{{smut warning!!!!}}

Ashton: the door slamming rattled the entire house. You could hear Ashton ranting to himself about God knows what as you put your book down and lifted your body out of bed. You had expected him home hours ago, but you could already tell he wasn't in the mood to fight about that. You stepped out onto the landing and gazed down the stairs at your boyfriend. Your eyes flickered over his exposed chest as he pulled his shirt over his head. His entire body glistened with sweat and rage was set in his face. You bit down on your lip when he turned to you, his eyes ablaze.
The fire in his eyes burned with each heavy step he took up the stairs - a fire that breathed into you the second his lips touched yours. His hands grabbed at your waist and effortlessly hoisted you up and backed you into the wall, allowing you to feel his entire body against yours. You moaned as he kissed down your neck and gently nibbled your skin. The red hot anger that you had seen in his eyes had been replaced with an equally hot desire. He ripped your pyjama shorts from your body, his biceps flexing as he honed his energy onto quickly and effectively getting you out of your pants.
You helped him push his jeans down his legs while he kissed your chest and pulled your shirt over your head. Your fingers raked down his back as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck. He groaned in pleasure and sucked harder. You wanted him, now.
You pushed his underwear down, stopping when his length sprang free. You were so ready for this. His eyes met yours as he pushed himself into you. He wanted to see every ounce of pleasure in your eyes as he thrust into you again and again, hitting your sweet spot every time.
All sense of time had gone. Ashton was getting closer and closer to pushing you over the edge with every thrust, and you knew he was close too. You wanted nothing more than to feel him come inside you. You scratched your nails down his sweaty back, eliciting an animalistic growl from him.
"You don't come until I say," he growled in your ear, making it all the more difficult not to fall apart in his hands.
You could barely stand it anymore, so when he groaned and whispered "on three," you were almost happy for the relief.
Pleasure spiked through you, lighting every nerve ending and making every inch of your body tingle. You shuddered as the orgasm wracked through you, waves of pleasure hitting you continuously until Ashton pulled out of you and allowed you to completely collapse into his arms.
You woke up hours later to Ashton's hazel eyes gazing at you. You smiled sleepily at him.
"Baby, are you okay?" He asked, gently stroking your hair. A smile crossed your lips as you nodded and mumbled, "I think you should come home in a bad mood more often."

Calum: the front door slammed, then ten seconds later another door slammed, and soon after that another door slammed. So Calum was in a bad mood then. You focused your attention on listening to what he was doing downstairs as you waited for him to come and greet you. Your ears vaguely caught the sound of Calum's keys falling to the floor, but the long stream of curses that followed were easy to pick up. Must've been a bad day at the studio.
Five minutes later an angry Calum stood in your doorway. His jaw was clenched and it seemed every muscle in his body was tensed.
"Do you want to talk about it or..." You began, trailing off when you caught the look in his eye. He strode over to the bed and brought his lips down forcefully on yours. The kiss was full of passion and desire; it was a kiss to show how much you had hated his late nights and the little time you spent together; it was a kiss to show how much you wanted each other. After all, it had been eight days since you last had sex. That was some kind of record.
The sound of tearing fabric rang in your ears as Calum ripped your skimpy nightdress from your body. He withdrew from you and your eyes followed him eagerly. He tore a strip of fabric from the dress and tied it around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold.
The next thing that alerted your senses was the sound of your bottom draw opening - the "fun" draw as he liked to call it.
Moments later you were handcuffed to the bed frame and Calum's weight had gone from your body. He gently pulled your panties down your legs and removed your bra, but then he was gone. You waited for a minute before whimpering his name. A chuckle sounded out from the corner of the room, but silence followed. You were getting more turned on by the second.
Calum took you by complete surprise when he entered you, and a pleasured cry left your lips.
You ached to touch him, but your hands were bound. You pulled against the handcuffs desperately, but it was useless. Calum breathed a laugh, obviously amused by your torture.
"If you make a noise-" he growled into your ear, "-I'll punish you."
Each thrust made you want to scream out in pleasure, but you had to obey him. On the other hand, part of you wanted to know what your punishment would entail...
Calum pressed his hand between your bodies and roughly started rubbing your clit, making you cry out in ecstasy. The noise surprised you - but so had his fingers. You instantly regretted disobeying him when his fingers stopped, and you whimpered for him to keep going.
A dark chuckle left his throat, sending shivers down your spine. He pulled out of you, almost making you yell out in protest.
The hardness of his thrusts was replaced by the softness of his tongue. You melted into his touch, taken aback by his strange punishment. If this was a punishment, you might disobey more often.
His tongue moved in all the right ways and his lips sucked at just the right places. You were so close.
"I- I'm gonna-" you stammered, and instantly his mouth was gone. You wailed his name, earning another dark laugh.
"I said I'd punish you, babe."

It wasn't long before he was thrusting into you again, but this time both of you were close to orgasming.
"Ohh- I'm gonna- ohh," Calum moaned, grunting as he came inside you. It sent you spiralling into your climax. You world blurred and you saw stars, and then you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, threatening to give you another orgasm.
You rode your highs until they had died down completely and you were quivering underneath him. Wow.
"Eight days is too long," he muttered, laying down next to you. You laughed and nodded, "way too long."

