Smut-ish
Luke: You drop the towel from around your body and turn to grab a shirt from Luke's drawer, barely aware of your boyfriend watching you. "Babe" he frowns, padding over to you "did I do this?" He asks, one hand moving to your bruised hips, the other ghosting over the red scratch marks on your stomach. You chuckle and nod, but Luke's frown only deepens as he notices the hand shaped bruise around your neck and the bite mark on your shoulder. "Don't look so worried Luke I'm fine" you laugh, he bites his lip and turns you around, inhaling sharply at the sight of the yellowing bruises on your shoulders, and the still visible handprints on your ass. "Luke I like it when you mark me up" you grin, turning to face him. "I think we need a safe word...just in case" he says, kissing you on the forehead and pulling you closer to him. "Luke there's no need" you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just want you to come up with one baby, you know I lose control sometimes" Luke murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair. You giggle and roll your eyes "fine if it makes you feel better, I'll come up with one" you say softly, giving him a quick kiss before getting dressed.
Michael: Panting, Michael nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses over your skin. "Fuck...that was good" he murmurs, rolling onto his side and sliding a hand through his hair. You nod and bite your lip, wincing as you slide lower into your bed. Michael turns to you, smirking lazily "You okay?" He asks, you look down, not wanting to tell him that he was too rough, particularly because he had asked you first, and you had said yes. "Yeah" you mumble, looking away. Michael frowns, propping himself up on his elbow, his face changed into one of concern. "I just think...I think we should use a safe word next time?" You suggest softly. Michael's eyes widen "what? Was I too rough? Baby why didn't you stop me?" He asks, frowning deeper. You bite your lip and shrug "well I told you it was okay...and I knew it felt good for you..." you trail off and Michael looks shocked. "Baby if you're ever uncomfortable you can stop me! I don't want to use you, It's about your pleasure too." He says gently, pulling you closer to his chest.
Ashton: "Was I too rough with you last night?" Ashton asks, looking up from his laptop, his eyebrows furrowed. You chuckle, shaking your head "I like it that way" you tease. Ashton smirks, closing his laptop and walking over to where you're seated at your desk. "Oh you do hm?" He purrs, leaning to nip your earlobe. You inhale sharply and nod, leaning your head back as he presses kisses along your throat. "Yes...daddy" you whisper, Ashton tenses, a low groan rumbling from his chest. One hand snaking around your body to slide into your underwear. "You better come up with a safe word babe, because I'm going to destroy you tonight" he growls, spinning your chair round and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
Calum: You groan and press a hand to your abdomen, all too familiar with the dull ache of a bruised cervix. Calum grimaces, looking at you guiltily from across the room "did I do it again?" He asks. You nod and he sighs, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed, taking your feet into his lap. "I'm sorry darling" he says softly "you know I get carried away sometimes." He murmurs, massaging your feet. You nod, running a hand through your hair "I've been thinking...perhaps we should start using a safe word" you say with a shrug. Calum's eyes widen, his face the picture of innocence. Looking at his big brown puppy eyes and plump pouty lips, no one would guess that he was responsible for the animalistic pounding you had received the night before. "Am I that rough?" He asks, looking up at you. "Not all the time. But occasionally...as you said, you get a bit carried away" You murmur, he bites his lip and nods, blushing slightly.
