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He's having a dirty dream and you tease him

Luke: You groaned frustrated, hearing your how your ringtone pierced the air. "Let me sleep," you whimpered, eyes half closed when you woke up from your deep sleep, reaching the buzzing phone. "Damn it Luke," you sighed before answering to your touring boyfriend. "You need to have a damn good reason to this call, Hemmings, say that you're missing a leg or something," you groaned to the phone, running your hand through your messy sleep hair. "Sorry babe," Luke chuckled deeply, making your heart beat faster even when you were half asleep and mad at him. "I just...Um, wanted to hear your voice, that's all," he mumbled with a small laugh, making you roll your eyes. "Yeah, right, it's four a clock, blurt it out," you rasped, still annoyed how he had woken you up. "Um, I had a dream..," he said deeply, voice lighter than usually, like he'd hide something. You groaned, falling backwards to your bed, eyes closing when it hit you, "Did you call me because you had a wet dream?" You heard a gasp, and a bit hesitation before your boyfriend's low voice filled the air again, "I'm sorry babe. I just miss your touch and all," You shook your head, smirk appearing to your face. "Mmh, tell me more, Hemmings..," you grunted, sliding your own hand to your pants, smirking. A slow moan escaped your mouth, making Luke's breath tremble. "Hun are you..," he asked hesitating, voice shaking. "Oh god Luke," you repeated, fingers rubbing circles inside you, making your eyes roll back. "Fuck," he breathed, gulping, making you giggle, before locking you phone, hanging up. "Thanks for letting me sleep Hemmings," you mumbled to his picture on your night table, before shutting your eyes, celebrating your victory.

Calum: You stirred in the dark room, when the bed shook lightly. Calum was lying across the bed, small snores leaving his mouth, brown eyes fully closed, eyelashes resting in his cheekbones. "Cal?" you whispered, seeing his trembling figure, thinking that he had a nightmare. "Babe, oh, babe that feels good," he mumbled, before groaning to his pillow, twitching around, making the bed sheets wrinkle. "Mmh, babe take more, please Y/N, ohh, say my name," small grunts left his mouth when his head fell back, revealing his popping neck veins. "Oh my god," you snorted, rolling your eyes when you realized what was going on. "Ssh babe, I'm trying to sleep," you whispered annoyed, poking his rib, only making him moan louder. You giggled, shaking your head to the sleeping boy next to you. His bulge was noticeable, making you huff in the dark room. "You're lucky that I love you," you whispered to his ear, chin brushing his stubbly face. You smirked before sliding your hand down to his boxers. He left a low grunt when you started to pump him slowly. You giggled, sliding your finger over his swollen tip, making his brown eyes shoot open, breath hitching his throat. "Calum," you breathed to his neck, making him shiver and ache his head back to the pillow. "I'm sorry I woke you," he panted, trying to not cum under your touch. "I'm not," you smirked, turned on by his body's reactions under you, "I'm not sorry at all."

Mikey: "Shit," he groaned, hands clutching the bed sheets, head aching back when he left another moan to the air. You stood in the doorway, eyes locked to your friend who was sleeping, not so peacefully, in his bed. "Oh shit, fuck," he moaned, making you raise your eyebrows before crossing your arms to your chest, glaring at his direction. It was bad enough to be in love with your best friend, but this... "C'mon Michael," you sighed, turning around in the doorway, acid tears burning in your throat, "That's not fair anymore." You took a step away of his bedroom, deciding to leave in silence even though he had invited you over. "Y/N," he said clearly enough for you to hear him from down the hall, making you turn around. First, you thought he was woken up, but his eyes were still closed, sweat running on his tattoos, sticking his tank top against the muscular chest. "Mikey?" you asked confused, peaking your head back to the room, seeing how he arched his back, leaving toe curling moan to the air, "Shit Y/N." You stared at him for a second, heart beating fast and disbelief ringing in your ears. "Michael," you said loudly, trying to get him out of his sleep, but his hands only clutched the sheets when he groaned, "Yea, that's it baby girl, say my name." You blushed, poking him with your finger, trying to wake him up, to get real answers... "Mikey, MICHAEL," you raised your voice, trying to shake him, but he groaned, making you sigh. "MICHAEL CLIFFORD," you screamed, hitting a pillow to his face, making him shoot up, panting. "Oh, shit Y/N," he said shocked, looking at your blushed figure next to him, when he tried to hide his boner. "That's what you said few minutes ago," you said teasingly, trying to bite your lip so you wouldn't laugh at the horrified expression on his face. "Well, this is quite embarrassing," he sighed jokingly, blush on his cheeks. "I'd say," you giggled, sitting next to him, "But it did sound fucking great."

Ashton: It wasn't the first or the last time. You had got used to it, never paying too much attention to his low growls next to you, when his sweaty forehead pressed against your neck, breath lingering your skin, but tonight it was different. "Aw, fuckin' shit," he moaned, accent thick and full of pure lust. His eyes were closed, skin shimmering from the sweat in the dark room, when you laid next to him, his eyes open, and you attempt to ignore the horny boy next to you. You felt a knot in your stomach, hearing his muffled moans and silent begs when his sleepy torso turned in imagined pleasure next to you. Your sheets were off; he had kicked them to the floor like every night. He wasn't a peaceful sleeper, making you normally fall to a dead deep sleep, but now you couldn't just close your eyes. You cuddled against his chest, hands shivering on his rock hard biceps. "God dammit y/n," he grunted, making you giggle when you felt his dick harden against your leg. "Yeah?" you whispered to his neck, starting to rub him 😏, making him groan throatily, getting the heat in your stomach explode. "Ash," you whispered, pinching his tip a little, enough him to wake up. "Ouch princess, that wasn't nice," he whimpered, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes. You rolled your eyes laughing, before rolling on your back, spreading your legs, "did you finish me in your sleep?" His eyes got wide, cheeks burning red when he shook his head, hand twisting his neck, "Nah." You giggled, pulling him on top of you, kissing him hastily. "You will now," you whispered, making him groan deeply before kicking his boxers off, "That's my girl."