not to stand up for you online because they are protective as shit over you

-”how are we even going to break the news to everyone about this?”

-yeah this is a big fucking deal. like could you imagine?

-they want to hide you and keep the shit from hitting the fan but with Luke and Calum already having pictures with you they can’t stop it anymore

-Michael is the one to just go “fuck this.” and he posts a picture

-it’s the five of you, in your pre-concert huddle

-his caption is just a bunch of hearts

-Ashton follows suit, posting a picture of the five of you all trying to fit on a couch, his caption: “this tour is special, its taught me about love, acceptance and commitment, and most importantly, that these three things are not set by society but by those experiencing them. we’re happy, what else matters?”

-Luke posts a picture of the five of you walking down a cobblestone street, his caption: “can you feel the love.”

-Calum is last, he’s not super into posts about his private life but he finds a picture of the five of you on stage from a concert where they invited you to sing Lie to Me with Luke, his caption: “family <3″

-people are so fucking confused.

-you finally post a picture of you on the couch laying on all of them, captioned “my boys.”

-this picture did not help at all. peeps still be confused af

-like i’ve written some poly 5sos where it’s not an AU and its always been kinda tough because imagine how the fandom would react but poly!5sos with all of them x reader? this would be a shit storm

-of course any interview they have this is the main topic of discussion. finally Ashton breaks and is just like “i have a word of the day... and that word is Polyamory. look it up. thank you next.”

-finally being able to go out in public and do more than just hand holding without worrying

-and now when you’re on stage and your set is finishing sometimes they’ll come out and do a duet with you

-like they all secretly practice the shit out of one of your songs so they can surprise you on stage by doing a duet with you

-i mean, its crazy and wild but there’s so much love

-they all want to write music about you

-yeah so this is like the perfect life and holy fuck i want it

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8. Mashton

credits: mastrubands (desactivado / no existe)

palabras: 4487

libro en wattpad

''Michael, ¿qué cojones? No entiendo esta mierda'' lo digo. Lo miro por encima del libro de física y lanzo el lápiz a la mesa.

Michael ha venido a ayudarme con física. Se ofreció a ayudarme y es muy amable por su parte, pero parece que ni él entiende esto, o sea parece que no que sabe de lo que está hablando.

''Tranquilízate, T/N. Hay que practicar mucho, eso es todo'' dice Michael.

''¿Entiendes esto?'' digo un poco alto, suspirando.

''¡¿Qué quieres decir?!'' exclama. Oh, mierda.

''Quiero decir que esto es muy difícil, ¿cómo lo entiendes? ¡Voy a suspender!''

''Tranquilízate, T/N'' se levanta y masajea mis hombros.

''¿T/N? ¿Estás bien?'' dice Ashton mientras entra en la habitación. Inmediatamente mira mis hombros y aparta la mirada hacia la tele con rapidez. Michael se da cuenta y quita sus manos con vergüenza.

''No, odio esta mierda'' digo y me levanto de la silla. ''Voy a coger algo de beber, ¿queréis algo?''

''No, gracias'' dice Michael, cerrando mi libro.

''Estoy bien, T/N'' dice Ashton.

Voy hacia la cocina y bebo un vaso de agua. Dios, odio física. Pongo mi vaso en el fregadero y vuelvo al salón.

''Hey T/N, tengo que irme. Pregúntame en cuanto tengas una duda, ¿vale?'' dice Michael.

''¿No te quieres quedar a cenar?''

''No, de verdad que tengo que irme, lo siento'' dice Michael, abrazándome.

''Vale, gracias por ayudarme y soportar mi mierda'' digo.

''Te veo luego'' dice, casi chocándose con la puerta de cristal. Estúpido torpe de mierda.

Vuelvo a la sala de estar, encontrándome a Ashton en el sofá con mi libro de física entre sus -enormes- manos. La vista de éstas me hace preguntarme qué se sentirá al tener esos largos y habilidosos dedos dentro de mí otra vez.