Luke: you were startled awake by the sound of the door slamming shut. Luke must finally be home then. You rubbed your eyes and sat up in the bed, waiting for him to join you.
When he didn't come upstairs after half an hour you figured something must be up.
You found him sat at the kitchen counter swigging a beer. He must've had a bad day.
"Hey," you said softly, still lingering in the doorway. He looked up at you, a little shock playing in his eyes.
"Oh, hey," he replied, moving his eyes back to the countertop.
"How was your day?"
His eyes were back to you.
He stared at you for a few minutes, the look in his eyes saying it all. He'd had a bad day.
You moved next to him, "wanna talk about it?"
He shook his head, "no."
"Do you want me to fix you some food?"
He shook his head again and stood up, "I think I'm just gonna watch some crappy tv. You can go to bed if you want."
"Luke... We've barely seen each other for the past week. At least let me try to make you feel better."
He stared at you for a minute before pushing you up against the counter and roughly kissing you. A fire ignited in the pit of your stomach - you had been ready for this all week.
Luke pulled away from you and used one arm to clear a space on the counter. There was a loud clatter as everything hit the floor, but you didn't care.
Your nightshirt was on the floor before you even had chance to register that he was taking it off. He took a second to admire your body before he attached his lips to your neck. A noise escaped your lips that was so guttural and animalistic that it startled you a little. You had missed this.
Luke easily lifted you onto the counter and laid you down. His fingers traced down your stomach, leaving goosebumps everywhere they touched. He laced his thumbs around your panties and pulled the down in one swift movement, revealing how wet you were. He smirked, "is this all for me babe?"
He took you by surprise by plunging his tongue into you, and you screamed out in delight. Luke's tongue made fast, swirling movements inside you and then moved to lick your clit. It was heaven.
An involuntary whine escaped you when he moved his mouth away. He gave you a devilish look and took a step backwards, undressing hastily.
Luke's dick was huge. You sat up and took it in your hand, pumping it quickly. His eyes squeezed shut and a small gasp fell from his lips. He took a step closer to you and you let go, knowing exactly what he wanted now.
You laid back again and waited for him to climb on top of you. He was there instantly, the touch of his feverish body sending electricity down your spine.
He shoved himself into your opening, and you both groaned in pleasure.

Each movement he made had you feeling better than the last. He sure knew what he was doing. Rough fingers grazed at your hips and slid between your bodies, finding your clit immediately. He rubbed in slow circles, pushing you closer and closer towards your climax. You knew you couldn't hold on for very much longer.
You threw your head back and cried out as your orgasm took over your entire body. You couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, even though you wanted to keep them focused on Luke's. Your toes curled and you grasped and Luke's shoulders, your body still shuddering beneath him.
He groaned as he let go, and you felt him release inside you. It made you feel even better.

When you had both recovered from your orgasms, you reached over the counter and grabbed a strawberry. You shoved it in Luke's mouth with a grin.
"Now will you let me make you some food?"
He smirked, "yeah. I've worked up quite an appetite."

Michael: the whole house shook as the front door slammed back into place. A long stream of curses echoed through the house, gradually getting louder with each heavy footstep that stormed up the stairs. You raised your eyebrows and paused the television just as Michael aggressively shoved your bedroom door open. His eyes were wild and his body was shaking with rage.
"Bad day at the studio?" You asked, hoping to calm him. He actually growled in response.
He took a large stride to the bed and stared down at you. He looked like he was ready to explode.
You gasped as he grabbed your body and pulled you into him, kissing you roughly.
You hadn't been expecting it, but you were more than ready for him. His lips assaulted yours, leaving you breathless.
Michael threw you onto the bed and took your bedshirt off with ease, leaving you in just your underwear. "Don't move," he rasped, his deep voice guttural and threatening. His dark eyes moved like liquid down your body, taking in every inch of you.
Desire overtook you, filling every your every pore. He yanked his shirt over his head and you had to resist the urge to drag your fingers down his pale chest. Next to go were his jeans, revealing the outline of his hard length through his boxers. You balled the bedsheets in your hands to stop yourself grabbing him. You had to obey him. His face was flushed as he laid his feverish body down on yours and grasped your hips, groaning as they collided with his own. His hot lips bit and sucked at your neck, making you writhe in pleasure beneath him. He growled seductively and ran his hands over your soft body, sending streams of ecstasy rushing through you.
"Ohh," you moaned. His lips moved down your body and you screamed out. Fuck.
You weren't exactly sure when he had taken your panties off, but your toes curled as he used his tongue to please you. He knew exactly how to get you there. Just as you were nearing orgasm, he stopped, causing an involuntary whimper to escape your lips. His mouth curled into a smirk and you begged him to keep going. He was still smirking as he ripped his boxers off and plunged himself into you.
A scream erupted from you as pleasure rippled through your body. Each thrust felt better than the last and his fingers played with you in all the right places, adding to the sensation.
Michael's body fit with yours perfectly - each movement made you scream more carnally than you thought possible and each touch sent red hot fire burning through your veins.
The sound of panting mixed with cries of delight and growls filled the bedroom. Michael's kisses got rougher and his thrusts sped up as his sweaty body neared climax. You were so ready.
He filled you with his cum, shoving you aggressively over the edge.
"Michael!" You shrieked as your orgasm rocked through you. Your body convulsed as he continued to move his fingers at your clit, making your toes curl and your hands ball into fists. Another animalistic yelp filled the room, but you barely heard it through the roaring in your ears. "Open your eyes," Michael ordered you. You pried your eyes open and stared back at him. Your second orgasm hit every nerve in your body; it was so intense that it was an effort not to squeeze your eyes closed again.
Michael pulled out of you gently and fell onto the bed next to you.
"Feel better now?" You panted. He chuckled.
"Much better."

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{{a/n: hi guys! thank you all so much for reading these, I really hope you enjoy them:-)
I just wanted to tell y'all that if a chapter gets 10 likes then I'll update immediately (it may take a day or two bc I forget to check the app but it'll be shorter than a week) and comments make me want to update quicker so please please comment too!
the second thing I wanted to say was I've just published a new Calum fic called Wanderlust and it would mean a lot if you could give it a read and tell me what you think!
anyways thanks again loves, sorry about the long message!}}