The sound of the doorbell wasn't one that you were looking forward to, so when it rang just as you were dishing up plates of homemade lasagne, the squirming in your stomach wasn't a surprise. You don't move to head down the hall, thinking that Ash will get it, but a moment later the bell is ringing again and two large hands settle on your waist. Ash leans in to nuzzle your cheek, smirking against your skin.
"You go get the door baby, I'll finish up here." He says, kissing your cheek before he steps away.
You sigh softly, your cheeks already heating as you turn around, meeting his amused eyes with a roll of your own. He narrows his gaze but you slip from the kitchen too quickly to suffer any repercussions. You have no idea how to react to Calum or whether he'll even behave any differently then he usually does. Cal makes jokes out of most things, maybe he'll just chuckle and give you a gentle punch on the arm like he normally does.
The doorbell rings again just as you reach it, smoothing down your pleated skirt to no end, you reach for the handle and pull it open. Three grinning faces stare back at you, making your mouth curve involuntarily, though you're purposely not looking one of them in the eye. Luke barrels in, a box of beer in his arms as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek.
"Hey there gorgeous." he beams, wrinkling his nose at you, "Something smells great."
"That'll be your dinner." You smile, giving his wrist a little squeeze as he he makes a noise of appreciation and wanders off towards the kitchen. Calum is next in line for greeting and your stomach flips when you catch his eyes. There is no amusement in his face, instead he's looking at you in a way that makes you swallow thickly, your chest flushing.
"Hurry up mate." Michael moans from behind him, "I want food."
Calum rolls his eyes and steps forward, his hand reaching for you in what seems like slow motion before it lands on the curve of your waist, squeezing tightly as he closes the distance between you.
"Good evening." he grins, leaning down. He doesn't kiss your cheek, more like the corner of your mouth, his lips touching yours ever so slightly, "Kitten." he whispers against your skin and you're sure your heart drops into your gut.
He's gone by the time your gasp leaves your lips and instead you're faced with a giggling green-haired boy who wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tightly, "Looks like Ash has some competition huh." he says, releasing you and throwing his arm around your shoulders as he leads you back into the kitchen, "I'll let you into a secret, I'm the best of all of them so you might as well pick me."
"Oh yeah?" You snigger, your smile dropping as you step into the kitchen and notice Ashton whispering something to a rather shocked looking Calum over by the sink; Luke ignoring them both, already seated at the table with his plate in front of him.
You know it's no coincidence that you end up sitting next to Calum with Ash smirking across from you. You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what the hell he had said to Cal because the already thick tension between you is now threatening to choke you. Michael and Luke are tucking into their food without a care in the world and even Ash and Cal are acting as though everything is normal, whilst you can only scrape your fork through the pile of meaty, cheesy pasta on your plate and nibble anxiously at your bottom lip.
It's when a warm hand settles on your thigh that you get jolted out of your thoughts, your head shooting towards Calum's blank face just as Ashton speaks up to distract you.
"You're not eating, Y/N..." he states, though he smirks at you in a way that lets you know he's well aware of what is going on.
"Why not?" Luke frowns, "This is the best lasagne I've ever had."
Calum's thumb rubs against the outside of your thigh, his fingers creeping towards the edge of your stockings, brushing over the clip of your suspender belt. He groans so quietly you barely hear him and when you go to clamp your legs shut, his grip tightens in warning.
"Thanks." you gulp, "I'm just not hungry I suppose."
Calum's hand moves upwards, following the strap of your suspender belt, his fingertips stroking against your bare inner thigh. Your mouth is dry and so you reach out for your glass of wine, swallowing a few mouthfuls a little too quickly.
"That's funny." Cal says casually, "Ash was telling me you were pretty ravenous earlier."
You splutter on your wine as Ashton chuckles across from you, picking up his own beer and taking a swig. Michael frowns rolling his eyes, "Who the hell says 'ravenous' these days?"
You can't focus on the conversation that follows, not with Calum's hand under your skirt, all the way up your thigh. You can feel your clit pulsing and you know you're wet again, your pussy desperate to be touched. You shift in your seat, tilting your hips up to get his fingers on your slit. Out of the corner of your eye you catch him smiling, just as he finally presses his hand against your core, his finger sliding up and down your lips in seconds, getting a good feel of you.
You have to bite down hard on your bottom lip when he presses his middle finger deeper, pushing it between your folds and into a well of warm wetness. He makes a grunt, which he quickly covers with a cough as Luke talks about some of their upcoming shows.
"I can't wait for it." You hear the blonde say as a finger traces from your entrance to your clit, circling the bud softly, enough to tickle. You inhale sharply, spreading your legs a little wider beneath the table.
"-do that." Ash is saying when you refocus on the conversation rather than the calloused fingertip tapping against your clit in some kind of frantic morse code message. "What do you think kitten?"
"Huh...what?" You splutter, clearing your throat just as Calum slides his finger down and dips it inside of you, just the tip, before wiggling it gently.
"Did you just call her kitten?" Michael asks, frowning as he looks between the two of you, "When did you start doing that?"
Your mouth drops open, your shoulders lurching forward slightly as Calum buries his finger to the hilt inside of you. You practically choke on air when he withdraws it only to sink it deep again. Ash scoffs and you can't tell whether it's at Mikey's question or at you.
"Since she became mine, I usually save it for when we're alone though, it just slipped out."
You can't listen anymore, you don't even care, not when Calum's pumping his finger in and out of your wet pussy. The palm of his hand is pressed tightly against your clit, rubbing down as much as he can without moving his arm, but god the pressure is sweet. A small whimper rises from your throat and all of a sudden Calum's hand is gone and you have to force yourself not to whimper again from the loss.
"You okay?" Luke frowns at you in concern but quickly shrugs it off when you nod frantically.
You reach under the table, grabbing for Calum's wrist and pulling his hand back between your thighs, knowing if you're going to get away with it, it would be with him. His grin backs your theory up and when you press his fingers back between your soaked folds, two of them immediately find your entrance and sink slowly inside. Your stomach clenches and you have to swallow hard to stop any noise from alerting the others again.
Michael is talking, you can see his lips moving but you don't know what he's saying. Your eyes catch Ash's and he holds your stare, one side of his mouth curving up as his eyes darken. Cal's fingers slip in and out of you, picking up a speed that makes your eyebrows furrow and your knees shake. You have one hand wrapped around his wrist, the other grasping the edge of the table, fingertips pressing harder and harder into the wood.
He slides his fingers out quickly, a rush of wetness following and sliding down between your cheeks. Your pussy fluttering, desperate for his fingers to return and fill you again. They find your clit instead, rubbing firm circles against the bundle of nerves, the wet sounds it creates barely covered by the conversation and clattering of cutlery. Your lips part again, your body flaring with pleasure, so close to letting go right here. In front of everyone. Brought on by your boyfriend's best mate.
Ash claps his hands together and stands, Calum's fingers stalling, "Seems like everyone's done." he grins at you, "Why don't you help me with dessert..." he quirks an eyebrow and you know you have no other option than to stand and hope your juices hadn't run all the way down your thighs.
Calum's hand disappears but his smirk is still there, "Dessert sounds perfect." he says, looking you in the eye as he raises the hand he tortured you with to his mouth, subtly swiping one finger over his bottom lip before dropping the hand down again and quickly sucking it into his mouth. "Can't wait."
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YEET PART 3-WHORRIFIC