''Como si fueses a entenderlo'' digo y sonrío, caminando hacia él para coger mi libro. Cuando intento cogerlo, Ashton lo cierra, haciendo que casi caiga y me rompa el puto cuello. ''Idiota''

Ashton se quita las gafas y se echa hacia atrás. Se ve muy relajado y bonito, casi quiero saltar sobre él y abrazarlo para siempre, pero entonces veo sus manos y mi humor cambia. Me siento a horcajadas sobre su regazo y tira el libro sobre la mesa, suspirando.

''Puedo ayudarte con física'' dice, mirándome a los ojos.

''Claro, como se te da tan bien...'' digo y balanceo mis brazos alrededor de su cuello.

''Al menos Michael no tendría que hacerlo'' dice con frialdad, bajando la vista.

''Aw, ¡mi pequeño Ashy está celoso de su amigo Mikey!'' digo, sonando como una niña de siete años, palmeando su cabeza.

''No estoy celoso, T/N'' dice con un tono de voz más serio.

''Uhm, Ashton, es obvio que lo estás. Muy típico...'' susurro.

Ashton me mira, esta vez a mis labios. Entonces levanta la vista lo suficiente para mirarme a los ojos y pone una de sus manos en mi espalda baja y la otra en la nuca. Sus dedos no están apretando suave o gentilmente, como suele hacer. Esto solo puede significar una cosa... sexo duro.

Una pequeña sonrisa aparece en mi rostro solo por el pensamiento de tener sexo caliente con él.

''No estoy celoso'' repite. ''Sabes que puedo soportarlo'' de repente quita su mano de mi cuello, moviéndola hasta mi cola de caballo. Tira de mi pelo hacia atrás, haciendo que mire al techo. La primera cosa que siento es la lengua de Ashton haciendo círculos alrededor de un sensible punto en mi cuello. Éste ya me hace sentir sorprendida y débil, pero todo empeora cuando lentamente pone ahí su boca abierta, sintiendo cada parte de sus labios en contacto con mi piel.

Un corto pero fuerte suspiro abandona mi boca pero rápidamente se vuelve un suave gemido después de que Ashton cierre su boca con lentitud, sus labios aún en mi cuello. Suelta mi pelo y su mano baja hasta mi cuello otra vez, forzándome a mirarlo.

''T/N mírame. Estoy hasta arriba de mierda y tú también'' dice. Vale, ahora estoy segura: vamos a tener sexo duro. ¿Por qué también no provoco...?

''Asht-''

''Quítate los pantalones'' dice, y quita mis piernas de su regazo.

''¿Por qué?''

''Porque yo lo digo'' dice, haciendo más y más evidente que está dominante.

''Me encanta cuando estás mandón'' susurro. La enorme mano de Ashton inmediatamente va hacia mi culo, azotándolo con fuerza. No habrá provocación entonces.

Grito de dolor por su repentina acción.

''Eso es lo que obtienes por ser una chica mala'' desabrocha mis pantalones y se levanta, empujándome con él. Me mira, respirando pesadamente. Lo miro a los ojos, viendo la lujuria en ellos. El contacto visual no dura mucho. ''Oh, ¿qué voy a hacer contigo, T/N...?'' sus labios están de vuelta en mi cuello, chupando un punto debajo de mi oreja. Su mano libre baja de mi cuello hasta mi cintura, rozando suavemente mi pecho mientras baja. Esperaba que me quitase los pantalones con dureza, pero no lo hace. ''Vamos a hacer un pequeño examen''

''¿Qué quieres decir?'' digo ya con la respiración acelerada. Pone sus dientes en el sitio que había estado chupando durante dos minutos y muerde justo debajo de la mordedura. Luego, agarra mis manos y entrelaza nuestros dedos. Levanta nuestras manos y lentamente las echa hacia atrás. Me inclino y lo beso con fuerza. De repente me empuja, haciendo que caiga al sofá. ''¡Ashton, ¿qué estás haciendo?!'' digo, y le dedico una mirada confusa. Baja mis pantalones.

