Michael: Do you know how horny I am for you right now? The message flashes on your screen and straight away your cheeks flush with arousal. You cast your eyes across the room, towards Michael who's sitting with the boys, writing their next song as they strum away at guitars. His phone is in his hand and his eyes flash towards you for a second, his lips curving ever so slightly as he wags his eyebrows and then faces the boys again, as if nothing was going on. You lick your lips, turning back towards the TV as your fingers tap against your phone. Get on with your work. You send back, otherwise he'd just blame you later for distracting him, even if it was him who started it. How can I when you're sitting over there looking like that. I just want to bend you over that couch and fuck you until you can't come any more. A cough bursts from your lips and you try to cover it with the back of your hand. You can feel your body getting hot with desire but you don't want to make that obvious to him, you know how smug he can get. Stop. You send back, turning up the TV a little. Why? Am I getting you wet, baby?. Your heart stutters and you bite down on your bottom lip as you shift your thighs, gently squeezing them together. I can see you trying to hide it. Work yourself up for me, 'cause as soon as this lot leave I'm going to get you to ride me on that couch. I want to watch your tits bouncing in my face. A whimper escapes your mouth and you look back over at him to see him staring, his eyes hooded, the look all you need make your body pulse. Shame you're going to be busy for a while then, I think I'll go take care of myself. You stand up, stretching your arms above your head in a way that pushes your breasts out, because you know he can't resist. Your phone vibrates again, Don't you dare, the message says and you can hear the threat as plain as day. Smirking to him, you text back a swift Watch me, defying his warning and strutting passed them and towards your bedroom, knowing that you won't be waiting very long until Michael shoves the boys out of the door and joins you.
Calum: The tour bus is dark, the other boys snoring away in their bunks as Calum stares up at the ceiling of his, feeling way too wired to fall asleep. They've been on tour a month and half, with another month to go before they get to visit home again, and you're the only thing that's on his mind these days. His body is feeling tight, muscles almost cramping with the need to see you again, to taste your lips and touch your skin. Groaning thickly, he shifts, searching down the side of his body for his phone. When he gets it, he opens it up on the pictures of you, flicking through them until there's a smile on his face and he feels a tiny bit better. He's looking at a cheeky picture of you in his bed, his sheets wrapped tightly around your naked body as you grin at him, hands outstretched to try and block the camera lens, when a text flashes on his screen, your name making his pulse jump. Are you awake? It's as if you already know, you're that tuned in to him. Was thinking about you. He sends back, he doesn't have to wait long for you to answer and the thought of getting to have a real private conversation with you for the first time in forever feels so good. What were you thinking about?. The tapping of his thumb against the screen is joined by the sound of the heavy breathes that he's taking. Was thinking about you naked, about that time I fucked you so hard you could barely walk the next day. Do you remember? He smiles as he imagines your face as you read his message, knowing that there was probably a blush on your cheeks and your eyes were probably wide. One of the things he loved about you was how embarrassed you got about things like this all the way up until you're so turned on that you can't contain it any more. How can I forget? You text back, I remember how those bruises felt, how your fingers pressed into my skin so hard when you filled me up. "Fuck." He whispers to himself, sliding his hand down his bare chest, dipping the fingers of his free hand under the waistband of his boxers. God, babe, there are so many things I want to do to you right now. It's barely a second before his phone jingles with your call and his cock twitches at the thought of hearing your voice. He presses answer quickly and raises the phone to his ear, but you talk before he even gets the chance. "How about you tell me about all of these things you want to do?"
Ashton: Your head is pounding and your shoulders are stiff; you roll your neck and sigh heavily, praying for the working day to draw to an end already. Your laptop glares at you, lighting up your face in the dimming light of your office, the words you've spent hours writing taunt you and you do your best to ignore the insecurity nibbling at the back of your brain. You've already ignored a call from your agent, so when your phone vibrates against your desk, you're tempted to not even look in its direction, you do though and when you see your boyfriends name you're thankful that you did. You pick your phone up and tap his message, Are you nearly finished babe? I'm getting hungry in here. You quirk a brow, unsure of why he hadn't just told you that dinner was done. Is the food ready? You reply, watching as the bubble to let you know that he's writing pops up. Oh I'm not hungry for dinner just yet, I want dessert first. A full body shiver runs through you and suddenly you're thinking of the best way to ease this tension. And what do you have in mind for dessert? You know exactly what he likes to dine on the most, but still, excitement runs throughout your body at the thought of him telling you. Your phone dings. You. I want to bury my tongue in your pussy, lick at you 'till you come all over my face. Ashton was never one to mask his words or his intentions and still you love it when he's completely and inappropriately honest. I'm working..., you're also lying, but he doesn't know that. I don't care, I want to taste you right now. Come to the living room. It's a demand that you probably should obey, unless you want to be punished for it later, but you stay in your seat and give it a few seconds to make it seem like you're busy. I can't Ash. A smirk dances on your lips as you think about him getting annoyed, probably trying to decide whether or not to come and get you himself. If you make me come and get you, I'm not going to stop making you come until you scream for me to. You tingle at the thought and instead of replying, you slide your phone across the desk. The footsteps you hear stomping down the hall making you tense with delicious anticipation.
Luke: One of your favourite things to do is watch the boys gearing up for a show; the way they pump themselves up to dim the nerves, the jokes and laughter they share to chill out and the way they stuff themselves full of food as if they're never going to be allowed off of the stage again...it all made you smile. You're lounging on one of the couches, your feet stretched out over Luke's lap as he joins in the teasing match they've all got going on, but you can still see the anxiety written on his face, hidden by the mask he's used to wearing in front of his fans. You're thinking of a way to get his mind off of it when an idea sparks in your brain and you reach for your phone, typing out a quick and romantic, I wish I was on my knees in front of you right now, sucking your cock. You look as innocent as possible as his phone beeps and he leans forward to grab it from the table. You watch him closely as he opens the text and immediately blushes a vivid pink. His head shoots in your direction, his blue eyes open wide as he slaps your calf in retaliation. He doesn't text back, which makes you frown and text him again. You know you love it. You love watching your hard dick sliding into my mouth, don't you? He groans this time, as he reads your words, and it makes you grin, especially when the boys look at him as though there's something wrong. One of his hands runs through his hair as the other writes a reply and you wait patiently for it. Y/N stop, I can't go on stage hard again. Once was enough. He sends you a look and you pout back at him, sliding your foot back to rub against his crotch. But baby, I really want you to fuck my mouth. He grabs your foot and rests it on his thigh as he reads your message and you see the way he bites at his lip, his jaw clenching. Calum says something to him that he doesn't quiet hear and he stutters when he asks him to repeat it. You beam and type out the message you'll end on, because after this they have to go out there, but at least you know that he'll be too busy thinking about you to be nervous for the crowd. You better come on my tongue later, I want to swallow you all down. His mouth drops and his gaze meets yours, the usually electric blue now dark with the promise that you'll get exactly what you've asked for once the night is through.
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HAI GUISE I HOPE U ALL HAD A GREAT WEEKEND OKAI BYE LOVE U ALL!-WHORRIFIC