''Mirar si Michael hizo que te mojaras'' responde.

Claro que estoy jodidamente mojada, pero por su culpa, y él lo sabe.

''Pero Ashton tú-'' su dedo índice va hacia el punto mojado de mi ropa interior y empieza a rozar su dedo contra él, sin hacerlo lo suficientemente fuerte como para sentirlo bien.

''Exacto, justo lo que pensaba... te mojó'' dice Ashton. ''Eres una pequeña puta, pero está bien. Ya sabía que eras una mala chica'' su mano baja hasta mi sexo, tocándolo con la palma de su mano.

''¿Cómo te has vuelto tan celoso, Ashton?'' lo miro, una pequeña y sucia sonrisa adorna su rostro.

''Si de verdad lo estuviese, ¿haría esto?'' mira hacia la puerta.

Durante un segundo, no sé lo que está pasando, pero todo se vuelve claro cuando Michael aparece en la habitación. Tiene un sucia sonrisa en su rostro.

''¡Ashton, qué cojones!'' grito, intentándome tapar.

''Normalmente no me gusta compartir lo que me pertenece, pero viéndote caminar delante de mis amigos con esos malditos shorts, hace que quiera castigarte. Castigarte muy duro'' dice Ashton, quitando sus manos de mis partes íntimas y besando mi hombro izquierdo. ''Pero sigo siendo tu novio, y sé lo mucho que quieres esto. Y estás muy estresada con lo exámenes, así que por qué no 'mimar' a mi bebé''

No sé qué decir. ¿Cómo puede...? ¿Por qué haría...? ¿CÓMO LO HA SABIDO?

Escucho a Michael reír un poco antes de comenzar a andar hacia mí. Agarra mi brazo y me levanta. Intento deshacerme de su agarre, aunque no me importaría un trío con 'Mashton'.

''Michael... Yo-'' tartamudeo. ''Está bien, ¿verdad, Ashton?''

Miro a Ashton y asiente levemente. Tiene todo mi consentimiento, pero quiero que Ashton esté completamente bien con esto.

''Micha-''

''No, no, no, bebé. Vamos a hacer esto a nuestra manera'' Michael mira a Ashton. ''Llámame daddy'' susurra en mi oreja. Muerde el lóbulo de ésta mientras que sus manos bajan hasta mi culo, el cual aprieta, acercándome a él. Gimo ya que me pilla por sorpresa.

Estrella sus labios contra los míos. Mis ojos están abiertos por segunda vez, pero entonces me doy cuenta de que debería dejarme llevar. Después de todo, un trío con Michael y Ashton es algo que llevo queriendo desde hace un tiempo.

Escucho a Ashton levantarse y, antes de saberlo, se encuentra detrás de mí, besando mi cuello de nuevo. Sus manos van hacia mis caderas, sujetándome para así poder pegarse a mí. Puedo sentir su duro miembro contra mi cuerpo.

''Toda acción tiene una reacción, bebé'' susurra Ashton, refiriéndose a su erección, haciéndome querer rodar los ojos ante su estúpida referencia.

Gimo en la boca de Michael, sintiéndome mejor que nunca. Da un paso hacia atrás y mira mi pecho desnudo.

''Tenías razón tío; tiene unas tetas bonitas'' dice, haciendo que Ashton deje salir una carcajada (como si estuviese orgulloso, supongo). Michael admira mis tetas mientras suavemente acaricia mis pezones con sus pulgares. Entonces añade más presión.

''Ahh, joder Michael'' exhalo. Inmediatamente se aparta, al igual que Ashton.

''Escucha, cariño'' dice Michael.

''Tienes que ser una buena chica para nosotros si quieres conseguir lo que quieres'' continúa Ashton mientras me acerca a él. Asiento y miro a Michael, que se está quitando la ropa, mordiendo mi labio.

''Otra vez, ¿cómo tienes que llamarnos?'' Ashton respira en mi cuello, sus manos viajan hasta mis tetas, ahuecándolas con sus enormes manos.

''D-d... daddy''

''Bien...'' dice Michael, el cual me besa de nuevo. Va hacia mis tetas y las toma entre sus manos.

Ashton da un paso hacia atrás para quitarse la ropa y acariciarme desde atrás. Michael empieza a chupar mi pezón izquierdo y usa su otra mano para acariciar el derecho y tirar de él.

''Ahh, daddy'' exhalo y empieza a chupar más fuerte. Veo a Ashton en un lado, masturbándose. ''Ven aquí, deja que haga eso por ti'' pongo mis dedos en la punta cubierta de una capa brillante de líquido preseminal. La punta se ha vuelto más oscura, más rosa, al igual que sus ojos. La lujuria y la necesidad de tocar se han vuelto más grandes.

Rozo mi pulgar contra su raja y empiezo a moverlo de arriba a abajo, repartido el líquido por toda la punta.

''Ah, joder, sigue así'' gime Ashton.

Mientras tanto, yo también soy un desastre de gemidos, ya que Michael me está cuidando bastante bien. Vamos a devolverle el favor.

Pongo mi mano en el pecho de Michael y él me acerca, besándome mientras mis manos van hacia su miembro y empiezo a masajearlo. Se pone derecho, dejando caer su cabeza hacia atrás. Es entonces cuando encuentro tiempo para ponerme de rodillas y mirarlos. Pongo mis labios alrededor de la punta de Ashton y lentamente hago círculos con la lengua mientras los masturbo con las manos. Echo un vistazo a Ashton y parece que le está gustando, entonces miro a Michael que parece que está disfrutando bastante el verme dándole una mamada a su mejor amigo.

De nuevo, miro a Ashton y meto en mi boca lo máximo posible. Intento que no me den arcadas, pero desgraciadamente fallo ya que él empieza a embestirme.

Finalmente me echo hacia atrás, su polla saliendo de mi boca haciendo un 'pop'. La vuelvo a meter y Ashton pone su mano en mi cabeza, intentando que entre lo máximo posible. La dejo salir, respirando con rapidez, buscando aire. Entonces es el turno de Michael, que parece que está muy impaciente. Lo provoco un poco y la meto en mi boca.

''Sí, sigue así pequeña. Dale a daddy todo lo que tienes'' gime mientras que las manos de Ashton van hacia mis tetas. Las aprieta y les da una pequeña bofetada, haciéndome chillar ante su repentina acción.

Me aparto y escupo sobre la polla de Michael, haciéndome más fácil el masturbarlo. Vuelvo a la polla de Ashton y la chupo de nuevo. Gime y lo miro inocentemente, parpadeando repetidas veces.

''¿Lo estoy haciendo bien, daddy?''

''Sí nena, pero sé que puedes chupar más que eso'' su mano se enreda en mi pelo, intentando sostener mi cabeza. Entonces empieza a embestir más fuerte que antes, haciendo que las arcadas sean más fuertes.

''Ahh, joder. Chúpala toda, bebé'' gime. Me aparto y vuelvo a Michael, quien también enreda sus manos en mi pelo y empieza a embestir constantemente y con rapidez. Su polla es bastante gruesa y hace que mi mandíbula duela. Su líquido preseminal sabe bien y está caliente, por lo que sigo.

Michael me pone de pie, besándome con fuerza y mordiendo mi labio. Me da la vuelta con fuerza, casi haciéndome caer. Puedo sentir su erección en mi espalda baja. Sus manos bajan hasta mi sexo y lo acaricia suavemente.

''Inclínate para daddy'' susurra en mi oído. Hago lo que me dice e inmediatamente siento un azote en mi culo. Basándome en lo que siento, debe ser la mano de Ashton.

''¡Ah daddy! ¿Por qué?'' lloriqueo.

''Un poco de dolor te ayudará a sufrir cuando estés herida. Como el tipo de dolor cuando intentes andar después de que terminemos contigo'' responde Ashton para volver a azotarme.

Entonces Michael tira de mi desordenada cola de caballo y me guía hacia el sofá. Se tumba y me siento encima de él, rozando mi chorreante coño contra su duro miembro. Gemidos un tanto pornográficos salen de mi boca mientras siento su punta contra mi clítoris cada vez que voy hacia abajo.

Ashton se posiciona a mi lado y mi mano izquierda empieza a masturbarlo de nuevo.

''Daddy, ¿puedo...?'' miro a su polla y luego a él.

''Vamos, pequeña'' dice, su cara toda roja de frustración. Miro a su polla, admirando su grosor. Es más gruesa que la de Ashton, pero no más grande. Michael me azota de nuevo ya que tardo demasiado.

''Aaah'' chillo y echo mi cabeza hacia atrás.

Agarro su miembro y lo masajeo varias veces mientras muerdo mi labio. Lo posiciono debajo de mí y lentamente lo introduzco en mi interior, sintiendo cómo la polla de Michael me llena, estirándome más que nunca.

''¡Ahhh, daddy!'' grito.

Me muevo de arriba a abajo lentamente, acostumbrándome.

Ashton parece no estar lo suficientemente satisfecho con el trabajo de mis manos, así que agarra mi cola de caballo otra vez, tirando de ella hacia un lado para poder estar cara a cara con su polla. Escupo sobre ésta, masajeándola un par de veces antes de abrir mi boca para que Ashton pueda follarla.

''Ahh, joder nena. Eres una niña muy muy buena'' Michael gime y me azota de nuevo. Empiezo a montarlo más fuerte y rápido. Mi culo y muslos siguen chocando con su piel cuando bajo.

''Joder, joder, joder T/N'' gime Ashton. Siempre gime algo como esto cuando está muy cerca. Saco su polla de mi boca y le escupo otra vez, masajeándola bastante rápido.

Mientras tanto, Michael tiene sus manos en mis caderas, sujetándome para poder introducirse en mí con fuerza. Dejo a Ashton y me inclino hacia el pecho de Michael. Pone su brazo alrededor de mi cintura y embiste con lentitud pero profundo.

''Mierda T/N, estoy cerca. ¡Joder!'' deja de embestir y cierra sus ojos. Estoy casi gritando y lista para correrme cuando sale de mí.

''Mi turno'' dice Ashton.

Difícilmente puedo seguir el ritmo con el repentino cambio, y gimo de frustración. Ashton me pone de pie, situándose detrás de mí. Michael se sienta y se queda en el sofá.

''Daddy va a cuidarte, ¿vale, bebé?'' susurra en mi oído. Frota su polla contra mi clítoris, convirtiéndome en un desastre de gemidos. Finalmente se introduce en mí y sus manos van hacia mis tetas.

''AH, JODER DADDY'' grito, cerrando mis ojos y gimiendo. Su polla va más profundo que la de Michael, por lo que me tengo que acostumbrar a ella. Una de sus manos baja hasta mi clítoris, el cual masajea con fuerza.

''¿Ves eso, bebé? ¿Ves lo mucho que estás disfrutando esto? Mira a Michael, corriéndose ante la vista de daddy follando el apretado y pequeño coño de su niñita'' susurra Ashton en mi oído, pellizcando mi pezón izquierdo.

Michael se levanta y pone su mano en mi mejilla, empujándome hacia él. Su lengua se desliza dentro de mí y me besa con desesperación. Ashton agarra mis manos y las pone en mi espalda. Entonces Michael se sienta en el sofá y yo me inclino hacia él, chupándosela otra vez, sin usar mis manos.

''Joder bebé. Sí, justo ahí'' dice, empujando mi cabeza hacia abajo. Ashton empieza a embestir más profundo y rápido, y puedo sentir lo estrecha que soy.

''¡Ah, T/N! ¡Joder!'' para de embestir y gimo bastante fuerto, casi alcazando mi clímax. ''Daddy no te permitirá córrerte a menos que te dé permiso''

''¡NO DADDY, POR FAVOR!'' grito de frustración, queriéndome correr.

''No, no, no'' dice Ashton. ''Ahora no''

''No está de acuerdo... Parece algo que solo las chicas malas hacen...'' dice Michael, levantándose.

''Lo siento, daddy'' susurro mientras miro hacia abajo, sabiendo que pronto recibiré algunos azotes.

Ashton se aparta de mí y Michael, con delicadeza, tira de mi pelo, haciendo que quede recta.

''Deberías mirar a daddy cuando te está hablando'' amenaza.

''¿Quieres ser una chica mala? Vale, vamos a tratarte como a una'' susurra Ashton en mi oreja.

Michael agarra mi mano y me empuja al sofá con él. Se sienta y me tumba en su regazo.

''Vamos a azotarte. Diez en total. Y vas a contar, bebé'' dice Michael y yo, en secreto, estoy disfrutando con esto más de lo que debería.

La mano de Ashton baja lentamente hasta mi nalga izquierda y la acaricia antes de azotarla.

''Uno'' grito.

''T/N, ¿desde cuándo contamos así?'' dice Michael, acariciando mi nalga derecha. ''Siempre que haga esto,'' para y me azota con fuerza, haciendo que gima. ''tú dices 'esa fue la número uno, dos, tres, etc. daddy', ¿vale?''

''Vale daddy'' asiento.

Ashton acaricia mi nalga de nuevo y llega otro azote.

''Esa fue la número uno, daddy'' grito de nuevo.

''Buena chica'' sonríe.

La mano de Michael acaricia el sitio donde Ashton acaba de azotarme. El rápido cambio de placer a dolor me tiene loca.

''Me gusta sentir tu culo palpitando y poniéndose rosa debajo de mi mano, nena'' entonces me azota de nuevo en el mismo sitio y yo cuento.

''Esa fue la número dos, daddy'' digo, arreglándomelas para contener la necesidad de gemir o gritar.

''Parece que esto no es lo suficientemente bueno'' dice Ashton y Michael está de acuerdo. Ambos acarician mi culo y sus manos azotan al mismo tiempo. Grito de dolor pero principalmente de placer.

''Esa fue la número cuatro, daddy'' digo, preguntándome si debería contarla como una o dos. Decido contarla como dos.

''Parece que esto fue demasiado'' dice Ashton y su mano lentamente me acaricia desde atrás.

Michael y Ashton me azotan tres veces más cada uno y finalmente llegamos a las diez.

''Está muy mojada. Tenemos que hacer algo al respecto'' susurra con una sonrisa mientras frota la piel que está alrededor de mi entrada.

''Fóllame duro entonces, daddy'' gimo y se levanta. Ashton se sienta y me pone en su regazo. Michael se aparta y Ashton se tumba, poniéndome encima de él haciendo que mi sensible clítoris toque su punta. Miro a Michael, que está sentado a mi lado.

Ashton frota su miembro contra la piel de mi entrada y clítoris, provocándome otra vez. Me muevo hacia arriba y lentamente lo introduzco en mí. Gimo, y de nuevo siento lo estrecha que soy. Me inclino hacia la polla de Michael y la introduzco en mi boca.

''¡Fóllame más duro, daddy!'' grito, apartando de mi boca la polla de Michael, escupiendo el líquido preseminal por todos lados. Ashton obedece y me folla más duro, su punta no deja de golpear mi punto G. Cierro mis ojos y siento el mismo cosquilleo que antes. ''DADDY, ME VOY A CORRER''

''Oh, no, no, no, el honor es para Michael'' dice Ashton sin aliento y Michael se acerca más a mí. Le sonrío mientras muerdo mi labio. Me sonríe y chupa sus labios.

''Fóllame daddy'' susurro de nuevo.

Me empuja a su regazo y me pone frente a él. Ashton se pone de rodillas frente a mí para estar a la misma altura que mis tetas. Me pongo en cuchillas, permitiendo que su polla entre en mí. Agarra mis caderas y me empieza a embestir con fuerza. Ashton entierra su cara en mis tetas y las masajea, pellizcando mis pezones. No me lleva mucho tiempo correrme.

''JODER, JODER, JODER DADDY'' caigo hacia atrás, la cabeza de Michael en mi hombro mientras embiste una vez más.

''No hemos terminado todavía'' dice Ashton, apartándome de Michael y poniéndome en el sofá otra vez. ''Como has aguantado tan bien los azotes, hemos decidido concentrarnos ahora en tu apretado coño''

''Usaste tus manos y boca para que nos corriésemos, T/N. Creo que es hora de que usemos las nuestras'' Michael me guiña un ojo y trago saliva.

Abro mis piernas, permitiéndoles tener una buena vista de mi vagina. Ashton empieza a besar el interior de mis muslos, dejando chupetones por todos lados mientras Michael lleva su pulgar hacia mi clítoris, frotándolo de lado a lado. Reemplaza su pulgar por su dedo índice y corazón, moviéndolos de un lado a otro a la vez que sopla. Ashton introduce un dedo en mi interior, haciéndome lloriquear ya que estoy realmente apretada. Incluso sus dedos son difíciles de soportar.

''Joder, bebé, estás muy apretada'' susurra Ashton contra mi centro, las vibraciones de su voz hace que gima muy fuerte.

Michael quita su mano de mi clítoris y separa mis labios para acceder a éste con facilidad. Estampa sus labios contra él, chupándolo y tirando con sus dientes. Mis gemidos son incontrolables y altos. Estoy gimiendo una y otra vez. Ashton añade otro dedo y es donde parece que me pierdo. Grito de placer.

La combinación del sonido que hacemos, los largos y finos dedos de Ashton saliendo y entrando en mí, la lengua de Michael, la manera en la que los dedos de Ashton rozan mi punto G, la manera en la que me mira a los ojos... puedo ver que estamos disfrutando esto y que el calor del momento está a punto de terminar.

''Estás a punto de correrte, ¿no?'' dice Ashton mientras me mira.

''Di, T/N'' dice Michael, usando su man para separar mis labios, golpeando levemente mi clítoris, escupiendo en él y acariciándolo fuerte. Duele pero también se siente bien.

''S- DADDY, ME VOY A CORRER'' lloriqueo y mi segundo orgasmo me golpea con fuerza.

''Ahora deja que daddy limpie esto por ti'' dice Michael. Mete dos dedos, usándolos como una cuchara. Los saca y los chupa, dejándolos limpios. ''Sabes jodidamente bien. Pruébalo'' saca su lengua fuera, lista para otra batalla con la mía.

''Vamos a probar'' dice Ashton y su boca se estrella contra mi sexo. ''Tu bonita piel está rosa y roja. ¿Quieres un poco de crema, nena?''

''Sí por favor, daddy'' susurro. Ashton va escaleras arriba, dejándonos a Michael y a mí solos. Se levanta y se sienta a mi lado. Me da la vuelta, por lo que estoy cara a cara con él, y me besa con necesidad. Ashton vuelve y pone un poco de crema en su mano y luego se la pasa a Michael. Mis piernas están a un lado diferente a las de Michael, manteniendo el equilibrio en mis rodillas.

''Pon tu rodilla aquí, kitten'' Michael palmea el hueco entre sus piernas. Hago lo que dice y le doy una mirada confusa. Se inclina, sin respirar mientras lo hace. Su respiración me hace cosquillas. ''Móntate en el muslo de daddy'' susurra e, inmediatamente, empiezo a moverme, sintiendo mi mojado sexo siendo acariciado contra su muslo. El pelo en éste hace que me haga cosquillas.

Su mano va hacia mi espalda mientras aprieta mi culo e imita mis movimientos de cadera.

''Te ves muy caliente, T/N'' dice Michael mientras empieza a mover su pierna de arriba a abajo, chocando contra mi mojado centro. Entonces siento algo frío en mi nalga izquierda. Arqueo mi espalda y gimo, empujando mis tetas a la cara de Michael.

Miro hacia atrás y veo a Ashton masajear mi culo y añadir más crema en él, haciéndolo resbaladizo y mojado. Michael lleva mi pezón izquierdo a su boca y lo chupa con fuerza. Luego lo muerde, dejando la marca de sus dientes cuando lo suelta.

''Daddy, eso se siente muy bien'' gimo y mis manos van hacia su pelo. Luego pone algo de crema en su dedo índice para rozarlo contra mi pezón izquierdo. Se siente frío y mi pezón inmediatamente se endurece al tacto. ''Joder daddy, está muy frío'' gimo y quito mis manos de su pelo.

Entonces Ashton aprieta el bote de crema sobre mi pecho y lo rocía sobre mis tetas. Reparte la crema y agarra mis tetas, juntándolas. Su mano ha hacia mi sexo otra vez, moviéndola lentamente de arriba a abajo. Separa mis labios y finalmente pone crema en la punta de mi clítoris. Ashton pellizca y retuerce mis dos pezones al mismo tiempo y se siente jodidamente bien.

Michael recoge la crema y la extiende por todos lados. Sus manos se mueven hasta mi culo y la mano de Ashton hasta mi entrada.

''Quiero estar aquí otra vez, pequeña. Déjame que te haga correrte por última vez esta noche'' sus sucia voz ya es suficiente para hacerme gemir. Me empuja hacia su regazo y directamente se introduce en mí. Gimo y Ashton empieza a embestir con más fuerza. Nunca me cansaré de esto. Nunca.

Mientras voy hacia abajo, dejo una marca de crema en sus muslos. Echo mi cabeza hacia atrás nada más que siento ese conocido nudo en mi estómago.

''Córrete para daddy, pequeña. Aprieta tus paredes y la leche de la polla de daddy'' dice Ashton.

''JODER MIERDA'' me corro y me pongo de pie, mirando a los idiotas.

''Oh no, todavía no hemos terminado'' digo y sonrío. ''Ahora es vuestro turno para correros por última vez esta noche'' me siento de rodillas de nuevo.

Empiezo con Ashton. Lentamente masajeo su polla y la meto en mi boca, sin provocar. La chupa con fuerza, mientras masajeo a los dos.

Me giro hacia Michael y hago lo mismo, usando mis dientes de vez en cuando.

''¡Mierda! ¡Me voy a correr, pequeña!'' gime Michael.

Golpeo mi lengua con su polla, lista para el semen. Se corre, disparando su blanco, caliente y salado líquido en mi boca mientras intento tragarlo todo. Mi saliva y su semen se caen de mi boca.

''Joder, eso es muy caliente'' dice Ashton, agarrándome de mi cola de caballo para empezar a follarme la boca con fuerza. ''Joder, joderrr, AH'' grita, y esa es la señal de que está a punto de correrse. Se corre pronto y lo trago todo antes de ponerme de pie.

''Wow, T/N. Eso fue jodidamente caliente'' dice Michael. ''Deberíamos hacerlo más a menudo''

''Sí, o podrías conseguirte tu propia novia'' dice Ashton, poniendo los ojos en mí. Esto solo demuestra que la sensación que tenía en mi interior era cierta. Está celoso de verdad. Michael murmura un 'perdón' y coge sus bóxers.

''Gracias por la increíble noche, chicos'' río y recojo toda mi ropa. Me inclino para coger mi camiseta y la mano de Ashton me azota levemente.

''Recuerda que eres mía, ¿vale? Mía y solo mía''

''Al final estabas celoso, ¿eh?'' digo, y camino hacia las escaleras. ''Voy a tomar una ducha rápida y preparo la cena. Capisce (¿Entendido?)'' digo. Ambos susurran un 'sí' y subo las escaleras, lista para tachar un deseo de mi lista.

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